Chapter Fifty-Six

This sucks more than anything that has sucked before

"A proper wife should be as obedient as a slave." ~ Aristotle (384-322 BC)

“YOUR ASS IS GOING TO BE SO DEEP-FRIED NOW!!!” I heard Ted shouting, “And I am the god-damned DEEP FRYER!”

“Oh shit,” I whispered to myself as Ryan rolled off my naked body and we both scrabbled to lie prone watching in the distance.

We were close enough behind the willow we could see everyone gathered near the bonfire just as they had been to watch the cat-fight between the two girls earlier.

Savannah was being led outside naked – her hands cuffed behind her back and a very sorry look on her face. I could also see everyone who had been in Odd-Jobs truck except for my Aunt near the bonfire. They were looking for me now that they had discovered Savannah.

“Don’t look up at any of these boys at the party to help you,” Ted shouted. “They know you are a disgusting little piggy – who now has to swallow her medicine!”

Ted assured her that her white knight was not coming to her rescue and that everyone knew what a cunty-bitch she was. “You had your chance to behave yourself and prove you could be trusted with just a little supervision – what did you do? As soon as we let you out of the house you offered your little ass to your date and got buckwild!”

Savannah was squatting with her knees wide apart and her hands behind her. I couldn’t see clearly the look on her face from where I was hiding in the grass, but I’d imagine it was a cross between an angry pout and a defiant ‘fuck you’. I’ve seen it often enough at the pool when we were just pretending to be trouble – that I could only imagine she was doing it now that she was REALLY in it.

“Where is your rich bitch of a cousin?” I heard Ted shout and I could see Savannah shake her head that she didn’t know, as he forced her to squat naked in front of everyone by the fire.

The face I made at that moment was probably the cross between naive ‘Who Me?’ and ‘OH SHIT!’ that I made now that it truly dawned on me WE were really in trouble. Savannah and I had clearly both violated the one rule of the seven Ted had explicitly said not to and that was have sex – and we were busted red handed.

I would imagine all the color drained from my body in that moment as every thought in my head turned to “Oh shit, Oh shit – why me? Why me!” The only people I could have thought would have made this worse might have been my mom and dad showing up.

I started to get up to walk over and face the music but Ryan held me down “If you go – they’ll punish you too.”

“I know, Sir,” I didn’t want to be out of practice when it was my turn to face the music, so I called him by the term of respect – even though it was far too late to avoid punishment.

“At least put your clothes on,” Ryan was already skittering into his jeans.

“What difference is that going to make, Sir?” I could see the inevitable – Savannah was already naked, “I will just have to take them right back off again.”

I was frightened – and the thought of running in the opposite direction with clothes or no clothes DID occur to me. You know how in cops shows the cop has the gun drawn on the perp and says “FREEZE” and really – there is no choice but to put your hands up and freeze and just give yourself up? I was feeling that right then.

Ryan kissed me once and said, “You are the bravest girl I know.” which delighted me for some reason – even though my stomach had dropped somewhere around my knees in fear.

“There she is,” Daisy had spotted me with a flash light and the attention was entirely on me now as everyone looked in my direction. I stood up and waved sheepishly with a grin and a “Hey!”, with a bit of a squeak in my voice. I was trying to sound brave but I was just too scared to pull it off. I was busted – dead to rights. There was no way I could explain this. I would not get Ryan in trouble if I could avoid it – but I was determined to tell the entire truth and realized punishment was unavoidable. It was now a question of how much I was going to get and if our stories didn’t add up – it was going to be even more.

“This ain’t the WALK of shame, Honey,” Daisy yelled condescendingly at me as I emerged from behind the tree –completely naked. “Jog your sweet-tits over here – I told Ted we’d find you ass-deep in trouble!”

I almost slowed down in defiance. I remembered Savannah once saying about Daisy “Some people are like Slinkies. They aren’t good for anything and you smile when you push them down stairs”.

I laughed at the time – and right now I used that moment of levity to help me gather my strength for what would be a severe dressing down. This felt so different from the pool because I had actually DONE all these things wrong – and we were all in on the scam.

I would have walked all the way back, but Ted’s voice cracked through the night air to shock me out of my thoughts. He reinforced Daisy’s original order – and his command felt more legitimate and made me actually start running without any concern for tits and ass jiggling everywhere.

“Hurry up and get your BITCH-ASS over here right NOW!” Ted demanded and I hustled over to where they were all standing. I didn’t wait to be told what to do. I stood next to Savannah and squatted in the same position with my knees apart and my hands behind my back.

“Oh Christ,” Savannah took one look at me and shook her head in disbelief. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that both of us being naked probably made it seem like we were running wild at the party – but it was a coincidence. I had no idea she was having sex and until I did it, I had no idea I would be. “This sucks more than anything that has ever sucked before,” she whispered to no one in particular, soft enough only I heard her.

It was hard to keep a straight face when she said that as I squatted next to her. We were in such deep doo-doo right then; but the fact I was sharing it with Savannah made it somehow slightly more bearable. I wasn’t being singled out – at least not yet.

“Oh now she behaves,” Ted laughed sarcastically and shrugged to Odd-Jobs as I took a spot next to my cousin and assumed the same position “Can you believe this? She shits all over us, runs off, does who knows what – and worries us to death and now she is going to act like she behaves herself?”

I could see Angel grinning down at me –and periodically looking over at my brother before looking away so that her boyfriend didn’t catch her. I returned her look with a wistful smile that implied “See- I really do have to do the stuff I told you earlier.”

Derek protectively stood next to her along with several of his baseball buddies – they were staring at Savannah like hungry wolves. Most of the people at the party had probably never seen us before – but I was sure even they had heard the rumors about the ‘party girls’ who get punished at the pool on a daily basis.

There was no one rushing to our defense. There was no one saying “Hey, this is a party – stop this right now!” They had enjoyed watching the spectacle of the two black girls tear each other’s clothes off – and now they would be treated to a step-dad punishing his naked step-daughter and niece.

They didn’t really have to know the entire backstory. Anyone could assume we must have snuck out and weren’t supposed to be having sex just from what they had seen so far – and while the punishment may have seemed extreme I assure you – no one complained.

Instead, the music had been turned down and they continued to drink and watch the exhibition and awkwardness unfold while giggling, talking and snapping photos with their cell phones.

“You know how we found you don’t you?” Ted’s tone was self-congratulatory as he explained this was the first place he looked, “We used to come to the Jacobi farm when I was your age – to get some tail!”

“So are you punishing me for doing what you did?” Savannah said sarcastically – still a look of defiance in her face while squatting naked and exposed.

“Conner – put a clothes pin on your cousin’s clit for me please,” Ted instructed my brother. He had a ready supply of clothes-pins with him like a bondage Batman with his utility belt. He swung into action and stepped right between my cousin’s legs to apply the wooden clothes-pin –the pinch made her scrunch her nose but she stoically kept her legs apart and her chin up – her quiet form of defiance I had seen many times at the pool when she was being tormented.

Ted was livid with us – almost like he would be at the pool when he was dressing us down for a potential customer but there was more to it this time. He wasn’t doing this for profit – that much I was sure.

“Listen to that sound,” Ted addressed the crowd, “It is the snap of a clothes-pin on the tender cunt-meat of a liar, a manipulator and a snot-nose bitch who thinks she knows it all!”

Ted explained to her that when he used to come to the Jacobi farm she was just a squirt in her daddy’s cock. He added, “I wasn’t under any restrictions. I wasn’t violating my father’s orders. I hadn’t done enough rotten shit to need these kind of rules you are under – the ones you ignored! Clearly, I gave you too much trust!”

He spit on the ground in disgust and wiped his hands as if metaphorically wiping away that trust she just lost. The thing is – it was only a week ago they let her come and go as she pleased and this all began as a scam, but the line had started to blur and I think Ted didn’t see the difference any longer.

My teeth had begun to chatter- all the intense stares and grins from this fresh audience of good-looking teenagers and the fact that we had been completely busted without any alibi or explanation – it was working every nerve in my brain into a panic. What I couldn’t understand was why my pussy seemed to be going into overdrive excreting cum. Not just the normal dribble of Ryan’s cum dripping down my thigh but it seemed to be a steady stream and was trickling.

Odd-Jobs was letting Ted speak and not stealing his thunder. I could see he much preferred to let Ted be the ring-master; and instead just crossed his arms with a look of scorn as he scanned the party guests.

Daisy, Bill, and her kids stood out like sore thumbs amongst the other people at the party. They seemed so out of place. Bill was standing there dumb-founded and Daisy had her hands on her hips impatiently –looking like she was very disappointed in us but I could tell she was also happy about what was probably about to happen.

Odd-Jobs tossed his keys to my brother and told him to pull the truck up and turn the high beams on, “We need a little more light on the subject.” I didn’t know my brother could drive – a skill he must have picked up when I wasn’t looking because he didn’t hesitate.

“Get your Aunt off the truck – they need to see her,” Odd-Jobs explained that Crystal would now be Top-Bitch. “You obviously are both bottom bitches now – you realize that?”

“Yes Sir, that’s fair,” Savannah said, allowing she could explain and looked absolutely miserable. I have seen her give crocodile tears when she got spanked and in trouble to give men the satisfaction of punishing her – the red, puffy-sadness around her eyes was either authentic or she had reached a new level of acting. There was some defiance as well – but not much.

I could hear her mumble under her breath that, that must have been her Aunt’s plan all along. They didn’t reduce my earnings, but they took 20% of Savannah’s share going forward right off the top.

Current Split: Savannah lost 20% cut.

10% Odd-Job’s cut

10% Ted’s cut

25% Crystal’s Cut

10% Savannah’s Cut –Top Bitch

10% My Cut – Bottom Bitch

20% Lloyd’s Cut

5% Conner’s Cut

5% Daisy’s Cut

5% Catfish’s Cut

“Billy, come over here son,” Odd-Jobs politely asked Billy Riggins to enter the circle as my brother pulled up the truck. “Light ‘em up!” Odd-Jobs commanded and the high-beams shown right in my eyes and illuminated everything –brighter than daylight.

Billy strode over to the two men and said, “I am sorry about it all – I guess I just couldn’t handle it.”

I felt sure that a good guy like Billy would corroborate the story and I think he was about to when Daisy said, “She manipulated him into letting the little bitches out of the rules – didn’t she Billy?”

If Daisy hadn’t been there and she had not said that – it might have gone a lot differently but he nodded and agreed with his country boy charm. He seemed perfectly innocent to everyone but Savannah and I – who knew the truth.

“So when we caught you fucking my daughter – the ONE thing – the ONE thing I told you was most important – you were doing it why?”

“I dropped a load up her poop chute – you said don’t get her pregnant!” Billy was embarrassed as the other guys his own age laughed, but he didn’t back down. He stood by his version of the story and act completely justified.

Ted could talk tough and right then he was standing like an Imperial Inquisitor delivering justice as the hand of God or something – but Billy was a foot taller and a lot more muscular.

Billy walked closer to Ted and looked him in the eye, “She is your slut – and she is safe.”

There was a moment that the two men sized each other up. Ted was a talker and a guy who fancied himself a bad-ass, but when it came down to a real confrontation he was all talk. I don’t know if others picked up on it – but Billy won their contest of wills and Ted quietly changed his attitude about Billy’s involvement in our escapades.

“Where is her butt plug, Billy?” Ted’s tone changed to a more polite one. Just like that – Billy was completely off the hook and no longer on trial like the two of us were.

“It’s in the truck – you want me to go get it?” Billy answered politely – the exchange between them had changed. Billy was no longer on trial here – Ted had mentally excused him of all wrong doing. Ted idolized guys like Billy – he wanted their acceptance and so it made perfect sense he would ignore his wrong doing.

“No, Conner can go get it,” Ted stated as my brother led my Aunt up to where we were squatting.

My brother was holding her leash and she was dutifully padding along behind him in the grass completely naked and down on all fours with just her collar on. There was a fresh wave of laughter and recognition. They may not have known Savannah or Crystal’s name, but the girls on Glory Hill Street had been highly visible over the last few years and with tits like my Aunt – she was hard to miss.

“Stand up Jigga-Butt,” Ted ordered my Aunt off the ground as if he never wanted her there in the first place and it was her idea. “Let everyone have a look at the kind of mother who raises sluts like these,” he said with scorn in his voice.

This was no game for the benefit of redneck yokels anymore to entice them into punishing us for cash. It sounded like he meant every word and he was literally disgusted with all three of us.

My Aunt rose up in a fluid motion that was both sexy and let her tits bounce gently before shaking them slightly with a slight smile. She wasn’t looking at Savannah or I – she was performing for the audience of males who liked the older, tanned, sexy woman’s open and raw sexuality.

“Okay, Okay.” Ted hadn’t expect the positive reaction from the frat-boy types at the party. He quieted them down and asked her, “Are you surprised to see your daughter and niece here fucking boys?”

There was a moment when my Aunt’s gaze caught mine and I tried to see what might be going on in that Stepford-wife wired brain of hers but I couldn’t. She answered him, “No sir, it is no surprise – it’s what the two of them do.”

Savannah’s mouth dropped open in surprise, but Ted told her to hush or he’d put something in there she didn’t like.

“Do you have any problem with me punishing them for what they did?” Ted asked Crystal – what I felt was more of a courtesy than actual permission. I think he didn’t want the crowd to think he was the bad-guy and instead just see him as a bad-ass who rightfully punished wrong-doing.

“No sir, it’s not what they did – it’s what they didn’t do,” my Aunt said, finally looking over both of us. “They didn’t follow the rules and now their happy-asses are going to have to face the consequences. My only concern is we are interrupting this party with our family drama and what will surely be ass-whoopings all around, Sir.”

There were absolutely no objections to our being naked – and actually a lot of encouragement to continue with things just as they were from mostly guys at the party – although I distinctly heard Angel shout “Shove a baseball bat up their asses!” over the din of the crowd. I glanced up at her and she gave me a shrug as if she didn’t care what I thought at this point.

“It sounds like no one minds if we get to the bottom of things right here and right now,” Ted had become much more skilled at playing to the crowd and the small group of twenty or thirty gave him a cheer of approval. “You don’t have a problem with these people seeing you or your slutty niece and daughter naked do you?” he asked my Aunt.

“Titties and pussies is nothing they haven’t seen already, Sir,” and because it was dark and the light was in my eyes I noticed for the first time my Aunt had two shiny-silver piercings in her nipples, that were big, fat, thick hoops along through the center of the nipples with clothes pins pinching the tips hard. “They would have walked away by now –if it offended them.”

“Why doesn’t SHE have any clothes on?” one of the guys in the throng of partiers asked. Ted told Chrystal to address him and answer politely, and tell the nice man why she wasn’t permitted to wear clothes to the party.

“Well Sir,” she looked down at both of us and then back at the young guy who had jokingly asked the question and answered very straightforward, “This past week I demonstrated my inability as a parent and Ted is teaching me a lesson in humility – by making me show my bare-ass to anyone who wants to look.”

“Do you enjoy that, slut?” Ted asked on behalf of the young man who was likely very surprised he got a serious answer.

“At first, I enjoyed the attention I got flashing my tits and being the center of attention like these two little sluts, Sir,” Crystal admitted with a smile; but added, “You figured out how to make even that unpleasant and degrading – so I can’t.”

I don’t think there was any doubt she was telling the absolute truth – this was no longer the sassy woman I had known a few days ago.

“So if you don’t like it – why do you do it!!!” the college-aged boy who asked his first question yelled another in her direction and Ted directed her to answer this one as well.

The real truth was she had lost a bet and if she had won – she’d still be in charge of both of us and we’d probably not have things nearly as hard as we do now. We probably wouldn’t have made so much money – Ted definitely added more ‘show’ to the scam, but I didn’t expect the truth in her answer.

There was a moment where she seemed confused by why she was standing there naked and the drunk kid and his friends stammered mockingly, “Sp-spa-spit it out, Mrs. Danville!”

That was the first time I had heard anyone call her Mrs. Danville. It sounded so wrong and I knew she would normally correct people and tell them to call her Chrystal, but she didn’t this time. Several of them obviously knew who she was and yet – she didn’t seem surprised or embarrassed for them to see her this way.

“Sorry, sir,” she seemed befuddled for an explanation, “Because I was told to do it?”

“Whap your Aunt across her ass to make her wake up and think, Conner!” Ted didn’t have to tell my brother twice- he applied the flat of his hand expertly against my Aunt’s hard-tight ass for a satisfying smack. I am sure it wasn’t hard because my brother isn’t that strong– she barely registered discomfort as she accepted the blow against her bare-bottom. It was however enough to get some chuckles from the crowd.

“You are naked because you are a disgusting hose-beast and cock-hound. You sucked so many cocks today that I expect you will crap cum out of your ass for a week!”

She was silent and majestically stood there accepting his lamentations of her shortcomings with a kind of humble grace. He had ordered her to do those things and this was all to make money – which began because my family needed it and she was helping. He didn’t mention that part of it though, and made it sound like it was all her idea and she was having fun and enjoying this treatment.

“You are being exposed for the basic slut and whore that you are – and for the bad mom you have been for teaching your kids to be just as manipulative and petty as you are! You will spread and expose every square inch of your body –in any position you are told because for TOO fucking long you ran this trailer as a Twat-tocracy where the twats always get their way! I have news for you Queen Bitch – you’ve been DEPOSED, OVER-RULED and now we are back to a DICK-tatership!”

There was actually applause when Ted finished his impassioned speech.

“Yes sir, you are my King and I agree with you,” my Aunt agreed. All the public dressing down she was receiving did very little to take attention away from my cousin and I because we were arranged in a tight circle around Ted with the crowd forming a close semi-circle.

I even felt someone reach out and pinch my butt or kick dust at me – but I was too terrified to move, so I just accepted their stares and jeers. I could feel Angel’s eyes on my body and her desire to see me get punished. I could also see the two black girls who fought earlier taking a special interest in me – pointing and whispering in each other’s ears to discuss us or our bodies.

“Your ass is OWNED by me until Sunday at midnight – at which point I will CONSIDER letting you have a little privacy and dignity. Until then you are just life support for two tits and a piss, slobber, and turd factory – is that understood?”

“Yes my King!” My Aunt clenched her ass cheeks and sucked in her stomach as if coming to attention, while keeping her legs shoulder width apart.

“Tell everyone here what you are then?” Ted impatiently ordered her to repeat what he called her.

“I am a,” I thought she was going to crack right there. I thought most would – the sexual tension was high, but my Aunt’s voice only wavered slightly as she continued, “Life support for two tits, and a factory for piss, slobber, and shit.”

“You are?” Ted patronized her by sounding pleasantly surprised as if she just now realized her place, “Tell them what else you are?”

“A dumb, old whore with big jugs, Sir?” Crystal sounded unsure, but submissive, in her response.

“Show them the clit ring I gave you and tell them how much you appreciated getting it tonight?”

My Aunt reached between her pussy lips and exposed the inner clit-hood. There was a matching silver colored ring, the same shape as the ones in her nipple. It had clearly been pierced through the clit-hood and connected both parts of the inner lip. She flipped it up and down with her finger and stood there with no shame as she played with it.

“Don’t play with yourself!” Ted smacked her hand away and told her to show everyone what was written on her body “Read it out loud- what is on your tits?”

Crystal put her finger under the words and read out loud “dumb slut” that had been put there earlier today in marker. Above her breasts she read out loud “I wish these tits were brains!” and there were two arrows drawn to each of her perky, round plastic melons.

There was some laughter from the crowd – which interjected a little levity.

Ted made her tell what was on her face. In big letters she said “‘WH’ on the left cheek and ‘RE’ on the right one.”

“Smack your Aunt on the LEFT cheek and then the RIGHT cheek with two hard swats on her ass,” Ted instructed my brother to teach my Aunt the difference between left and right. He dutifully obliged with two handy-swats to the behind and she quickly corrected which cheek said what on her face.

“Hold your big mouth open and tell everyone what that spells,” Ted told her.

“Whore, sir,” my Aunt said with her mouth wide-open in the shape of a big O.

“You used to sneak around on me and suck dicks for free – now that you spent all our cash – what do you do, whore?” Ted insisted she answer.

“I suck dicks for money to pay off our debts and let you handle the money, I am too irresponsible and greedy to hold on to it,” she admitted without the least bit of reluctance.

“Now your fat ass – let’s see if you remember what it says,” Ted instructed my Aunt to turn around and stick her ass out for everyone. She turned around and bent over with legs wide apart. There was more laughter as the long, make-shift tail hung out six inches from my Aunt’s ass when she spun around.

“It says I have Dyslexia and then that ‘fuck’ is spelled wrong, my King!” my Aunt said while enduring the laughter and pictures being taken of her.

“Wrong slut!” Ted smacked her ass. “It says ‘I have dyslexia and I LIKE to Fcuk’ – but then you can’t remember what you are supposed to do as a parent, how to pay your bills, how to treat your man right, how to get a job, so how can I expect you to remember something on your own ass!”

“You can’t Sir, I am a forgetful whore,” my Aunt pleaded obsequiously agreeing with him. I think that she may have been taking some of the enjoyment out of it for him by not resisting and just accepting the grief he was giving her. I wondered if I would get out of this easier if I tried the same thing; and if I was brave enough to treat this like the pool and just accept my punishment and get it over with.

“You have had that tail up your ass all night haven’t you, slut?” Ted asked over some chortles and chuckles from the guys.

“Yes sir – except to shit and fuck,” Crystal once again admitted.

“But you only fucked the men I told you to fuck – you didn’t skeet around like your little gash of a daughter – because you had it up your ass and were under MY supervision, didn’t you?” Ted asked.

“Absolutely sir,” Crystal said. “I was totally loyal – it wasn’t cheating because you told me to do it for money to pay off my debts.” I think as far as Crystal was concerned this was another pool situation and I started to think maybe this was a scam – at least I hoped it was. I was such a goody-two shoes all my life, I almost never got in trouble – and this was eating me up inside. My conscientious nature was doing more damage on its own just listening to this – than I thought Ted might do paddling me. I was actually hoping he would turn his attention back to us so that we could get this addressed rather than making me wait. I think that was his intention though – give us time to think about what we did wrong.

If not by intention, it was accidental genius, because it worked.

“Would you like me to take that tail out so you can rest your sore-ass a little while, whore?” Ted asked as if he genuinely cared about her discomfort.

“It is up to you, Sir,” my Aunt remained bent at the waist obeying his every word.

“I KNOW it is up to me,” Ted adjusted the tail – by pushing it in slightly and out slightly a few times with his hand. “I didn’t ask you to tell me who has the authority to decide to take it out. I asked you if you would prefer I let it come out for a little while.”

There was a pause while she thought and my Uncle Ted hummed the jeopardy theme song for about six extra-long seconds sarcastically.

“Yes Sir,” my Aunt admitted it would be nice if she could take it out for a little while.

“Too bad,” Ted chuckled with a comic timing that elicited laughter from the crowd who by now realized she would do whatever he told her. “That plug is up your ass to remind you that you are a house pet until Sunday and that your ass belongs to me. It is one of the most sensitive parts of your body – so I am using it to motivate you. Do you remember when we first started dating and I tried to fuck you in the ass and what you said?”

“I save that for the second date, Sir,” Crystal almost sounded like she teared up –but I couldn’t see her face and I may have been reading into her baleful sorrow at being humiliated but I was positive if she said it then – she had been joking.

“It’s one of the few places you would deny me on your body when we were under the Twat-tatership,” Ted had called my Aunt’s rule over the house a ‘Twat-tocracy’ earlier, but he changed it this time. “You and your Queen Bee daughter think your asses are so tight and fart cinnamon – but now what is up your ass?”

“A tail, sir,” Crystal admitted – once again it almost sounded like she was actually sorry and slightly embarrassed instead of readily admitting her shortcomings as she had been over the past few days.

“Put your hands behind your back so Conner can cuff them,” Ted instructed my brother to apply another pair of handcuffs adding, “I don’t want you to get up to any mischief.”

My brother cuffed her hands behind her back and Ted told her she would stay bent over with her ass facing the crowd until further notice.

My Aunt complied dutifully and the handcuffs clicked, locking her wrists on the small of Crystal’s back.

“So your daughter probably needs a tail like that too?” Ted asked her.

I heard my once-upon-a-time friend Angel call out ‘baseball bat’ again, but Ted ignored her or didn’t hear her as he waited for my Aunt to answer.

“If you think it would teach her not to be such a slut, then I support it,” my Aunt said.

I could hear Savannah whisper “Fucking bitch!” as if my Aunt just threw her under the bus.

“Why do you think I have the two of your sluts naked?” Ted was trying to get my Aunt’s goat and make her finally lose it, or he just enjoyed making her say these things – either way she didn’t squirm or seem uncomfortable in the least when she answered.

“They gotta show their bottoms – to get to the bottom of any woman troubles – I guess, Sir?” Crystal was joking – but in a very submissive and understanding way.

“Cute,” Ted didn’t approve of her response and said, “No, it’s because they were both caught bare-ass naked – they can stay that way. I tried to be nice and let YOU wear a bra and panties,” Ted turned to me, “You took THOSE off and ditched them didn’t you?”

This was very real – we were in a lot of trouble, and yet I felt he still expected me to play the snotty, rich bitch character he had come to think of me as. “Yes sir, they are over there.” I pointed to the willow tree.

“Conner,” Ted instructed my brother, “come handcuff you sister’s hands behind her back so she doesn’t get up to any mischief; and put a clothespin on her clit so she is reminded what a pain she is being right now.”

Ted continued to talk to the crowd while Conner bent over me and pulled out a fresh set of hand-cuffs to lock my wrists behind my back while I squatted. “Sorry,” he whispered in my ear as he made them tight.

“I am sorry you have to do this, Sir,” I whispered back as I felt the pinch of the clothespin bite into my clit. Conner attached it to the tip of the most tender part of my overly slick clit-hood.

“Are you two having a private conversation?” Ted asked us.

“I was just saying I was sorry he had to do this to me is all, Sir,” I told the truth – and that felt good to me. The part of me that is my real nature – the good girl who doesn’t really want to be in trouble was speaking and that was comforting – even through the discomfort and humiliation.

“Oh you are?” Ted feigned mock surprise. “You know he has to punish you if you fuck up – I think you aren’t sorry he has to do that because you wouldn’t have fucked up if you were. You ARE sorry you got caught – aren’t you?”

He had a point – “Well – okay, that isn’t fair,” I started to say and he cut me off.

“Life isn’t fair – you little rich bitch. I should have been born in Cherry Lawn and have servants and when your daddy lost his job and had to move you here – that wasn’t fair – so let’s not talk about fair – are you sorry you got caught?”

“Yes Sir, I am sorry I got caught,” I sighed reluctantly.

I noticed an increasing number of cell phones coming out to record or take pictures of us. Ted told me to “Say hello to YouTube.” and wave at the cameras.

“Hello YouTube, Sir,” I said with a pouted lip – creating a ripple of chuckles at how pathetic I must have sounded as I waved to the potentially millions of people who might find a video clip of me being hazed at a country-party.

“You will squat right there – and keep those knees spread! You didn’t have a problem showing off to whoever you were fucking earlier! Let’s see what is so precious about that pussy,” Ted took a long look between my legs and even bent down to pretend to sniff.

“Conner?” Ted asked, while continuing to stare at my pussy as if he discovered something wrong, “What does your sister’s pussy look like to you?”

My brother looked clinically at it for a second and said, “Like a snail or a slug I guess.”

“A snail or a slug?” Ted seemed amused.

“Yes, if you look down at one – the shape of my sisters pussy lips looks like the back of a slug as it makes its way through a garden,” Conner explained eagerly.

“I suppose you don’t like to hurt slugs?” Ted asked with a mock pleasantness before continuing, “Because I see that you only attached your sister’s clothespin to one pussy lip and just barely – playing favoritism? You did a much better job clamping your Aunt’s pussy shut.” Ted looked between my aunt’s knees to show him the difference.

“It was an accident!” Conner explained.

“Fine,” Ted warned, “accidents happen – fix it.”

My brother kneeled between my legs and repositioned the clip without making eye-contact. This time it bit down hard at the most sensitive base of my clit. There is a little bump right there where both inner lips were now pinned together tightly by the wooden clamp and it’s infernal spring. I resisted the urge to yelp, but my discomfort was obvious and that pleased Ted.

Conner pulled back his hand and wiped his finger on his jeans. I was wet more than usual and I didn’t blame him.

“Conner,” Ted asked him to taste his fingers.

My brother was hesitant but seeing that Ted was very serious did as he was told and licked the tips of them.

“Taste familiar?” Ted asked with an edge of dark humor. There were a few of the people in the crowd who were laughing, but cell phones were out and everyone was watching like we were a car wreck they couldn’t turn away from.

My brother stuttered a bit and Ted added, “Oh I don’t mean pussy taste, I know you haven’t tasted that,” there were loud guffaws from Derek and his baseball friends when Ted finished the punchline. “I mean did it taste like a man’s cum?”

My brother looked at him with a wince, but Ted had finished his little joke. “Are you dripping cum, young lady?”

I was – and I knew it was probably my own and Ryan’s white, viscous, seed between my legs.

“Yes sir,” I mumbled.

“What is that? I can’t hear you. Tell me that you are wet, or is your pussy is dry as a bone – which is it?”

“My pussy is wet, sir,” I knew he wanted to hear it, so I just blurted it out.

“If you aren’t guilty – then why are you all wet and turned on?” Ted mused “Perhaps you like being the center of attention at the party? Should I take you home and finish the punishment there?”

That question really wasn’t for me. Several of the guys bellowed “No!” to the idea of taking me home and punishing me in private.

“Tell me why were you naked,” Ted lifted my chin with his finger so that I had to look him in the eye and couldn’t keep my eyes on the dirt between my legs.

“I was having sex, sir,” I admitted. I probably shouldn’t have – I may have been able to save some punishment if I had made up an excuse, like Ryan had told me to go walk around naked; but it was the first answer that popped into my head and I blurted it out.

There were some “Oohs” and “Ahhhs.”

Savannah scowled at the crowd, “Like none of you ever had sex before!”

“They may have,” Ted turned his attention back to my cousin “But, they are older and aren’t on restriction like the two of you little shit horns – understand me?”

“Yes Sir,” Savannah made a slight ‘duck-lips’ as she acquiesced and backed down.

“I am your mother’s King in the house – am I yours? Do I rule the house now?” Ted asked her to confirm for him.

“Yes sir,” Savannah begrudgingly gave him that as well.

“Then say I am your King and you accept the punishment I will mete out tonight!” Ted smiled wickedly.

There was a long pause. It gave me time to look at Conner standing there quietly, Daisy’s evil grin, Angel and the crowd of on-lookers laughing and pointing. Laqwanda and Chlamydia appeared to have made up and were laughing at the dumb white girls and our tribulations. Daisy’s kids were running around chasing each other and periodically laughing at us – running past and kicking sand on to my ass as they did.

“You are my King,” Savannah might as well have started her sentence with ‘Fine, I don’t mean it but I will say it.’ because her tone brought the message home as she answered, “I will accept the punishment you mete out tonight, on my beautiful spring fresh, clean, tender, pink cunt just starting to open slightly into bloom, My lord King of all Wonderland.”

It was obvious Savannah was becoming unraveled and her anger was boiling up to the surface, by how little regard she had for answering him respectfully. I felt she was just making it worse for herself and possibly both of us.

“You watch your tone,” Ted warned her without addressing her tone and asked me, “Who all did you fuck tonight?”

“Just one guy, Sir,” I didn’t want to get Ryan in trouble. He had disappeared into the darkness and was nowhere to be seen. I assumed it would be best if one of us got out of this without punishment.

“Did you catch his name or just fuck a stranger again?” Ted implied I was loose and that was fine – it didn’t bother me because inside I knew I wasn’t. It still felt humiliating when the people watching giggled at me.

“It was Ryan wasn’t it?” Odd-Jobs asked – he was still looking for him, “Come on out, Boy! You have to come back to the Buckman some time!” he promised he wouldn’t punish him if he came out right now, and I admitted it was him.

I nodded, “Yes sir – we had sex over by the willow tree.”

Odd-Jobs said that was ironic, before walking over to the tree and bringing Ryan back by his arm. He had put his clothes back on. He was scrawny compared to the guys who attended this party, even though he was average size for guys his age – our age.

“Stop your squirming,” Odd-Jobs warned him. “Ryan Jacobi – you come over to the fire or I will tell your father.”

Not everyone at the party gasped, or caught on, when Odd-Jobs said Ryans last name – I did though. This was the Jacobi farm and his father must be the guy from the story he told me! The one who owned all those supermarkets back home and that explained so much about how they lived in such a ritzy area and yet he had to spend the summer here with his father’s brother – Odd-Jobs, A.K.A Oliver Jacobi.

“You can tell him,” Ryan sneered and pulled his arm out of his Uncle’s grasp. “I am tired of getting special treatment because of my last name. I should be punished just like those girls. I knew the rules – and we ignored them. We ignored all seven of your stupid, sadistic, rules!”

“All seven?” Ted seemed shocked and rubbed his chin as if that made a big difference while Odd-Jobs fought to get Ryan to calm down.

“You keep acting the fool and I might just make you be a bitch-boy down at the pool tomorrow and don’t think I won’t!” Odd-Jobs threatened.

“I don’t care – I want to do it!” Ryan began to take his shirt back off, but his uncle stopped him and made it clear the threat was idle.

“Your father would have my skin if I let you participate at the pool – I’ll think of an appropriate punishment. Just cool your jets – you don’t want what these girls are going to get.” Odd-Jobs asked Ted to tell us what we were going to get.

“String 20 foot of that special straw rope from the bumper of the truck to the side of the farm house,” Ted told him we would walk the rope and that would be sufficient before we left the party. “You will each start on one end of the rope and move forward slowly as you straddle the rope while you are talking to tell me everything you did wrong before your tits touch in the middle and then you will come back and bump your ass against the wall. I will compare stories and if I find out you are lying I will raise the rope higher on both of you.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but once I saw that the straw rope was very frayed and realized what they were doing, I got an idea of how grueling it was going to be. Conner walked us both to the rope and we stood over it with our legs apart. He raised the rope so that it brushed our clits and then locked our handcuffs to it behind our backs.

“You will shuffle forward. You are not to raise your feet or bend your knees – keep each step small or I will make you start over!” he instructed us to go super-slow.

We still had most of the audience from earlier, but many of them had gone back to drinking and listening to music – while casually watching the set-up of this punishment.

Angel being one of the ones who stayed to watch with increased attention – and make goo-goo eyes at my brother as if he were the hero of the story.

“Have you two been drinking?” Ted noticed the alcohol at the party.

“Yes sir,” I answered at the same time she said, “No sir.”

Ted made the sound effect “Ehnnt” with a thumbs down and blew a raspberry, “One of you must be lying.” Conner was told to take out some of the slack from the rope so that now the straw was touching the bottom of my clit and I felt it scratch.

“Don’t get your snail-trails all over my rope now,” Ted chuckled. “Conner, which rule was it they violated?”

“I believe that was rule two,” Conner answered while controlling our rope tension, “No alcohol of any kind.”

Ted approached us with a drink in his hand and dumped the remainder of a warm Lindsay Lohan over our heads. It tasted like melted cherry Icee syrup and vodka which is probably all it was. It was sticky, red and there was no way I could wipe it out of my eyes as it dripped down my face and chin onto my bare chest.

“You two like to drink – have a drink,” Ted told us sadistically then bidding us to, “Please continue.”

Ted made us start at the beginning of the story. It soon became apparent to Savannah that anytime she lied, to minimize what we did wrong, he was going to raise the rope higher; because I was telling the only story I knew, the way I remembered it.

She looked at me as if I were betraying her by the third time it was raised and now biting at the pink inside our lips. I shrugged apologetically, but I wouldn’t be able to anticipate which lie she would tell, and I think Savannah secretly knew that telling the truth was the only way we were going to get through this without being split in half by the rope.

I was able to tell the entire story about how Billy told us we could remove our butt plugs and not to worry about the rules by the time Savannah and I met in the middle and touched tits.

What I didn’t understand was that while the rope was chaffing my pussy and beginning to hurt like the dickens, I was actually getting more turned on. I don’t know if it’s because of the humiliation of being punished in front of everyone or if I got turned on by the pain caused by the rough rope rubbing against my pussy lips. Of course it could be a combination of the two. All I know was that my pussy was leaking like a sieve, even more than before.

“Look at the love-birds letting their nipples touch,” Ted seemed amused and, for the benefit of the others who were paying attention, made us touch noses before backing up.

Billy was nowhere to be found. I think he may have already left the party by this point, but Ryan was on the sidelines watching and looking sympathetic for what I was going through.

I was secretly pleased he was willing to be punished. I felt like he had stood up when Billy fled and that made him much braver, at least in my eyes. I was also glad he really didn’t have to endure this, because I would assume the jagged little bits of straw would play havoc on the tender flesh of his balls the way they did the inner part of a woman’s pussy. I have to admit – there were a few times I stumbled because the pain was sending strange sensations of pleasure, but for the most part it was excruciating and intensely humiliating. But it seemed that my body liked the pain a little too much. I was getting more and more confused about what I thought turned me on. I never imagined that pain might get me excited. Logically I knew I shouldn’t be sexually excited, but my body kept betraying me.

Angel laughed a few times when I stumbled and yelled, “Hurry up and get to my part!”

I walked backwards and told truthfully about how Angel had approached me and how I had enjoyed lying to her.

“Those are good ideas,” Ted smiled, “Write Nigger Love on your sister’s ass-cheeks.”

Ted made me stop and wait while Conner used magic marker to write the racist remark on my ass. “No offense,” Ted apologized to Laqwanda and Climydia.

“None taken,” Laqwanda answered for them both, while rotating her head on her shoulders angrily, “She is the cracker bitch who thunk it up!”

I have to admit – there are a lot of disgusting things they could have written on my body. There are some that might have even made me laugh at how clever they were, even if they were dirty. This was not one of those things, now that I realized what it said and he made me say it out loud – I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, “It says Nigger Lover, Sir.”

“Are you one?” Ted asked.

This is a word like “Cunt” that I simply never used and had been taught never to say at any time to anyone. It hurt to say it out loud – it really felt like I was doing something so wrong that I couldn’t take it back, once said out loud.

Savannah nodded at me as if to encourage me to just do it. This was possibly still a game like at the pool – a scam. “I do love niggers, Sir,” I said with a snarky smile as if it were funny and Ted chuckled with satisfaction.

“You know,” he lectured, “I agreed not to tell your mom about all the things you’ve done wrong while she is working her ass off to save up money but I am not sure I can keep a secret about what a closet racist you are,” he laughed that it probably comes from being such a rich bitch and not growing up around any of them.

I wanted to say that it was Angel who was the racist and she HAD grown up around them and that was why she thought they were such bad people. Angel however was feigning outrage, “I was so offended she used the N-word. I would never!” as she touched Derek’s knee like an innocent.

I continued the story and when I got to the point where I innocently mimicked a countrified voice to Ryan – Angel made a point of saying that I was mocking her.

“I am so sorry, Ma’am,” I replied and I really meant it. “I never wanted to hurt your feelings. I was just doing a voice to be funny – it wasn’t about you!”

“Let’s hear the voice,” Ted was looking at his fingernails while leaning on my Aunt’s back. She had remained in position bent over and periodically he would adjust her tail or play with it like a toy. “If I think it sounds like Angel I will raise the rope, not because you made fun of her – but because you tried to hide it.”

“I can’t,” I stuttered, “I can’t remember exactly what I said Sir.” I was already on my fourth trip to Savannah’s tits and my pussy was feeling like raw-meat from the rope friction.

“SHE SAID,” Angel cleared her throat like a 2^nd grade tattle-tail about to tell the teacher what was said behind her back “Well, golly-gee gosh Master Ryan Ain’t that a violation of muh’ rules? Aren’t you supposed to paddle muh’ ass and stick a baseball bat up there?”

That was not what I said – not exactly. I looked over at her with a leer because she was trying to get me in trouble. Conner pulled the rope slightly taut to prompt me to do my version of it while moving forward slowly. “That isn’t exactly what I said, Sir,” I admitted.

“You told me you didn’t remember your words,” Ted waved the flat of his hand to signal my brother to raise the rope a half inch between our legs. I heard Savannah gasp. “Then you told me that you knew exactly what was said – so you had to have been lying. They can’t both be true. So what is it you think you DID say?”

I said it in the same over-the-top, comically absurd southern accent, exactly as I remembered it, “Well gorsh Masta’ Ryan ain’t dat a violashun of muh’ rules? Aren’t you supposed ta’ paddle muh’ butt, Suh?”

Which in retrospect was probably not exactly how I said it either, but it was close.

“I don’t see why you made such a stink about how Angel paraphrased you,” Ted took a sip of a beer one of the guys at the party gave him and sat up on the hood of O.J.’s truck while I shuffled backwards towards the bright headlights on the truck.

“What rule has she violated?” his question was for Ryan.

“Isn’t this a bit much?” Ryan implored for mercy. “You are ruining these people’s party and I mean – they learned their lesson, okay? It’s only until Sunday. They won’t go on dates anymore – problem solved.”

“That wasn’t my question, Son,” Ted puffed out his chest. He could be a braggart and a bully towards Ryan because unlike Billy Riggins – Ryan was smaller than Ted.

“You may be a Jacobi but I am a Gaylord,” Ted put a thumb to his chest to claim his heritage and last name.

“Hah, Gay-Lord!” Daisy’s son Damian giggled at the last name.

“Shut up, Dummy,” his brother tackled him as they played in the dirt reminding him that as Daisy’s son, “You are a Gaylord too!”

“You are a Gaylord from the wrong side of your family tree,” Ryan answered defiantly. He sounded smart and clever - and that probably wasn’t a tone Ted wanted to hear right then. He told Conner to raise the rope on us.

“Hey, we didn’t lie Sir!” Savannah cried out as the rope forced us to raise the arches of our feet.

“I make the rules,” Ted reminded her of that fact and told Ryan that unless he speaks respectfully he would raise the rope again.

“Fine my King,” Ryan admitted with an exasperated sigh.

“I am not YOUR King.” Ted clarified he was our King and bid him to continue while Savannah and I met again and touched tits and noses in the middle of the rope.

“As you wish,” Ryan tried to hide the sarcasm in his tone, but because he was from the city I think it just sounded pompous to everyone else. “Ellen accidentally got away from me at the party and was cornered by Angel – and it took me a little while to find her. It was a simple mistake – and one that I made.”

“What rule is that?” Ted looked down at Conner who was holding the rope tightly.

“Rule four- the girls must remain in sight all times,” my brother explained.

“Ellen my dear heart,” Ted patronized me “Did you know that was a rule? Did you HEAR me explain the rules before I let you go out tonight?”

“Yes sir, I knew it was a rule,” I admitted – I was in so much pain I didn’t want to continue any longer – I just wanted to rub crème all over my aching, burning pussy. That didn’t seem to matter to my pussy though because cum was flowing like a river from it and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm start to build.

“She KNEW it was a rule,” Ted explained to Ryan that I could have come found him when I didn’t see him anymore, but chose not to do so – which made me culpable.

Savannah also told part of the story and while they both added up – they had to because the rope couldn’t get any higher. My asshole was now touching the rope as I pivoted my hips to keep my sore pussy lips from chafing from the friction.

“We are getting to the good part,” Ted made Savannah stop once she got to the part where her and Billy had sex and asked her mom if she wanted to hear the details of how her daughter got butt-fucked tonight. Savannah smacked her lips at the cruelty and when we touched tits again she whispered, “This motherfucker is going to wish he didn’t do this after Sunday!”

I smiled at her and nodded, “I hope so!”

Crystal answered, “It is up to you whether to make her provide the details – but it won’t offend or surprise me. I thought Ellen was still a virgin though – so that will surprise me if she did.”

“Ellen a virgin?” Ted laughed. We had built me up as queen of the Cherry Lawn sluts.

“I think that was just an act, sir,” Crystal told the truth on me. She had been complicit in the scam for our punishments until now and helped perpetuate this myth that I was loose when I was getting punished at the pool. The fact that Crystal told the truth on me told me this was no scam – and I was getting punished.

“Should we raise the rope – were you a virgin?”

“Yes sir,” I told the truth and I heard an audibly loud ‘Bullshit!’ from Angel but Ted let it go.

“Congrats Ryan – you broke ALL of my rules, failed to punish her for one violation, broke the most important rule and took my nieces virginity,” Ted laughed at him in disgust and disbelief that he could have been so careless.

Ryan offered once again to join us in punishment and Ted said, “You know even a Gaylord can make mistakes – I think you learned your lesson. These two though?” Ted let Ryan off with a warning and told us that he had heard the story and was about to decide our punishment.

“This wasn’t the punishment, Sir?” Savannah was shocked and dismayed that we had done all that and it wasn’t our punishment.

“Fuck no,” Ted shrugged. “That was just to get you liars to tell the truth – you broke all seven of my rules. Do you think I can let that stand? You violated my trust, you violated what little freedom you were given and you let these boys violate your asses.” He chuckled as he told Conner to drop the rope and unhook us.

I was just on the verge of cumming when Conner dropped the rope. While I was glad the rope was being lowered, I let out a little groan of frustration. I so wanted to cum at that moment that I would have reached down and fingered myself the rest of the way to completion if my hands weren’t handcuffed behind me.

The music was back to full blast as people checked us out and went back to partying. It was still early enough that the party had not died down and we were the entertainment of the night. They would talk about this party for years to come I would imagine and it might just turn into another urban legend like the ‘Jacobi Tradition’; as guys who were there tell it to guys who weren’t and those guys tell it to someone else.

The YouTube videos and pictures were going to end up on thousands of websites and I’d probably walk into an interview for a University or a job and the man behind the desk may have seen me and ask where he knew me from –or worse he may remember!

“You know I should make you do the reverse Jacobi tonight as punishment,” Ted mused as he put his finger on his lip.

“What’s that?” Odd-Jobs joked, “Where they eat all the pussies of the women at the party and try to guess which is which?”

“Nah,” Ted waved his hand, “If the regular tradition is to kneel and suck all the cocks of the guys at the party until they find their true love - then the reverse would be to rim their assholes until they taste the ass of their true love!” he slapped his knee with amusement. “Ryan – did she rim your ass for you?”

“No she did not,” Ryan answered soberly – now seated on the grass near where we stood.

“No?” Ted feigned surprise. “I know she wasn’t a virgin on doing THAT – I saw her toss Tawny Haislip’s salad at the pool so hard that her nose turned brown, when she was working the kissing booth,– or maybe it’s always that way,” he laughed. He sighed, and thought out loud, “Billy had to go home and she doesn’t know what your ass tastes like – it would be unfair to give her a taste right before the contest.”

“Baseball bat up the ass!” Angel crowed.

Ted held up a finger as if he had it and then stopped himself as if he lost the idea. Then he smiled and asked her boyfriend “Derek – did you bring any baseball bats with you, son?”

“Aluminum or wood?” Derek smiled as he jogged for his black truck to grab his baseball gear.

“Your choice,” Ted told him. “It’s simple ladies,” he announced our punishment, “you will lube up each other’s asses really good – and then you will sit on the baseball bat until you get it far enough up your ass you can stand and walk around with it.”

“WHA?” Savannah shook her head ‘no’. “How long?”

“About six inches after you get the base in, I would guess,” Ted chuckled as if he couldn’t see why she was upset.

She was free to stand now but her hands were cuffed. She approached Ted with the look of a scorned woman enraged. “You made me walk that rope until I nearly bled,” Savannah was sweating, her body was trembling, she looked like hell as her eye make-up ran down her face.

“Yes, and you fucked up,” Ted didn’t let Savannah’s posturing affect him one bit.

“You let me the fuck out of this,” she struggled with the handcuffs.

“Or you’ll what? Call the law?” Ted smiled triumphantly and Savannah shook her head no.

“I just don’t want to do it anymore – this isn’t about the pool, this is some shit about your ego as King high muckey muck and I played along but you keep going too far! I don’t need any more money! I am done!”

“You are done on Sunday at midnight and not a minute sooner,” Ted smiled. “You remember the bet?”

“Fuck your bet,” Savannah was kicking sand at the truck angrily and fell on her ass. Daisy’s kids laughed loudest but she got up and roared at them, “You little perverted monsters!”

“Look at your daughter,” Ted calmly instructed Crystal to look over her shoulder at Savannah as if she were a small child throwing a tantrum, “She is not learning patience or respect.”

“I am not learning shit. I’ll be exactly as I was after Sunday – I am just going to fucking go. You can’t MAKE me stay and do this!” she started to stalk off down the dark dirt road that led up to the farm.

Ted looked at Conner to go get her, but my brother knew better than to tangle with Savannah in this rage. She was like a tiger with or without cuffs and Ted didn’t push the issue.

“Where will you go naked and handcuffed? It’s miles to the main road,” Ted chuckled at her.

“Away from here!” she yelled over her shoulder. “You only punish the girls, you don’t punish Billy or Ryan – you make us do horrible things we can never live down and Ellen,” Savannah stopped for a moment and turned around.

“You pull Ellen down into our shit. She was nice and NORMAL before she came here - like families on the television. The god-damned white Cosby show and you fucked them up!” Savannah was melting down and crying. “Come on Ellen, they can’t keep us here!”

I wasn’t sure whether to go or not. Ted warned me that if I take one step in that direction he would keep all the money we earned to date AND tell my mom and dad and show them the pictures, “Lots of them.”

“I will just punish your mother in your place,” Ted tried another tactic.

“Good,” Savannah was thirty steps down the dirt road, “She deserves it. She can sit on the entire fucking baseball bat. She just wanted to be top bitch to get a bigger cut. She can have the money I made – take everything! I don’t fucking care.”

“Bawk, Bawk,” Ted flapped his arms and called her a chicken. Savannah can be competitive and I know she hates to be called a chicken.

“Not going to work this time,” she assured him and picked up her pace – she seemed to wiggle her ass defiantly as she stalked off.

Ryan called after her, “Savannah I am sorry!”

“Save it,” Savannah didn’t want to hear his apology. “The guys in the family always get special privileges. Lloyd didn’t have to do this shit – he probably got to go on a hot date with one of my mom’s friends.”

“I put a wig on your brother, we tied a pink bow around his cock and dropped him off at Terry’s house,” Ted mentioned the very attractive transvestite he had gone to high school with.

“Well good for him,” Savannah was stubbornly continued walking on into the night.

“I can’t come with you,” I called after her. I didn’t want to tell her to come back to us, but I was worried that anything could happen to her in the country-woods. A blonde girl walking naked and hand-cuffed at night?

“Then sit on a baseball bat and spin,” Savannah told me, “let Ted get his jollies. You know he masturbated in your clothes when you first got there don’t you? Those panties you had that disappeared? He jerked his rod off on them. He’s been doing that to me for years.”

There was silence as she walked away. I looked at Ryan, he shrugged. I looked at Conner and he too had no ideas.

“Savannah Ginger Danville, you come back her and take your punishment – you little shit!” Crystal called angrily after her daughter. “It isn’t going to kill you – and you’ve already had bigger things in your ass, I am sure.”

“Her middle name is Ginger?” Ryan giggled to himself, “Does every girl here have a stripper name?”

“You are going to end up with Joleen in foster care? Do you want that?” Crystal sounded more like her old self as she croaked an implied threat –one that I didn’t understand.

Savannah held up her middle finger as she wiggled her ass while walking away.

“You know that I may not be able to get you back from there?” Crystal called out while looking at Ted.

Savannah held up her second arm high in the air and raised another defiant middle finger.

“Why not – it isn’t going to be any worse than this!” Savannah stopped and turned around to address her mom. They had gotten far enough apart that she couldn’t hear her anymore.

“May I stand up and address my daughter, sir?” Crystal asked very seriously of Ted.

If Ted had been even the slightest bit considerate he would have seen this as an important time.

“No, get on your knees and BEG her to come back and finish her bet,” Ted sneered. “I mean you are babying her – she gets to choose, to keep her word and finish this?”

“Fuck you Ted,” Savannah walked towards her mom, “I am coming back to say something and then I am gone, motherfucker.”

The party-goers were watching the drama unfold with interest.

“I’ll suck the dick of any guy who will drive me the fuck out of here – anywhere.” She offered.

There were several interested guys but Odd-Jobs stopped them all from approaching her.

“Honey, we are counting on you this weekend. We just have this gig until Sunday. We’ve all come this far – can’t you just take the punishment?” Crystal fell upon her knees as she had been instructed.

“Fuck that,” Savannah said, “I am a few years away from eighteen, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“You’ve only got to do this for two more days – you think you can handle the teen correction center for two years? With Joleen?” Crystal was talking about people and places I had never heard about until now.

“She is YOUR friend,” Savannah said, “Can you not ask her to cut me a little slack?”

“When you were there for two weeks – that WAS slack you received. That was easy time. Joleen is a hard-ass, she doesn’t take any shit.” Crystal said with confidence that what she was saying was true – in a tone that was like her old self.

“I don’t take any shit either,” Ted felt the need to say out loud, to no one in particular, but the women ignored him.

“So are they going to sit on these baseball bats or what?” Derek interjected impatiently as if he were being denied his show, “Should I put them back?”

“Fine,” Savannah huffed and said quietly to Ted and stipulated, “You don’t touch my money, and I get 5% back from Mom - you can’t take that much for one fuck up.”

“Done,” Ted agreed.

“And you don’t get to fuck me or Ellen – ever,” Savannah added quickly.

“Done,” Ted chuckled and agreed to her second demand.

“Let’s do this, Cherry.” Savannah flashed a determined grin at me “we got this.”