Chapter Eighty-Eight

Going backwards is like trying to put your poop back into your butt.

Ares finally moved from his comfortable spot on Delilah’s back and she was definitely no longer a stranger to the dog who had just mated with her. Ares regarded her as if she was an old friend and began licking himself lazily without a care in the world.

“Go ahead and do what you are going to do,” Maw-Maw sighed, realizing that her request had to wait for Delilah to finish her ritual with the dog cum.

“Mr. Sanderson, I know you are still over at the neighbor’s trailer, and I would suggest you go back into your trailer with your wife or come over here and join us,” Maw-Maw spoke loud enough that he heard her. “It’s creepy you standing over there in the between and I think you should either satiate your curiosity or return to your dwelling.”

Mr. Sanderson didn’t say anything at all.

“Bill, I know you have been standing in the screen door this entire time as well,” Maw-Maw instructed him to come outside and stop hiding “Your wife is naked and I think there is very little we can do to undo that. Once something like that is out there - Going backwards is like trying to put your poop back into your butt. You can’t do it. So come on out on the lawn and join us.”

I didn’t hear the door open or shut because my eyes were on Delilah who was servicing Ares tenderly by licking his rapidly shriveling red doggy cock while squatting with maximum exposure of her anus and vagina and a practiced sort of formality. She was dripping the cum from her pussy onto the ground as she cleaned the dog exposing her entire body, unabashed and unashamed, to the rest of us.

It was starting to get dark, but the street light that was in front of the trailer had been repaired and was shining brightly enough that we could see everything she was doing and every crease and fold of her beautiful, thin, pink velvet vagina. She seemed to go to some extra effort to make sure we could see and took her time cleaning the dog.

“Come out here Bill,” Maw-Maw told him it was not a request and at that I heard the door slam. “Tell your husband that you won’t bite his head off for being out here, please,” she addressed Daisy.

Daisy seemed reluctant to do that much for anyone – especially her husband. I got the impression he might enjoy it but he seemed confused and afraid to hear her say it.

“It is no secret that you have worn the pants in the family at least until tonight,” Maw-Maw guffawed at her own wordplay and added, “Make it clear to Bill that you won’t hold it against him for joining us please; your future is at stake,”

“Bill get your butt out here, I ain’t going to be mad. You’ve seen me naked before,” Daisy offered and when Ted glared at her she added a reluctant, “Sir.”

“You don’t even let me see you naked when you are changing,” Bill sheepishly observed as he walked down from the creaking wooden deck and let the screen door slam behind him.

“It’s creepy when you watch me changing,” Daisy didn’t wait for the glare but was still hesitant to add a “Sir” at the end.

“You don’t like to even come to bed in the nude and when you do you stay under the covers,” Bill sounded like he was making excuses of some sort to believe she was going to be mad at him for coming outside.

“Well...,” Daisy didn’t apologize for her behavior. It may have been a good opportunity to at least pretend to be sorry. Instead, she said, “You can see me now, Bill! Everyone else in this god forsaken trailer park has and the pictures are probably all over the internet. So come have a look at your wife, SIR,” she called him Sir with emphasis on the disrespect.

“Is Mr. Sanderson coming over too?” Bill seemed nervous as he stumbled closer to where we were all standing. Bill was dragging his feet about coming over and I think he hated being singled out. Once he got close enough to the fence he exclaimed “Oh my God!” as he saw everyone watching Delilah on all fours with her ass presented to us while she licked cum off the dirty mud.

These big dogs almost never got walked – so they also shit and pissed constantly in this kennel and Delilah made no attempt to do this gingerly or delicately. She just consumed all “slut juice” as Savannah had called it, from the ground and then showed it to us and waited.

“What are you waiting for?” Maw-Maw asked.

“Permission to swallow Ma’am,” Delilah answered letting a little of the dirty cum slobber out of her mouth and sucking it back up playfully.

“Then you had better ask Teddy,” Maw-Maw held a certain amount of power and respect with her son and daughter. They had both made fun of her behind her back, but the fact she could decide the outcome of the bet – made them both careful not to upset her. I think she felt they always respected her judgment but at the same time – wanted Ted to decide for this girl what she should do.

“Fine, yes, swallow; so you can do what Maw-Maw asks,” Ted gave her permission. I could see on his face that he was hungry and a little worried.

“Yes Sir, happily! Thank you!” Delilah showed him her empty mouth and then asked Maw-Maw, “I am yours to command, should I assume some position? What would you have me do, Ma’am?”

“I don’t need you to assume any position,” Maw-Maw sounded rather frugal with what she was going to ask. “I need you to put my wayward daughter into the affirmation position, please.”

“ME? Why?” Daisy looked panicked but she wasn’t refusing – just asking for an explanation of why this was necessary. Her bratty boys already giggled but her glare shut them up.

“Surely, Ma’am,” Delilah stood and walked over to Daisy asking Maw-Maw where she would like her to do it at.”

“You can put her under the best light,” Maw-Maw said that it was inside the kennel where she had been. That was in part because Maw-Maw’s chair was setting right in the very front row.

“Fuck, I am going to cut my ass on this rusty fence!” Daisy pushed the fence down and bent it so that she could get over it and reluctantly found her way to the center of the kennel. The dogs started to sniff her but she shooed them away as she complied with his mother’s request.

“You are to do it just as they do it in your house. Delilah do you have the capacity to be strict or do you want me to send Conner or Teddy over there to assist you in the ministrations of this excercise?”

“I can be strict, if Daisy understands I do these things for her salvation and not out of malice and a desire for retribution for the cruelty she showed me today at the pool,” Delilah reminded me of a magician who was putting on a show and telling us they had nothing up their sleeve before they started their trick.

“Fine, fine, do your worst then,” Daisy was physically far more intimidating than dainty little Delilah and she stood flat-footed waiting for instruction from the teenage girl.

I was surprised that Mr. Sanderson had creeped up behind me without making a noise. His hand brushed against my ass and scared me and his dog sniffed my legs. It was a cute adorable little lovable dog – I couldn’t imagine having sex with anything like that.

“Hello Mr. Sanderson, your wife doesn’t mind you walking the dog for so long?”

“Locked me out of the house,” he said by way of explanation and then ignored me to watch Daisy’s affirmation. I noticed with a lot of guys after you suck their cock once, they rarely talk to you or make eye contact and Mr. Sanderson was no exception.

Delilah had grabbed Daisy by the clit and twisted, then inserted two upraised fingers into her pussy to bring her to her knees, before forcing her down to the ground so that she was in a push-up position with her hands flat on the dirt and her big ass facing us.

“This is pretty wild, eh Mr. Sanderson Sir?” I asked politely.

“I have seen crazier at the Landing Strip,” he dismissed my comment and kept watching as Delilah positioned Daisy so that her ass was pointing right at Maw-Maw and her legs were far enough apart that she could hold her ass up with some effort.

“You want it to be where your asshole is completely perpendicular with the sky,” Delilah explained that would make it so her pussy is slightly open and her clit hood is exposed if possible. “You don’t want there to be any secrets – nothing closed off or hidden – no mysteries.”

“Purple-dickular?!” Gene laughed at his own joke in an attempt to get Damian to laugh.

“A woman should have SOME mysteries,” Daisy insisted.

“You aren’t a lady for this,” Delilah pulled Daisy’s ass cheeks apart as wide as she could. The muscles in Daisy’s ass were extremely tight and that took some effort. “Until you can do this with your asshole on display naturally – you have to hold your cheeks apart yourself.”

“I’ll fall face down in the mud if I put my hands behind my back!” Daisy protested.

“Exactly,” Delilah kicked Daisy’s hands out from under her and her kids were the first to rejoice and laugh, but I think most of us got a chuckle out of her falling tit first into the dirt and choking and sputtering while she reached behind herself and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

“Maw-Maw!!” Daisy protested having to expose herself this way to us – her kids especially.

“The poop is already out of the ass,” Maw-Maw sounded unsympathetic. “Everyone here has seen your fundament or someone in this house’s bare bottom and you cannot put it back now. No one is going to be traumatized by seeing a little bit more – if anyone feels they can’t handle it, you can go inside and watch Springer on the television.”

“Can I come outside too?” Nelly Jr. asked from the screen door.

“No, please! He is a neighbor’s kid,” Daisy insisted the boy not be included in observing her humiliation.

“I don’t see why he would be excluded. You had no problem with him seeing the girls or Crystal in similar circumstances. Come sit down here next to Maw-Maw, if you want to,” she invited the little boy to curl up on her lap and told him not to bounce too hard or he might break Maw-Maw’s chair.

“You will humor me please and do it the way it is supposed to be done. If this method is effective at ascertaining the veracity of your statements, then the affirmations extreme nature can be tolerated – I think all of the other girls here have had to endure something along these lines and they have all survived.”

“You haven’t had too!” Daisy blurted out angrily and Delilah pushed her bare-foot onto the back of Daisy’s head, pushing her nose completely down into the dirt and forcing her to eat mud.

“Forgive me Ma’am,” Delilah explained, “She needs the correct attitude to engage in this activity with forthrightness.”

“No apologies needed,” Maw-Maw reminded Delilah that according to Delilah’s own words - she had no reason to apologize or seek forgiveness when offering someone salvation “even if that discipline caused them discomfort.”

“We are far more craven and worrisome than your daughter, I am sure, Ma’am,” Delilah offered sweet condemnation of herself and her Aunt.

“Don’t be so certain,” Maw-Maw asked if “This was all that was needed to begin?” and Delilah told her that it should serve for the basic function of an affirmation.

“There are ways to make it more intense if the subject is used to the affirmations or to satisfy the person asking the questions, Ma’am,” Delilah offered. “I can introduce those manners of influencing a truthful confession if we don’t see the appropriate results.”

I heard Daisy mutter under her breath and Delilah asked her to speak up.

“Nothing Ma’am!” Daisy shouted loudly.

“Oh you most certainly said something, and you calling me Ma’am is like calling a cow pie a Queen. You will repeat yourself so everyone can hear you and you will not change a word of it. I may have heard EXACTLY what you said; and if you change even a single context to what you said then I will impress you with my knowledge of how to enhance an affirmation in a way that will make failing to reveal whatever unpleasant curse you just uttered seem completely unworthy of the trouble you will find yourself in.”

“Fine,” Daisy seethed with a rage and as she did her asshole puckered already. “I was saying that this seemed completely juvenile.”

“And?” Delilah insisted there was more.

“That’s all I said, Ma’am.” Daisy grunted satisfactorily that she had told the truth.

“Conner Sir?” Delilah walked over to the rusty fence and asked if she could kindly borrow his rod and the dildo he stuck between his Auntie’s boobs earlier today.

“Sure, I will go get them for you!” Conner dashed off and returned quickly with the rod and dildo, and Delilah stalked over to where Daisy was with both in hand and struck her hard on the ass with a great whooshing from the slender wooden rod. Daisy’s boys laughed, but Sarah seemed actually concerned – then she laughed when she saw the others were.

“The ‘And’ I was expecting from your wretched mouth was an apology for wasting our time with unsolicited comments and observations. We neither asked for, nor expected you, to address us with your impertinent speech. We would also expect a request for correction so that you may learn to keep such comments to yourself.” Delilah offered another strike to Daisy’s big, wide vulnerable ass causing the big woman to jerk and wiggle obscenely.

“Youch!” Daisy yelped and she had absorbed many whippings from Ted on the way home without complaint so I knew it must have stung. “I am sorry then – please I won’t do it again, ahh! Okay?”

“Hardly acceptable,” Delilah’s sassy southern accent took on the tone of a southern warden in a woman’s prison. “You’ll have ta’ do better if you want to convince us. An Affirmation is about you spelling things out and hearing yourself say them out loud. You can’t generalize and you can’t use euphemisms, or you will be beaten and I will strike even more tender places. I cannot stress enough that your answers must be complete and most of all truthful – you will be asked the same question more than once in more than one way. You must demonstrate prudence, humility, and forthrightness for your answers – are you ready to begin?”

“Do I have a choice?” Daisy’s question was valid but Delilah struck her hard on the ass with the rod to remind her that she wasn’t asking questions but answering them.

“You most certainly always have a choice,” Maw-Maw reminded her daughter from her seat. Daisy began to get up and said that she chose to end this and put her clothes on. “You can choose to get your things and be gone from this place, never to return or claim your heritage as a Gaylord. You came into this world with nothing and you will leave with nothing.”

“Fine, Bill and I will take the kids and be gone in the morning,” Daisy started to get to her to knees, “I won’t lay down in this muck and dog shit and play these twisted little games.”

“You misunderstand,” Maw-Maw said, “I would never put family out into the street.”

Daisy was on her knees and look of relief washed across her face. I admit I was disappointed to have seen things go this far only to have her be able to stop at any time. However, at the same time I was comforted that the option might be extended to me.

“Bill and my grandkids are welcome to stay. You would no longer be family – you would be put out on the street with nothing and not to return. We could arrange a ride to the county line if you begged, but I won’t do more for you. You can take solace in that I tried to give you a chance to be honest and you chose to ignore any attempt provided to give you an opportunity to tell your side.”

“Oh Maw-Maw, you don’t mean that,” Daisy chuckled as she rose to her feet. It became obvious to Daisy that everyone was watching and waiting and she added, “I wanted to tell the truth – it’s just why does it have to be so disgusting and in front of Bill and the kids?”

“Since you two were little I could never get either one of you to admit your wrong doing. You and Ted both have a terrible tendency of stubbornly persisting in your errors. If this method of administering justice were as effective as this girl says, then I am inclined to see you through it like a bitter medicine you have to swallow and after a few moments it fades. I believed the presence of those you seem to care about would intensify the humility required for this exercise. You’ve already shown them your entire ass – is a few more minutes really too much to ask of you?”

Sighing and breathing out a “Fuck it.” Daisy looked back at us and then down at the ground. “I came this far – but if I am telling the truth?”

“If!” Maw-Maw seized upon the word and let it linger in the air “Then you will be judged accordingly and I will render a decision to you immediately afterwards as to what I think should happen.”

“You might punish Ted instead of me?” Daisy placed her weight on one of her hips and slouched slightly.

“I don’t know that I am punishing either of you, am I?” Maw-Maw answered back with a question of her own rather objectively.

“What the fuck do you call whipping me while I give answers in the nude?” Daisy said, with fresh mud still dripping from her chin and tits as she stood naked before us.

“I call it an affirmation,” Maw-Maw used Delilah’s term and asked “Would you like me to call it an Inquisition and we make the appropriate arrangements?”

“No Ma’am,” for once Daisy’s use of the word Ma’am actually sounded like she meant it.

“Then I suggest you beg forgiveness for wasting our time with your outlandish and willful display and return to the position you were in, so that we may finish this business and get something to eat!”

“I second that!!” Ted crowed, “I am HONGRY!!” his humor seemed lost on the rest of us for the moment. I was definitely hungry, but given the serious food for thought I had been given by Maw-Maw, I was not in the mood for his low-brow slapstick jokes.

“Get your hands exactly where they were and your knees in the same groove of the mud as before,” Delilah instructed, “and call me ‘Mistress’ for the sake of this exercise.” “While, I am by no means deserved of the title, it is what I called my Aunt when I first began my education; before she realized that her heart had hardened her ability to see her own excesses and what she considered venial sins were egregious. That her desire for repentance had come too late to be effective. My Aunt had the realization she would require much heartier punishment to compensate now not only for her misbehavior, but for years of knowing the truth while not having the courage to act upon it. It was then that she surrendered the title of respect with due cause.”

“Fine Mistress, but I can’t see the exact spot,” Daisy was bending over gingerly looking at the ground carefully.

“Then take your chances,” Delilah pushed Daisy’s head back into the mud “That there isn’t dog-shit where you fall and get your hands behind your back so that you can pull your ass cheeks apart and give a proper apology and admission.”

“Oh my god, this is worse than the car wash!” Daisy spit out grass and mud and tried to return to the position she had been on display, “Apologies and admissions of guilt – you talk a lot of bullshit – you would have made a better Mistress out there I think!”

I couldn’t be sure if Daisy was hinting that she had a position for Delilah on her team as one of the supervisors if she won the bet or if she was just making an observation to stall while she thought of what to say. Delilah wasn’t having any of it and struck Daisy hard across the back and hips to get her into place.

“You were told to apologize, and yet you are making a mockery with your pusillanimous dallying. You might even have been done by now if you were to have been more diligent!” Maw-Maw insisted with a shake of her heavy head.

“Maw-Maw, I don’t even know what pussy animus means! Can’t you talk English?” Daisy insisted as she groaned into the switching she received from Delilah.

“I believe you should refer to her as Mistress as well, for our tribunal into your behavior and your affirmation; and for your edification,” Delilah sliced hard down Daisy’s ass crack, onto the tender part of her asshole, “pusillanimous means a timid lack of determination and I agree with Mistress Maw-Maw’s diagnosis! Would it be alright if the subject of scorn addressed you with that honorific, Mistress?”

“I can’t see a reason to disagree with that logic, although I do feel the weight of the gravity of such a title and that I may not be entitled to it,” I could sense from the satisfied look on Maw-Maw’s face she was mightily impressed with Delilah’s vocabulary and how she chose to use it to make a point.

“As well you should,” Delilah pointed out that lack of regard for responsibility granted by authority would be a far greater hubris.

“Fine, everyone is a Mistress,” Daisy grunted into the dirt and blew her nose in the wet earth before offering her apology. “Mistresses,” she started and paused after she got another whipping across her ass.

“You can apologize to everyone for wasting their time,” Delilah’s southern accent had evaporated and been replaced with a much colder and darker tone.

“Yes Mistress,” Daisy started over, “I apologize for wasting everyone’s time with my pussy animus, or pussy alimus,” unable to pronounce the word pusillanimous she continued with an alternative word, “timid behavior. Bill is usually the timid one and I have to be the one with all the courage to get things done.”

Three more swats were delivered across her ass, “Bill is not the one having his shortcomings discussed. We are here to talk about the trouble you cause, the things you have done, and are responsible for – don’t blame anyone else for that.”

“It’s just that Bill is part of the reason,” Daisy started to defend her statement when Delilah answered her with the whip and stopped her. “I am sorry for wasting all your time when you want to be inside eating dinner and not out here with the mosquitos and gnats and the smell of dog shit,” Delilah let her continue but I had a feeling Daisy was projecting what she’d rather be doing then actually apologizing. “I should have just got down on my hands and knees and apologized like this so you could see I am telling the truth – so I am sorry, really sorry – with cherry and sugar and whip cream on top, please forgive me? Okay?”

There was quiet and Maw-Maw told her she was forgiven.

“Great and thank you Maw-Maw!” Daisy started to get up and Delilah stopped her and asked what she was doing. “She said I was forgiven – so I think that pretty much answers the question?”

“You were forgiven for the sin of wasting our time with your babbling and petulant whining,” Delilah struck her hard across the back and the fatty part of her neck with the wooden dowel. “We are ready to BEGIN your affirmation now. You will address me as Mistress, or had you forgotten?”

“No Mistress, I hadn’t forgotten,” Daisy returned to where she was on all fours.

“Then if you hadn’t forgotten,” Delilah struck her across the ass, “then it means you did more than just have a momentary memory lapse. It means you knew you should and chose not to demonstrate the appropriate respect for the power I now wield over you to address your affirmation.”

“I am sorry Mistress,” Daisy cried out “I meant no disrespect – I hope you will remember this though when the shoe is on the other foot.”

“I will not forget, and if I do,” Delilah bent over at the waist showing her entire exposed pussy and ass crack to us without a hint of shyness and whispered into Daisy’s ear loud enough for us to hear, “I will thank you to remind me.”

“So how would you like to do this Mistress Delilah,” Maw-Maw addressed the girl from her seat like a judge speaking to a prosecuting attorney about how to proceed in matters of law. “Should I ask the question of you and then you rephrase it such that it will have the most impact?”

“Please do not call me Mistress, Ma’am,” Delilah asked that only Daisy do that. “I am already not entitled to that station and accept only for your daughter’s salvation. I would suggest we proceed with you asking a clear, concise question – neither too broad nor too direct. A yes or no question makes it easier for the subject because she must simply guess one or the other to tell you what you might want to hear. My brothers take turns with Doctor Hooker when they are present for my affirmations. This way if they ask something that is outlandish or simple curiosities he is able to temper my questioning with a focus towards my training and edification.”

“Then we shall take turns,” and Maw-Maw suggested everyone else feel free to ask a question as well, once she gets to the heart of the matter, “Even you Mr. Sanderson,” she turned her meaty frame towards him and thanked him for joining us. “I meant to scare you back to your trailer when I addressed you earlier, but the fact that you came over to watch may help add pressure to my daughter’s willingness to be truthful in front of an audience by making it more difficult for her – so that we can truly test her humility.”

“I’ve known Daisy since I used to drive the bus to middle school,” Mr. Sanderson admitted, “I have to admit that I never expected to see her this way. She was always so bright and cheerful – the leader of the pack. I didn’t expect her to become so mean and bitter in later years.”

“I am not mean or bitter!” Daisy spoke up for herself while holding her ass cheeks apart for us. Delilah answered with a stroke of the cane reminding her to address him as her better.

“Sorry Sir. I appreciate you always being a good bus driver. You were a little creepy staring at some of the girls but seldom with me,” Daisy’s obvious sarcasm and disdain for the neighbor came across loud and clear and it was not lost on Delilah who whipped her ass several more times.

“You paraded around in short-short denim jeans and developed big boobs and an even bigger ass when you were in eighth grade!” Mr. Sanderson accepted the criticism and offered, “You were always shaking it around and bouncing and popping gum – how could I not look?”

“Do you like what you see now, Mr. Sanderson, Sir?” Delilah’s question was broad enough she could have been talking about her own naked form lit fully by the flickering street lamp overhead.

“Well...,” Mr. Sanderson wanted to say that it was obscene or indecent but he chose his words more carefully, “When I first saw the two young ladies on the lawn this morning I must admit that I was shocked and offended,” he admitted.

“Uh-huh, that’s why you stopped and stared at us for an hour, Sir?” Savannah called him out on his bullshit. I kicked her to remind her that it was best if we kept quiet and stayed out of focus or we’d find ourselves in the mud just as easily.

“Yes well,” Mr. Sanderson admitted with a bit of bluster and a shrug, “Obviously, I do like pretty, naked girls.” He added after some consideration, “I just thought you were attention seeking sluts who were doing this for a thrill.”

“You thought we put baseball bats up our own butts and tied our own selves on the lawn naked for the attention?” Savannah had a different more street-wise southern accent than Delilah, that when paraphrasing Mr. Sanderson made it obvious she thought he was full of shit.

Delilah’s eyes danced over me with a look of approval and she told Savannah and Mr. Sanderson, “Stranger things have happened in the Buckman – what do you think of them now?”

“I think they are good girls who, from what you have been saying, want to behave themselves. I really thought this was all a scam just to sell blowjobs to strangers.”

I pinched Savannah’s side in the darkness before she could say “Well it was, you dummy!” and she grinned at me, but kept her mouth shut.

“Do you have a question for Daisy before we begin? Remember, she is bound to tell the truth and should she not, then she WILL be punished,” Delilah let Mr. Sanderson be the first one to cast a question.

“I hadn’t really thought about that,” he pondered “Given how you started the day I guess I would ask what you would have done differently if anything?”

“Lot’s of things! Sir!” Daisy actually laughed at the simplicity of the question adding, “I would not have taken this god forsaken bet and I would not have stolen the money for one thing. I think I would have just stayed in bed all day!!”

“So you feel that if you had just stayed home, exactly the way things were, then you would have been better off?” Maw-Maw seized upon the next question.

“I wouldn’t have my nose two inches from dog shit with my ass on display,” Daisy was honest but it required the strap across her ass to remind her to call her mother “Mistress.”

“We need a test question to establish the veracity of your answers. Do you agree that nothing is being inflicted upon you that you cannot endure, and that you are naked in this pit on display for a reason; and if not, then explain what would be more appropriate?”

“That is a loaded question,” Daisy considered it for a moment “You said no yes or no questions and if I answer I agree with it then are you going to whip my ass again, Mistress?”

“If you are asked a yes or no question during your affirmation you will provide the most forthright answer you can, along with any short, non-rambling explanation. You will not be defensive of any criticism, you will not seek to redistribute blame. You will however, demonstrate that you understand the question and offer context to evince our goodwill towards your progress – is that simple enough for you?”

“Yes Mistress, I don’t have the same book sense you or Mistress Maw-Maw do,” I could hear Ted laugh at how pathetic Daisy sounded as she groveled. “I agree with you that this is something I can endure and that there is a reason for this – I just don’t enjoy it.”

“And you shouldn’t,” Delilah seemed pleased explaining Saint Potamiaena and her mother Marcella were to be boiled in a cauldron of wax in Alexandria for their beliefs. She demanded she be stripped completely bare and lowered little by little so that everyone could watch her suffering and patient endurance. They also threatened to hand her over to the gladiators to have their way with her and she endured it.

I found it difficult to believe there were so many examples of these virtues and wishing I had a phone to look them up. I could see from Delilah’s conviction that she at least believed this to be true.

“Another test question,” Maw-Maw changed the subject. “Which is your favorite of your four children and why?”

“That isn’t fair!” Daisy protested and Delilah responded with a strike across the back as her kids sat up straight to listen.

“Fairs have lemonade and Ferris wheels,” Delilah reminded her of the adage she had told me earlier in the day that meant so much to me. “You will address your better as Mistress and every question that leads to your honest response is valid. The ones that make you think and evaluate yourself may open your mind to points you had never considered.”

“How do I pick Mistress?” Daisy listed them off by name “Gene, Sarah, Damian, Punkin?” She always called her youngest Pumpkin or Dumpling and I wasn’t sure if either was her legal name. “I guess Punkin because she is a little baby.”

I could sense from Gene that he felt a deflation to his ego as her eldest. I don’t think the other two really processed or assumed they were her favorites anyway.

“Yet, you haven’t seen or checked on Punkin all day – you left her with Bill and you know he sleeps most of the day away?” Maw-Maw had a follow up.

“Hey, I changed the diaper and the kids help too!” Bill offered in defense, but was shushed.

“Your kids are out of control and too busy creating a booger wall in the living room of the trailer and breaking my priceless clown figurines to be responsible for your child- are you a bad mother by your own definition?”

“When you say it like that,” Daisy was clearly caught in a difficult to defend position, “Yes, I am an irresponsible mother, Mistress.”

“Did you steal from your friends and family today? Money that was going to be freely split with you for your participation and help?” Delilah asked another question striking an intimidating pose over Daisy’s body with the switch in her hand ready to strike.

“Yes Mistress,” Daisy couldn’t deny that, “Ted had to know I was going to steal a little bit. I am sure everyone stole a little bit.”

“I didn’t,” Delilah reverted slightly to her country accent without reservation. “If there is any money to be provided to my family in exchange for my participation, then it is up to Doctor Hooker to handle it. I do not crave the temptations that come with great wealth.”

Ryan was standing in the crowd and I could see from his face that his usual attitude of not taking anything seriously was gone as he listened intently to what was going on. I smiled at him and he offered a wintry smile in exchange.

“Well that’s you, Mistress,” Daisy said “Everyone else was out there for the cash. You didn’t see how ready we were to all claw each other’s eyes out for another percentage point off the top. The two little prisses got everything after 10 thousand was made!” It wasn’t against the rules of the bet for Maw-Maw to know about the split but we probably shouldn’t have been telling all this in front of Mr. Sanderson. “You all knew you would be under scrutiny and searched – but I didn’t think they were going to check me THERE!”

“It has been my experience,” Maw-Maw observed, “That dishonest people tend to think everyone else is affected with the same malady that affects them – they justify stealing because they think everyone does it. I thought I raised you better than that!”

“You did, Maw-Mistress,” Daisy corrected herself mid-sentence and added, “It’s just in the Buckman no one will look out for you – if you don’t look out for yourself!”

“Your family would, if you didn’t fuck them over at every opportunity,” Maw-Maw realizing it was her turn to asked another question. “You said you intended to give me the money that you stole – why didn’t you just give me the money that you earned?”

“You can have that too!” Daisy offered but the strap across her ass reminded her once again to add Mistress and be respectful. “I guess I thought I could give you some money and have some for myself as well, Mistress.”

“Have you heard of Basil the Blessed?” Delilah asked.

“No Mistress, but I assume you will tell me about her?” Daisy’s sarcasm was hard for her to hide but Delilah was merciful and instead of whipping Daisy, waited for her ass to wiggle and flinch when she brought the rod down but didn’t strike – leaving it to her imagination.

“Basil was a Russian man and a shoe maker. He was called the Holy Fool. He adopted an eccentric lifestyle of shoplifting and giving to the poor to shame the miserly and help those in need. He went naked and weighed himself down with chains.”

“Is there any Christians that kept their clothes ON, Mistress?” Daisy didn’t question the truth of the girl’s story, but simply how often it seemed chains and nudity were involved.

“Quite a few, but those worthy of redemption who accepted the need were willing to make that sacrifice. Saint Paul the Apostle wrote in Corinthians that we are fools for Christ's sake, but ye are wise in Christ; we are weak, but ye are strong; ye are honorable, but we are despised.”

“Do you study nothing but the Bible all day, Mistress?” Daisy seemed impressed but annoyed at the fact the younger girl seemed to be so well prepared for this exercise.

“Certainly not,” Delilah struck Daisy across the back hard and told her that, “When you are tasked to give me an affirmation you can have me tell you all about my studies on how to please my betters, and the chores and tasks in my training. We are here to talk about your massive ass instead.” Delilah realized weight may be a touchy topic to Maw-Maw and apologized, “No offense intended, but physical shortcomings and gluttony are addressed during affirmations.”

“None taken, my sweet child,” Maw-Maw was quite pleased with the acknowledgement “I know that I weigh a ton but I was once smaller than Daisy and I chose to eat my frustrations and stress instead of address them. I know I am a tub of lard and a beast – Daisy, do you think you are a fat ass as well?”

There was quiet while Daisy contemplated her answer. She waited just until she heard Delilah prepare the rod to strike to answer, “Yes Mistress, I am a fat ass. I have big bones.”

“You have big bones because you eat big donuts and don’t exercise?” Ted threw in a comment and I admit that it was a much needed laugh.

Delilah poked her with the rod and told her to address her Master. She looked up slightly as if to verify that she were serious and then realizing she would be punished, “Yes Master, you are right – I have big bones around big fat. I jiggle and I am plump and chubby – everyone laughs at me. Which is why I don’t know why you want me naked at your car wash – I am gross and disgusting.”

Before Ted could agree and get in another dig at his sister Maw-Maw explained, “There was a word long before big beautiful woman and chubby chaser that my mother told me. She called me Zaftig – it meant plump, well rounded, and full figured and she said that not every man wants a Barbie doll. There are going to be men who are afraid they’ll break someone like that and want someone with some cushion – your father was that way.”

I had never heard Maw-Maw talk about their father – or even who he was.

“You are a Zaftig and there will be men that enjoy your figure. Bill do you like Zaftig women?” Maw-Maw asked the nervous Bill who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but where he was.

“I..uh..well..” Bill was extremely skinny and gaunt by comparison he answered with a hopeful shyness that he gave the right answer “I mean I like all kinds of girls.”

“So if you could fuck any one out here right now, Sir,” Delilah had her hands boldly on her hips, “in any way that you chose, with no strings attached – then which one would you choose?”

“Are you asking or do I have to get naked? I mean I am not really sure,” the skittish man looked worried he would offend someone by not picking them more than he would actually have the opportunity to have sex with anyone – even Daisy. “Do you mean like oral or anal or...like I mean, I can’t...”

“Is Daisy your woman, Sir?” Delilah asked him a more pointed and direct question while remaining respectful.

“Yes..I mean if she wants to be..I mean we ARE married. I don’t know how this carnival or car wash or whatever it is works. I mean is she obligated to belong to that? If so, I mean I don’t know. We were just doing this for a little extra money.”

“Bill?” Ted tried to call him down. “Are you high right now? Your wife made eight hundred dollars out there and stole another three hundred.” Ted asked Daisy, “How much of that were you going to give to Bill?”

“All of it Master,” Daisy answered abruptly, then quickly changed her tune when that sounded unbelievable, “I can’t give it to him because he might spend it on drugs – that was for us to move. I didn’t want to tempt him with all that cash.”

“Knowing that your wife stole from the family and wasn’t going to give you any of the money she earned, Sir,” Delilah asked “Could you discipline her if you thought that would change her behavior or would you let her keep right on as she is?”

“I...well...,” Bill seemed fidgety and uncomfortable the most with this question, “I wouldn’t want to upset her, if she earned the money, then technically you know it is hers to do with it what is best, but...” he stopped and realized that we were waiting for answer “I could, yes. Sure.”

“Then show me,” Delilah asked Bill to enter the dog kennel and when he balked she told him it was going to be easy. “The dogs won’t get you – just step in the kennel and come approach your wife.”

“Daisy – are you sorry you stole from us and were going to withhold from Bill any of the money you earned today while he stayed home with the kids?” Delilah asked.

“Yes Mistress, I am very sorry about that – I would think half of the money is fair. Okay Bill, Sir?”

“You will refer to him as Master for this affirmation,” Delilah struck her across the ass with the rod and handed it to Bill. “Then you won’t mind if Master Bill gives you ten lashes to remind you what a greedy, unscrupulous whore you have been for your thievery and dishonesty?”

I thought I actually heard her grit her teeth and grind them. “No, I do not mind,” then she answered in the sweetest voice, “Go ahead and punish me Master Bill and teach me a lesson.”

“I can’t do that,” Bill nervously rejected the rod and put his hands out in front of him like a referee giving the “Safe at Home” hand signal. “Anything else but that, please.”

“Fine, lick his shoes,” Delilah took back the dowel without any signs of impatience.

“What?” Daisy asked for clarification.

“Your hearing has been working fine all night,” Delilah answered with a rod across the ass as she led Bill to stand right in front of her “I want you to kiss his feet in between answers. The only time your tongue comes off his shoes – is to speak when spoken too. You will clean the tennis shoes completely before he gets out of the kennel.”

“But he is standing in dog shit, Mistress! It’s filthy in here?” Daisy scrunched her nose and kissed her husband’s tennis shoes tentatively after another rod strike across her bulbous ass, letting her know that her protests were invalid.

“You aren’t to question what is possible or impossible – you are to do your best with the assignment given. Is there some reason you would prefer to lick my bare feet than your husbands possibly?”

“No Ma’am, I mean Mistress – I’ll lick, I’ll lick,” she began applying her massive tongue to Bill’s black tennis shoes.

“Don’t just do the top – when he is ready, he will lift the bottoms so you can clean the soles as you bare your soul. Don’t frown, I do this for my brothers every day and they play and run in places full of mud and bits of rock.”

“Wow, do you clean their asses too?” Gene offered a question to Delilah from the fence.

“Yes I do Sir,” Delilah made no secret, “I clean them from the very tippy top of their heads to the very last piggy toe, each and every day.”

“With your mouth?” Gene seemed enthusiastic.

“You should ask them if you want to find out, Sir – I apologize but I have to give your mother an affirmation and I am sorry you have to hear her confessions this way.”

“It’s fucking hilarious,” Gene admitted. “I can’t believe she is doing it with her titties flopping around and her ass wide open like that!”

Delilah smiled at him, “My brothers had the same reaction when I first did my affirmation in front of them, Sir,” she remembered with a nostalgic fondness “Do you think you could get used to seeing your mother doing affirmations all weekend?”

“Fuck yeah! I mean yes I would!” Gene tempered his enthusiasm with a request to let him ask a question.

“You don’t mind if your son asks you a question, do you, Daisy?”

Daisy was in no position to argue, with her ass spread and her mouth slobber all over her husband’s shoes. The black from the shoe leather was coming off on her tongue and around her lips as she worked her face over the material to clean it diligently. “You will give him a complete and honest answer to any question he wants to ask from this position, won’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, any question he wants; but do I have to address my son as Master?” Daisy asked with a subtle reluctance that seemed like she wouldn’t put up much resistance if she did have to do it.

“No, I don’t think that is necessary since Gene isn’t an authority figure,” Delilah’s impish smile crept across her sassy face “Unless Gene – you would like a title?”

“Mean Gene the King of Everything!” Gene blurted out, as if he had it all planned. The other two kids quickly added that they wanted to be called “Hellraiser” and “Princess Sarah of Rainbow Castle.”

Delilah giggled and told Daisy she heard what they wanted to be called and would act accordingly. “One at a time, Gene go ahead and ask your question, Sir.”

“What does dog shit smell like?” he laughed so hard he nearly fell down.

“Why don’t you come smell it, Mean Gene the King of Everything?” Daisy answered gingerly but with a tone that suggested he shouldn’t push his luck with her.

“Wait, I get a question next then,” Damian the Hellraiser pushed his brother out of the way but Gene insisted that hadn’t been his real question and he wanted another opportunity.

“I was going to ask if you were like turned on, you know? Like how boys get boners and like Ellen drips out of her pussy – are you like getting your nipples hard and getting wet being naked?” Gene’s question seemed awkward but strangely well-intentioned and openly curious. Sarah kicked him for being dirty, and said she wanted a turn asking as well with a pout.

“Well, Mean Gene the King of Everything,” Daisy was breathing hard as she licked her husbands shoes. “You might think being face down naked, outside with someone beating you with a stick was a huge turn on, but I can safely say that I am not wet.”

“Why are your nipples leaking then?” Gene asked another question and fought off an assault by his brother and sister who wanted their turn. Delilah assured them they would all get a chance to ask their questions if they could be patient.

“I am lactating, giving milk and I can’t seem to stop, King,” she explained and looked up at Delilah for approval or a sign she wouldn’t get a spanking.

“What’s making it start leaking,” Damian asked his own follow- up question and told her that he wanted to be known as “HELLRAISER!” with a big grin on his face. I am sure to him that title meant a lot more than the word Master or King.

“I think actually the roughness of the dirt against my nipples is rubbing it and stimulating them – I guess Hell Raiser,” she accommodated her son’s title request without complaint.

“So does it hurt when your boobies shoot milk like a cow?” Sarah insisted her title would be “Princess Sarah the Queen of Castle Rainbow” and sniffed like she had nasal drip.

“I don’t think it hurts, Princess,” Daisy seldom gave her children the time of day, but now that she had to take the time to answer them respectfully it was almost like they were all seeing each other in a different light. “I guess a little.”

“Will you moo like a cow?” Gene giggled and Sarah punched him in the arm to defend her mom.

“No, it’s fine Princess Sarah,” she looked up at Delilah for a cue on whether she would be punished or not “Mooooooooooooo!” she bellowed like she had for Ted earlier today on the march home and they all giggled and laughed that she was a cow. She smiled as well – although I don’t’ think she wanted to admit it.

“You aren’t going to be mad at us for laughing at you?” Sarah asked after the laughter died down.

“I guess I can’t be mad – I would laugh at me too, after I mooed like a big fat cow, Princess.”

“Okay, if you can’t be mad,” Damian clearly had a question he wanted to ask but was afraid of her reaction. Delilah prompted to ask it and he said, “Well, it’s kind of a dirty question.”

“Go ahead Hellraiser, you can ask anything,” Delilah insisted.

A sadistic but immature look like he was trying to shock us crossed Damian’s face and he asked, “Every other girl out here has a plastic thing up their butt that covers up the pink ring around the hole but you don’t? Why are we able to see directly into your butthole?” Damian asked his question and Sarah punched HIM in the arm for asking.

“That is a good question, Hell Raiser,” Delilah said “I hadn’t really seen it quite like you did – that the butt plug obscured the pink ring – I take it that is something you like to see?”

“Yeah, yeah! I do!!!! And no hair around it!!” he made a face of disgust before ripping a farting noise with his mouth.

“Well Daisy, you have hair on your pussy and no plug covering your pink – what is your explanation?” Delilah jabbed the prod of the wooden dowel into Daisy’s ribs to remind her that this was her question to answer.

“I don’t know,” Daisy hadn’t thought about it, “I guess because Ted hasn’t told me to shave or put one in, Hellraiser?”

The answer would have satisfied her son, who was more excited about being able to ask such a deliberately graphic question around the adults and be taken seriously than he was finding out the answer. Delilah wasn’t satisfied and she asked “Why do we shave our cunts and all around our assholes?”

“To keep it clean, Mistress?” Daisy offered a simple but seemingly obvious answer that would have satisfied the rest of us.

“You haven’t shaved the hair around your asshole or any of that bush you have between your legs in months – does that mean you aren’t clean?” Delilah reached between Daisy’s legs and plucked a long wild strand of thick hair that was growing around her asshole, causing Daisy to cry out. “Cry for your sins and those you have hurt instead of yourself and you might escape the infernal home that awaits you!!” Delilah realized how harsh that sounded and added with a smirk, “Besides – you may wake up the neighbors!”

“Yes Mistress, sorry!” Daisy was still reeling from the pain. I looked around, as it became darker around us, and wondered how many people were watching from their windows or from the cameras installed in the yard and around the trailer. I thought I saw Donger dashing around behind the air conditioner units but it may have been a squirrel – it wouldn’t have surprised me if it was him.

“You will shave your pits, legs, entire ass, and cunt completely under supervision since you clearly are too lazy to do it when you aren’t required to!” Delilah instructed and waited for an acknowledgement from Daisy.

“Yes Mistress!” Daisy couldn’t argue the logic, since she had just claimed it helped keep us clean.

“Not only does it keep us clean, Hellraiser!” Delilah offered with a wink and a point to her own bald slit, “But it helps keep our cunts on display – and not obscured and hidden by our vanity – shrouded in any sort of mystery. The pussy can more readily be inspected – the next time you ask your mother this, that is what she is going to say. Isn’t it Daisy?”

“Yes Mistress, it is,” Daisy answered

“You like a well shaved pussy or one with a lot of hair on it, Hellraiser?” Delilah’s southern accent came back as she stood close enough to the fence right in front of Gene and Damian so they could look at hers.

“I think I do like that better, or with a little wisp of hair?” Gene was put off guard by her aggressiveness and open willingness to show herself to him. He had been rejected so often I think he felt uncomfortable in any situation the girl wasn’t trying to get away from him.

“Bald is better I think,” Hellraiser offered his opinion “You can see more!”

“It also makes it easier to wear a skimpy bikini!” Delilah answered. “You both like what you like. I hope what you see is pleasing to you and you don’t feel embarrassed for looking at it – I am naked on purpose and you are free to stare all you want.” Delilah prompted Daisy to answer the second half of the question. “Hellraiser, also asked why you have no butt plug – care to answer him?”

Daisy was lavishing Bill’s shoes with her tongue – mostly for fear of Delilah’s wooden rod being used to motivate her. She stopped to answer, “I don’t know, Hellraiser – I guess because I am really tight back there and Ted didn’t tell me I had to wear one.”

“Do they hurt?” Sarah seemed genuinely concerned about her mother at times.

“”Fuck yes!” Daisy admitted, adding quickly her new name for Sarah, “Princess!”

“So you’d rather show your bare, pink butthole than have a black rubber circle covering it?” Gene was of the opinion that the plug actually offered some measure of modesty and protection instead of enhancing and focusing your nudity.

“Yes, I guess I would, King Gene,” Daisy offered truthfully.

“What you would want and what you must do are now two different things though, aren’t they?” Delilah prompted Daisy to answer and added, “If you were told by your betters to wear a plug – you would wear one?”

“Yes Mistress, I guess I have no choice.” Daisy was thoroughly getting humiliated and I almost felt sorry for her. I wondered if that was part of her act in order to play sympathy from Maw-Maw.

“Even though they can be uncomfortable,” Delilah explained to Sarah, “they are a constant reminder of our place and the discomfort, in what is normally a very sensitive and private place for most women, is a helpful tool to control us. It is almost like a swat to the butt at all times. The use of verbal encouragements and criticisms can be almost as effective as tools like this. Would you like to see mine?”

The boys and Sarah all nodded and I was shocked to see Maw-Maw nod her head when Delilah looked to her for approval to do it. Delilah bent slightly at the knees and turned around to start pushing her plug out.

“It looks like a long black turd coming out!” Gene laughed as she pushed the length out. Delilah had a much bigger dildo than the tiny finger I had up my butt and she wasn’t ashamed to show them.

“Yes, it does kind of look that way and probably if you licked it – it would taste that way,” she held the length of the black cock shaped dildo out for them to see.

“Can I hold it?” Sarah asked sheepishly.

“Yes Princess, let me clean it first,” Delilah opened her mouth wide and deep throated the entire dildo with ease. I could see its length in her throat as she choked it into her throat and washed it with her own spit before handing it to them. They laughed and said that was gross, but they also seemed majorly impressed – especially Gene who now had love-stars in his eyes.

They tossed the dick shaped toy back and forth and then handed it back to Delilah.

“See, you can work poop back into your butt once it’s out,” while shamelessly working the cock shaped plug back into her ass right in front of them. It was literally like watching someone butt fuck themselves but she didn’t wince or grunt or look uncomfortable at all while she wiggled it back and forth until it slid in.

They laughed and giggled, and honestly I couldn’t help but feel myself dripping between my own legs- it was a very sexy thing to watch in this context. A teenage girl boldly standing naked in front of people like she was teaching a classroom with her legs apart, just masturbating a rubber cock in and out of her ass to lodge it securely in her butt?

“Do you have any further questions?” Delilah offered politely, but only Sarah had a final question.

“Will you still be mom if you have to be like this?” Sarah’s question almost melted my heart at how simple and sweet it was.

Daisy could have told her daughter that she loved her and that nothing would change and I don’t think anyone would have had a problem with it.

“I am your mom Princess; but for the next two days I am not going to be able to tuck you in, or tell you bedtime stories, or take you shopping because momma did something bad and they want her to pay the price like this!” Daisy made herself out to be the victim and that they were taking away things from Sarah. I thought that was really unfair –especially because now Sarah looked sad.

“You don’t read them bedtime stories now though,” Ted laughed and explained to Sarah, “She is going to be your mom but around the house you can tell her to clean up, pick up, fuck up, come up, or do just about anything as long as she isn’t busy – and she has to be nice to you!”

“Can I dress her up like a Barbie?” Sarah asked excitedly.

“I might be able to arrange an hour or two of dress-up!” Ted promised with a shit-eating grin and Sarah seemed perfectly satisfied, “But for most of the time she has to be naked.”

“Why does she have to be naked?” Sarah asked with a whiny pout, “Why does everybody got to be naked?”

“When a soul in a state of mortal sin is stripped of the precious gift of grace and modesty and deprived of the precious dignity and freedoms granted by God,” Delilah explained to Sarah patiently, “then the sinner’s body declares it’s downfall for all to see –so it is with chains on her hands and feet, bared chest and head. She has to go with the humility befitting a sinner to a place where the punishment and repentance awaits – even in the home. Does that make sense?”

“I thought everybody just liked showing boobies and thought it was funny!” Sarah stammered.

“I think that is what most people like,” Delilah answered that it was her own personal beliefs and how her family believes. “I was raised with a very strict religious upbringing and my family comes from the mountains.”

“I thought you could just ask Jesus to forgive you and whatever you did was okay?” Sarah asked curiously.

“If it were that simple, then I would; but it is my firm belief that, that is an easy-out and a way to just keep repeating the same sins over and over. Do wrong and there is no penalty and no consequences. Your mom stole from us, she lied to us, and she deceived us. Do you think if all she had to do was just say she was sorry and ask for forgiveness that she wouldn’t be inclined to just do it again?”

Sarah shook her head no that she saw her point.

“I am not saying don’t ask for forgiveness, but if you take no action for redemption and make no sacrifice – how sorry could you be for your actions?” Delilah seemed to really believe genuinely that her behavior offered her some absolution for past sins and transgressions. She seemed to have enough bible verses and examples to not be just making this up as she went.

I wondered if I could use some of what she said for tomorrow or if I wanted to just stick with the rich-bitch from Cherry Lawn who was snotty and spent all our money on useless crap again. I doubted I could speak with the same measure of conviction that Delilah had.

“I have behaved in disgraceful ways, much like your mom, and while my will demands disciplinary measures,” Delilah explained to the girl, “my heart constrains to ask for indulgences often. It’s not all suffering and pain, and your mom may actually find joys in service this weekend! I know that’s hard to believe now, but it does happen. I had a fantastic day with Ellen, Cricket, and Savannah, and I only participated for a few hours.”

I could see Cricket beaming with pride that she was mentioned and considered “one of the girls” and that made ME smile in turn.

“Bill did you have any questions, Sir?” Delilah wanted to give him an opportunity to ask questions before continuing with Maw-Maw.

At first he said that he didn’t, but after being assured she wouldn’t bite his head off for asking Bill asked if she minded cleaning his shoes.

“No, I absolutely love it Sir!” Daisy’s sarcasm was subdued enough that Delilah allowed it to stand without correction.

“Are you going to have sex with other guys at the pool?” Bill’s question was shaky and nervous, but I could tell he definitely didn’t feel comfortable with that in how he asked. I wished he hadn’t asked in front of her kids, but they didn’t seemed shocked that sort of thing went down at the car wash.

“Yes Sir,” Daisy paused to answer carefully, “I will be making the money that way.”

“You will be using condoms?” Bill asked with a little less nervous awkwardness, but still the reserved shyness of someone who was uncomfortable speaking in groups.

“No Sir,” Daisy answered with a bewildered expression, “I believe everyone just goes bareback down there.”

“Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant again or catching something?” Ted looked genuinely uncomfortable.

“I am, but what choice do I have, Sir? I agreed to this for two days and this is how we make our money down there. Even if I just did BJ’s like the girls I would still have cum in my eye, hair, and down my mouth at some point in the day – it’s just like that down there.”

Ted offered that he did give Crystal condoms for guys he knew were really nasty, but that they tend to break or slip off anyway; and that he’d be willing to work something out if Bill was worried about that.

“Do you get off on having sex with other men besides me?” Bill ignored Ted and instead asked the question that had probably been weighing most heavily on his mind.

“Bill,” Daisy looked up at him and said, “I am not going to call you sir for this. I want you to look at me – look at me in the face. If I wanted to cheat on you I would and not tell you. I am not doing this because I want to and get off on the attention,” Daisy said. I remembered how she had smiled so often when people recognized her from her high school days but I didn’t challenge her story. “I am doing this because I made about eight hundred today and I’ll make about that the next two days – are you going to be okay with that?”

“Yes,” was all Bill said and he waited for her to go back to licking his sneakers.

“Why are you submitting to this? Other than the money,” Maw-Maw asked her next affirmation question while Daisy lapped her husband’s shoes, almost as if doing so helped take her mind off her last answer to him and his being okay with it.

“You know why Mistress,” Daisy explained, “If I don’t, then you will disown me and I made a bet with Ted. If I do this for two days he will forgive me for stealing.”

“And if we earn more than 25,000 dollars then she takes over the car wash going forward.” Ted clarified and Delilah popped Daisy on the ass for not giving a fully complete answer.

“You mean to tell me that you plan to continue this lewd lasciviousness well after this weekend?” Maw-Maw was asking rhetorically, “and you bet your sister that you couldn’t earn at least 25,000 dollars over the weekend – and if you do then you will hand over your business to her?”

“It sounds crazy,” Ted answered, but he agreed that was the deal that Junior and him had made with Daisy leaving out the part about Maw-Maw’s ability to end the bet completely right now and Daisy automatically winning. “I was thinking if I earned anything above 24,000 that I would donate the rest to you though!”

“You would still have earned more than 25,000 dollars, so if you split it with me or you split it with the Devil or Willy Jones it still means you lost your bet.” Maw-Maw seemed disappointed in Ted and asked him if he knew his proverbs. He clearly didn’t and Maw-Maw asked Delilah to tell him the six things god hates.

“Proverbs 6:17 tells us that it’s actually seven things the Lord detests.” She rattled them off, “Haughty eyes, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked schemes, feet that are quick to rush into evil, a false witness who pours out lies, and a person who stirs up conflict in the community.”

“I think you and your sister have done about six of those and I wouldn’t put it past you to have shed innocents’ blood!” Maw-Maw observed. She directed another question at Daisy, “Tell me the real reason that you are doing this affirmation. I know you are afraid I will disown you, but there is something you are not telling me. I can tell from watching your ass,” there were a few chuckles but she continued, “You have not told me the whole truth. Why is it so important you get my approval?”

Daisy started to lie again about how she always sought out the sage advice and Maw-Maw thanked Delilah to stop her with the switch. “Care to try again?” Maw-Maw gave her another chance to be honest, “I know your natural state is to be dishonest when given an opportunity – but this is not an opportunity.”

There was a quiet, as no one wanted to explain; and even Delilah did not strike Daisy for not answering because we knew that the bet couldn’t be revealed to Maw-Maw or it would be over.

“I think I see what is going on here,” Maw-Maw had figured it out. “You have made some kind of side deal. If I know Junior he is just like his father and none of his bets are straight forward. There are always double jeopardy conditions and wiggle room clauses that favor him. He has made one of the conditions of the bet; it is up to me to put a stop to it, hasn’t he?”

There was silence as we waited for her to come to her own conclusion. “If you tell me, then one of you loses or both of you lose!” she held up a fat finger and shook it with a relieved smile. “I can see why you both were so gracious to me and willing to let me sit like Solomon on his throne and decide who takes home the baby.”

The night was fairly quiet on Glory Hill and the smell of pork chops frying from someone’s kitchen was wafting across the yard. I could hardly smell the nearby garbage dump over those delicious pork chops and I think we were all ready to go inside and eat.

“Did either of you have any more to say in your defense or to persuade me?” Maw-Maw gave everyone a final chance to speak up. Daisy continued to lick the boots and hold herself open while Ted stood there watching. Maw-Maw asked Nelly Jr. if he had any questions for Daisy.

“You know I ain’t trying to be up in y’all’s business, but crackers be crazy!” the short little black kid had no questions.

“Then I think you both know what I am going to say and I doubt you will like it,” Maw-Maw told Daisy she could stand up and the affirmation was over. Daisy sprung to her feet with a very satisfied look on her face that she had completed the ordeal and just as Delilah had told her – she survived it.

Maw-Maw set Nelly Jr. down and rose to her feet to address all of us.

I swallowed hard, anxiously waiting because so much was riding on what Maw-Maw said or did next.