Chapter Eighty-Nine

There Is No Danger – It Just Hurts, That’s All

“In pain shall you bring forth children, woman, and you shall turn to your husband and he shall rule over you. And do you not know that you are Eve? God’s sentence hangs still over all your sex and His punishment weighs down upon you. You are the devil’s gateway; you are she who first violated the forbidden tree and broke the law of God. It was you who coaxed your way around him whom the devil had not the force to attack. With what ease you shattered that image of God: Man! Because of the death you merited, even the Son of God had to die… Woman, you are the gate to hell.”

--- De Cultu Feminarum, section I.I, part 2

–Tertullian, On the Apparel of Women

To say that was I shocked by Maw-Maw’s reaction to watching her daughter’s affirmation and listening to everyone’s question was something of an understatement.

I had partially expected the woman to explode or melt-down. She had tolerated so much around the trailer but never really engaged in anything. I thought she might feel above it all somehow and looked down her nose at it. This was, after all, her daughter and she had made so much about protecting the Gaylord name. She had a passion for words and yet she chose to say so few after the affirmation.

She began by telling us collectively to come inside,“Everyone get inside, let’s talk.” Maw-Maw apologized to Mr. Sanderson that he wasn’t invited, “This is a family meeting, you understand.”

Old Man Sanderson looked down at our neighbor’s nephew Nelly Jr. and looked back at Maw-Maw for clarification on the black kid being part of our family. Maw-Maw smiled and shrugged her massive shoulders without explanation and herded us inside. “Wipe your feet! I don’t care if you ain’t got clothes on, but you ain’t coming in here messing up the carpet!”

“Wipe your feet, wipe your cunts, wipe your asses, wipe your fucking dirty minds,” Ted chuckled as he followed us inside –smacking butts like a King as he did. He was doing that while using his brand new cell phone to call someone – always making side deals I would imagine.

Once inside Ted insisted we all had to be searched, “I don’t want you running off to some hidey hole in the trailer before I get a chance to check you out – that means you too Delilah.”

“Ted, can’t it wait until we talk about this?” Maw-Maw asked as she parked herself in her well-worn groove on the couch. “Once again, a seat wide enough for my fundament!” she sighed with relief and moved her crochet needles.

“I can’t take a chance with this much money on the table,” Ted dismissed his mother’s requests. He had often given in to her when she talked to him politely but passive aggressively, but this time he insisted on his way. Conner had already lined us all up in the living room and told us to put our hands on our heads.

“Damn, we need a bigger living room!” Ted laughed about the growing number of subjects he had to search and how small the single-wide trailer was. Then he asked if any of us had anything we wanted to “Get off our chests” and come clean on now. He promised us he wouldn’t punish anyone who admitted they stole and produced the money now. “Whatever you stole – if it’s a fucking pack of gum, just tell us before we find it. If you don’t then I am going to stake your ass outside after the beating of your life.”

“I wish I did steal something then, suh!” Delilah’s eyes twinkled as she joked about wishing she would be punished.

“I really don’t understand you?” Ted asked with a serious tone “Why would you WANT to be punished?”

“Well, it’s simple suh,” Delilah’s sassy southern accent had returned in full volume, “If I don’t get beaten regularly, then the Doctor and my Aunt may see it and I’ll be punished much, much more severely by them.”

“I thought your Aunt gets punished like you?” Ted asked with a confused expression.

“That she does, suh,” Delilah admitted, but explained, “Still, she is my keeper and permitted to beat me – as she often finds ways that only other women know on how to truly torment another woman. They will punish me as just compensation for preferential treatment and failure to voluntarily submit myself to discipline when offered the divine gift from my betters.”

“From what you said,”Savannah joked standing straight at attention, “the old bitch gets off on that kind of shit too!”

There was a little laughter and Delilah confirmed, “I think she does, at that.” I noticed for once she didn’t call someone Ma’am or Sir – and I think in some ways Delilah choosing not to address us that way was a sign she accepted us as an equal of sorts. I wasn’t sure if anyone else had noticed or thought that.

“That’s the part I am still getting my head around,” Ted tried to understand her as well. I had wondered when he would finally question why Delilah was such a willing and unquestioning participant in his twisted con game. “YOU seem to get off on being treated this way too – I mean, what you did with our dogs. I’ve seen that kind of thing on the internet, but never in real life; and I used to work at the Landing Strip on Sunday’s as an alternate bouncer!!”

“You did not work at the Landing Strip!!” Daisy couldn’t help herself. She covered her mouth quickly after blurting that out – having forgotten her place now. She knew Ted would punish her and she apologized profusely when she realized she may have pissed him off. “I am sorry Ted, I am sorry – it’s just you didn’t actually work there. You just hung around for beer and I forgot I was under discipline – please, please, punish me – but not in front of my kids and Bill- please? Please Sir?”

Daisy’s kids were zooming around the living room and down the hall into Savannah’s old room and barely paying attention to us. They had seen their mom naked and I think on some level they weren’t all that surprised. They may have been shocked and outraged if it had happened on the first night, but despite being confused their mom would be a willing participant, they had surprisingly accepted it rather quickly. I think the fact they knew she had eight hundred dollars or more coming to her also made that possible.

Daisy’s gaunt-faced husband Bill was seated on the couch observing all this play out with his hands holding his bony chin up. He sat quietly as he always did. He didn’t look happy or approving – despite the fact that Daisy had so often maligned and put him down for being lazy, wishy-washy and irresponsible.

“It’s okay,” Ted laughed magnanimously forgiving his sister. “I will let it slide. You called my bullshit on that – I didn’t actually work at the Landing Strip.”

“Oh good, I thought you were going to spank me, Sir!” Daisy smiled at him and relaxed slightly when he did.

“I AM going to spank you,” Ted smiled devilishly, “Just after this little girl tell’s me her story and Conner inspects your fat ass!” he nodded to Conner to start on Daisy first.

“Ted, wait! SIR!” Daisy took a crouched karate stance but curiously kept her hands on her head as if trying to scare Conner away with the prospect of being kicked. “Can’t we just hear what Maw-Maw says before all this? She may um, you know..question the bet?” hinting that the bet could be over if she did.

“Let me think about that,” Ted said and pondered by putting his finger under his chin. He consulted one of Maw-Maw’s books that was laying around. He picked it up and flung it open to a random page. Ted pretended to speed read several lines, as if searching for an answer, and then put his fist under his chin like the statue of “The Thinker”.

“Yep, I thought about it,” Ted’s sarcastic grin was enough to tell me what his answer was. “Conner go ahead and search them, start with big-mouth first and then work your way down.”

“Can I search the girls?” Gene had one of his sister’s My Little Pony dolls and was zooming it around like an airplane while his little brother tried to set it on fire.

“No,” Ted answered without looking at him and engaging Delilah to tell her story.

“Give me back Apple Jack!!” Sarah demanded with a whiny voice. “I’ll tell mom!”

“Tell her, she is right there!” Gene replied without concern for the empty thread.

“I’ll tell her when she is back to not being naked!!” Sarah insisted with a pout as she chased down her brother.

“See, Sir?” Daisy was back in line but pleading with Ted as my brother crouched down to search her. “My kids need me! You are undermining me to them!”

“I’ll see your naked ass shutting up or I’ll put you outside tonight with the trash like Angel,” Ted had no sympathy for her and then instructed Lloyd, “I almost forgot, after Conner finishes searching, you take the trash out.”

“Yes sir!” Lloyd answered enthusiastically.

My brother had two fingers inside Daisy’s pussy and was holding her clit open with a very clinical look on his face as she continued to protest. She stood with her legs apart and her hands on her head – her big boobs bobbing up and down slowly as my brother worked his fingers inside her.

“You wouldn’t have done anything to keep your kids under control if you had the authority to do it anyway,” Ted warned that if she didn’t shut up then HE would come over there and use his fat, cold fingers to search, and she definitely didn’t want that.

Daisy looked at Maw-Maw pleadingly and Maw-Maw shrugged, “You agreed to this, so you’ll take your medicine like the rest of them. We’ll talk when Ted is ready and then we’ll see; but for now, I am afraid you are already being searched.”

“Well, you don’t have to play with it,” Daisy complained that my brother had been rubbing her clit with his fingers while fingering her pussy. I didn’t think he was – he hadn’t been doing that when he searched anyone else in past line ups. This wasn’t my first line up and it wouldn’t be my last. I always felt nervous, even though I didn’t steal anything – just waiting for my turn made me apprehensive of being the focus of the room. I almost wished I had volunteered to go first to get it over with, but I was too afraid to speak up and earn Ted’s attention.

“You’ll call me Sir, and you will learn to do what you are fucking told without complaining, back-biting, and questioning every little thing. You have ALL night to learn because tomorrow is show time, bitch! Now, turn around and put your hands on your dumper and hold those big cheeks of yours wide open, Daisy!!”

“Yes Sir,” Daisy turned around slowly revealing her plus sized, plump bare ass. “But Sir, Junior already searched me much more thoroughly! Sir, and Sir, can I not face away from my kids so that they don’t have to see this end of me too? Sir,” she was clearly laying on the Sirs in order to irritate him. She was also playing the guilt card to try to get my brother to feel like a heel.

“Bend your knees,” Conner ignored all of her questions and didn’t take the bait. “Everyone here already saw your entire Fundament exposed,” Conner used Maw-Maw’s word for ass as a sign of respect towards her adding, “outside during your affirmation. I think they know what it looks like by now. Is there anything up there I should know about? You missed your opportunity to use the bathroom, earlier.” Conner asked if she had to go to the bathroom.

“God, I hope so,” Daisy smirked that she may just fart on Conner if she could lock one in the chamber. Her sons and daughter laughed heartily at anything fart related and this was no exception. They turned to watch my brother’s reactions and their mom’s bare ass.

“Don’t worry Conner,” Ted chuckled, “Just make her clean your fingers when she is done and afterwards she can help Lloyd take out the trash and use the toilet outside. I’ll bet old Mr. Sanderson is still watching through the windows and wants to see,” Ted turned around on the couch and looked out the window – waving to Mr. Sanderson who was predictably leering from the yard.

“Butt, ba-butt, butt, butt,” Damian sang as if it was a rap song and then made a farting noise while running past his naked mom’s big ass.

“It’s thong, tha-thong, thong, thong!” Gene corrected him sarcastically.

“I don’t see no thong, tha-thong, thong, thong!” Damian giggled and insisted, “So it’s butt, ba-butt, butt, butt!” pounding on his own denim covered ass like they were bongos.

Conner guided a reluctant but willing Daisy into position and inserted a single finger into her ass and wiggled it around and as promised he checked her mouth and made her clean the finger with her tongue. “I hope you got a thrill out of that Sir, I certainly didn’t,” she told him.

Bill watched his wife’s protests and humiliation without comment or expression. To me he appeared to be quietly seething with an internal rage – one that he obviously wasn’t going to act upon or speak about. He looked like it might just be building inside him and with everything going on – I don’t think anyone else noticed him or cared what he thought.

Ted had returned to his original conversation with Delilah while the rest of us were to be searched one at a time in the living room by my brother. We all stood at attention waiting our turn and listening to our tummies growl. “So, I was never much of a church man myself,” Ted asked, “and the local preacher was a bit of a scumbag.”

“Pastor Gary!” Savannah gleefully shouted the name of a local preacher we met at the porn store like his name alone was a joke. He had fallen from grace and I never heard the whole story. “He was one sick sonavabitch!”

“Yes, I am familiar with Pastor Gary, Suh” Delilah nodded in understanding of where Ted’s question was going. She reeled back in her sweetsy-pie southern accent to ask “Did you not tell my Aunt you were a Christian man, though, Sir?”

“I did, I did,” Ted scratched his chin in recognition that he had just been caught in another lie. He looked over at Maw-Maw apologetically and then back at her, “And I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to call Doctor Hooker to come pick you up. I don’t have a truck anymore or I would run you home. You see, I told your Aunt that but I really haven’t been in a church in years and even then I was kind of a hellion and a trouble maker all my life. I guess I just didn’t think y’all was all that serious. I wasn’t going to say I was some kind of atheist or anything like that if asked.”

“Why would you think I want to go home, Suh?” Delilah asked innocently. My brother had made Daisy lick his fingers clean. He even made her show him the bottom of her feet.

“You want to massage my bunions, Sir?” Conner ignored Daisy’s sarcasm and rubbed his hands along the bottom of her feet checking for anything she might have hidden.

“I am just being thorough,” he looked in her ears, had her hold out her arms and reached in every fold, including her arm pits, before declaring her clean. She was told she had to stand there until the rest of us were finished.

When it looked like she was going to complain about that as well, Ted proactively warned her that she wouldn’t like where he stuck her if she got tired of waiting patiently where she was.

Daisy quickly changed her mind about making a complaint or risking even a joke about Conner and obediently stood at attention with her hands above her head while my brother moved on to the next girl in line.

Conner moved to Delilah next because she was standing next to Daisy. She didn’t even look down or acknowledge him as she stood at attention and spoke to Ted. Conner fingered her bare pussy and wriggled his fingers inside her. She didn’t protest or even register on her face a humiliating discomfort at being finger fucked in the living room.

“Well, I am not a Christian and you were saying outside all this stuff about righteous and divine punishments and I guess, maybe that’s not what we are about,” Ted came clean with her.

“My brothers aren’t very religious or devout, even though they study the bible daily, Suh. They are just some clodhoppers who take pleasure in my suffering and like to see my titties and ass bouncing around the house - The idiotic tools of divine justice, Suh.”

“You aren’t afraid they will exceed their bounds and punish you too hard?” Maw-Maw looked up from the crochet needle-point that she had begun doing only minutes earlier.

“My brothers are incapable of dealing a punishment unproportionate to the weight of my sin. They are restrained by the grace of Doctor Hooker and his guidance; but in times when he is not there directly, they are much more rough and unconcerned about my girlish sensibilities and feelings of vanities because they are taught to disregard my pleadings and manipulations and not offer pity.”

“So aren’t you worried you would be in danger with just them?” Maw-Maw asked.

“There is no danger, Ma’am,” Delilah answered pragmatically, “It just hurts is all.”

I thought that was a very interesting way for her to put it - she seemed very brave and perhaps that was why she didn’t seem to fear what Ted could do to her, and even asked for more ill treatment than he had in mind.

“Yeah, well...,” Ted stopped for a moment and considered the words aloud “idiotic tools of divine justice” as if wondering if that is what she considered him without saying so. “I lied and I know how you feel about liars, so I just wanted to give you my permission to leave if you wanted to.”

“I appreciate the honest apology, and the admission of dishonesty Suh,” Delilah steadfastly at attention with her hands flat on her head. “You don’t owe me any apologies, for as a woman, we are the greatest of liars and deceit is the nature of our trade,” she answered, and when Conner had finished with her pussy she turned around to face away from Ted. Delilah compliantly bent at the knee and reached behind her to hold her tight little ass cheeks apart as wide as she could, the same way Daisy had been instructed to do.

“You merely used a small dishonesty on my aunt, and I am sure she too would appreciate your apology,” Delilah continued as she held herself open, “We dealt in deceit wholesale, wicked perverted creatures who should be dealt with as harshly as we have judged others in the past. Is my asshole wide enough for you, Conner Sir?” she asked my brother, as if prompting him to stop looking at her tight little pink ring and go ahead and search it.

“Yes, uh...,” Conner answered nervously and wiped the sweat from his brow, offering as excuse, “I was just letting you finish before I continued.”

“I’ll rattle on all night if you let me, Suh,” Delilah’s pleasing southern charm came across as she invited him to, “...dive right in and have a check - you won’t find anything besides maybe a little left over dog cum and I’ll be right pleased to eat that here and now if you find it.”

I looked down and saw my brother’s jeans were bulging at the girl’s gracious and very generous offer to lick anything that came out of her own ass. I smiled, but I don’t think he noticed at all. Conner bent down close to her ass and touched the rim of the big dildo still up her ass tenderly before starting his search, as if trying to unlock all the secrets and mysteries of women by staring into her most private of places.

“The Doctor gave me to you for the weekend,” Delilah continued talking to Ted as if she were doing something as mundane as changing her coat while my brother examined her ass closely. She didn’t moan, stiffen, or even let on that anything unpleasant was happening to her, continuing, “so unless you are unhappy with me, I will remain where I am. If I have displeased you in any way, then I am sure Doctor Hooker will punish me severely as compensation for my errors, Suh.”

She seemed to be waiting for a response from Ted or Conner, and to break the silence she asked my brother politely, “Would you like me to take that lil’ ol’ dildo out of my ass for you, Suh?”

“Little?” Conner started pulling the dildo out an inch at a time. The permanently erect phallus was anatomically correct in every way – it even had half a set of rubberized balls to slap against a woman’s pussy when she was pounding herself with some self-love. I could sense that Conner was savoring watching it emerge little by little out of Delilah’s cute little ass.

“I am sure you are much bigger, Suh” Delilah answered playfully and let Conner have his fun at her expense. “If not, I think we can still make that work to our mutual benefit, Sir! If you’d be so inclined,” she leaned backwards to push her ass a little closer to his face and leaned forward slowly to help him slide the cock out of her ass. There was a small, embarrassing ploop sound as my brother withdrew the dildo from her. “I am sorry if my perverse training and bare-naked asshole is offensive to your eyes, or the rudeness of the sounds and smells of my girly shit-box, Suh,” Delilah apologized rather sweetly, albeit crudely to my brother for what he had to see. I felt she was most likely quite aware that he was enraptured with his task and was just laying it on extra thick. I pictured him rolling a camera in his mind so he could watch it again and again in extra slow motion.

“It’s fine,” Conner brushed it off as if she had reason to apologize for making a rude sound at the end but that he was willing to overlook the matter.

“If I could be so bold as to make one indecent request,” Delilah chose her words carefully, “I would ask that you allow me the use of my hands to wash it so that I can continue to answer the questions being put to me, by Master Ted. You have every reason to suspect me of theft, and I will leave you to the terrible but thorough chore of verifying in this case due to the scrutiny I was under – I did not steal, Suh?”

Conner cleared his throat nervously and handed her the dildo. She deep throated and began cleaning it with just the tip of her tongue while waiting for Ted’s next question.

“So why didn’t you steal? Don’t you WANT to be punished though? And wouldn’t you want to be sent home for being disruptive so they can punish you more extremely?” Ted asked while my brother squatted down to finish inspecting her ass.

Gene and Damian took a picture with their phones as they dashed through the living room into Crystal’s room with a crash. They probably captured perfectly the girl who was looking up at the ceiling with a dildo down her throat and my brother pulling her cheeks apart while using his other hand to finger her ass and the rest of us standing naked next to her.

I could see my Aunt wince that her once well-decorated room and sanctuary was probably being ransacked while Delilah sucked the plug like it was an all-day sucker or lollipop.

“It’s more complicated than that, Suh,” Delilah answered that she had to behave contrite and be willing to be punished, but that if she was excessive or overzealous about her mortification that too was a sin. “You would be ungrateful if you did not submit completely to those who want to save your soul through divine justice, but the Doctor is always observant to whether or not we have misbehaved with intent simply to receive that justice in greater abundance!”

“That is sort of a fucked if you do, and a fucked if you don’t?” Savannah’s churlish lips pursed into a growing sense of respect for Delilah. “It seems like they want you to be enthusiastic about your punishment but just not cream yourself over it.”

“I couldn’t have said it better muh’self, Savvy,” Delilah seemed to respect my cousin just as much. She had thoroughly cleaned the dildo efficiently but continued to lick it as long as my brother wanted to poke and finger her backside with his finger.

“I still don’t fucking get it,” Ted looked out the window and back in at us.

“It could very well be a test of my obedience and modesty, that my Uncle wanted to see if I would be sent home for failing to meet y’all’s expectations, Suh.” Delilah recalled a time when her Aunt and her were tasked with sorting things all day. “We were chained to a table leg in the kitchen while we sorted and cleaned some things of my Aunt’s for sale and donation to charity that she was no longer permitted to have. We were informed that while chained, if we pissed or left even a drop of girly cum on the freshly mopped floor then we would be severely punished. We asked how we would be expected to hold it for the eight hours they expected to be gone and were told we could lap it up like dogs if we didn’t want to be punished.

When the men returned from a day at the County Fair, there wasn’t a drop of lemonade anywhere on their nice kitchen floor and they caught me letting my Auntie serve me another glass right in my purty little mouth!” Delilah’s telling became more countrified as she continued telling the tale of her discipline. “Doctor Hooker said we could have accepted the punishment as truly modest, respectable women would but, like whores so afraid of punishment, we chose to degrade and humiliate ourselves like animals.”

“So then what happened?” Ted waited as Conner retrieved the dildo from her mouth and shoved the dildo, now wet with her own saliva, back into the girl’s ass. It slid in like butter.

“Thank you Suh, you are a Gentleman,” Delilah showed gratitude to Conner for the search and how he handled returning her plug. She turned around to offer him her feet for examination before explaining rather matter of factly, “From then on, my Aunt and I were treated as the beasts we were; and my brothers and Doctor Hooker never had to walk into a bathroom again. They piss in our mouths, up my butt, anywhere they please and I thank them for the reminder of what I am, Sir.”

“So you are a living urinal?” Gene laughed hard at the mental image and the thought of the young girl’s hardships if it was true.

“Yes Sir, in a manner of speaking. Tertullian wrote that Woman is a temple built over a sewer.” Delilah answered calmly without any shyness while my brother rubbed his hands up and down her smooth skin and all around her feet.

“The gateway to the Devil!” Maw-Maw recognized the line and quoted it.

“Who the fuck is Two-turd-tullian?” Ted asked irreverently. “One of the Disciples or Moses’s big motherfucking step-brother from another mother?”

“No Sir,” Delilah laughed slightly while trying to remain respectful. It was obvious she didn’t expect him to know the obscure reference and was majorly impressed Maw-Maw did. “He was a man of God, a determined advocate of strict discipline and an austere code of practice that laid out a plan of conduct for not only proper women but fallen ones like me and my Aunt, Sir.”

“Do you know the full quote, little girl?” Maw-Maw’s big blue eyes twinkled with joy. I think she was happy to have any intellectual exchange on any topic, as that was quite rare here. I knew she had treated me a little better than everyone else because she recognized I at least understand some of the big words she liked to pepper her everyday speech with.

“The gateway to the devil. Woman, you are the devil's doorway. You led astray one whom the devil would not dare attack directly. It was your fault that the Son of God had to die; you should always go in mourning and rags," Delilah impressively recited the full quote while my brother let her lick his fingers clean before declaring her finished and continuing down the line to search my cousin Savannah.

Delilah could see we were all impressed with her recitation – well most of us. “Shucks,” she grinned, “It took me three months of ass beatings and torments to memorize that passage – so don’t give me TOO much credit. I am still a stubborn dunce cap-wearing, brazen trollop who is no better than anyone else here and no right to think otherwise! Bible study and religious texts is one of the few studies permitted for one such as me, Mistress.”

“Hahaha, you are a toilet!! You are a toilet!” Damian had been teasing her while she admonished herself and pantomiming sitting on her face and unloading like she was a toilet. Delilah didn’t get outraged or angry, or even acknowledge his goofing on her. She stood stoically as if she was proud of herself and finished her recitation of the quote she had beaten into her.

Sarah recited gleefully in a sing-song fashion, “Lemonade, Lemonade,” while pointing to her own crotch and then turning around and pointing to her bottom, “Around the corner, fudge is made!!”

“You forgot Milk, Milk!” Gene touched one finger on each of his mother’s fattened, leaking nipples and then said, “Gross! It really IS milk!!”

I could see Daisy’s normally frowny face turn even more stormy, but she let Gene get away with it and chose to say nothing. I could see her eyes glance up to Bill as if expecting he might do something, but Bill continued to sulk quietly.

Ted seemed skeptical and yet intrigued. He asked Conner if he would search his wife next instead of Savannah, “I want her to start cleaning up and getting ready for Dinner.”

“Hey, I can cook too! Sir!” Savannah feigned some mild offense to that but was mostly kidding. She had simply been next in line to receive her inspection and was trying to deal with it in her usual sassy and funny way.

“If I wanted Cheerios mixed into a can of cold Chef Boyardee, I’d let you cook around here!” Ted chuckled and said that we were going to have a treat after the money was counted up; and then Maw-Maw and everyone would talk. This seemed to please his mother – I’d imagine especially the part about food.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I used you as a toilet?” Ted asked point blank turning his question back to Delilah.

“I would be happy to oblige, Suh,” Delilah smiled amiably adding with a trace of humor, “But, I would prefer straight bread and water for dinner – unless it’s scraps. Even for perverse creatures such as I – rest and food are required – although we may take no pleasure in either. Your help to avoid temptation would be much appreciated.”

“You are going to watch me eat a big old dinner, though!” Ted laughed.

“As well you should, Suh,” Delilah begrudged him no earthly pleasure, “You haven’t tainted your soul with misconduct as I have and to torment me with what I am missing is one form of correction that does push my buttons and sometimes remind me I am a creature that still jealously craves material comforts, Suh.”

“Bullshit,” Daisy whispered evilly to herself and shook her head “You have no idea how much that fool has tainted his soul and you are full of shit you little twat.”

“Huh? What is that?” Ted put his hand to his ear “Did you have something you wanted to share with the rest of us, Daisy?”

“Just that you are the best trainer and smartest boss of all time, Master Teddy, Suh!” Daisy’s fake smile and false enthusiasm was as much a product of her jealousy of Ted’s interest in Delilah as her stress at having to serve in front of her own family. I think it was also one of her last options for being able to express her anger.

“You are so pretty when you are angry,” Ted laughed and slouched in the couch. “Why don’t you stand up straight and show everyone how you marched home. High step in place while we wait. You don’t mind do you, Daisy?”

“Of course I mind, Sir,” Daisy started to high step as instructed, continuing with her wintry smile and fake ardor, “But anything for Master Ted.” Her big meaty knees raising and falling in an exaggerated march. Sarah stood next to her mother and marched for a few minutes while Gene and Damian laughed at the spectacle.

“This is bad for my knees, Sir!” Daisy stated as if it were fact.

“No,” Ted reminder her that, “Being fat is bad for your knees. This is good for discipline and you need it to be ready to play along tomorrow. You are way too fucking high strung and pissy to be entertaining.”

“Yes Sir.” Daisy begrudgingly accepted Ted had won that round and marched in place – letting her tits bounce and swing as she pulled her knees up high.

“That’s my girl!” Ted laughed while attention turned to Crystal and her inspection. He hadn’t forgotten his question for Delilah. “So you prefer bread and water?” Ted asked more to change the subject away from his sister than any sort of real interest.

“Not really, Sir,” Delilah’s description of her Aunt’s country fixins with buttermilk biscuits and gravy, roast beef, collard greens, and fried green tomatoes made us all hungry.

“Now, we are expected to watch as they eat her cooking, and live off the scraps and bread and water as befits our station in life. If I were to be caught filling my belly and taking pleasure in my diet then I would be justly punished as compensation and I am positive you don’t want to hear what I’d eat then. It is best if I accept bread and water and be humbly grateful - The Saints existed on less.”

“Are you trying to be a Saint?” Ted asked.

“I don’t think such a thing is possible, Suh,” Delilah admitted frankly before adding simply she must avoid, “...habits of luxury and indolence. Austerity shall mark my days, with frugal meals – the deplorable result of my shameful behavior that temptation and indolence not lead to even more evil thoughts. The emulation of Saints is simply a tool of discipline that I must abide, Suh.” Delilah’s accent was sexy, but there was something so submissive and sure of her beliefs now in her tone that she came across as simply explaining the accepted way things had to be for her.

My cousin stuck her tongue out at Conner playfully when she got skipped so he could search Aunt Crystal first. He playfully gave her a gentle tap right across her bare clit and took no offense to her behavior.

We weren’t nearly as strict or formal as Delilah’s family – in fact, this was supposed to be a charade of sorts, even if it didn’t seem to be that way for all of us.

“What exactly did you do to deserve all this?” Ted snickered at his step-daughter and Conner’s antics while asking Delilah another important question – one I had been wondering at length. I knew about her flirtations with that boy and how she had treated her boy and scoffed at her Aunt’s rules, but it didn’t seem proportionate to the extreme punishment she received afterwards.

“If you truly wish me to provide you with a full Jeremiad of my blasphemies, sins and shortcomings eliciting and provoking men through scandalous behavior of a harlot and the weakness of my sex, Sir then perhaps during Dinner I could be required to deplore my errors, misdeeds and foul mischief in front of the entire family while they ate? The list is rather long and there is simply the nature of sinful women in general, Suh,” Delilah responded diplomatically without really answering his question.

“Ooh, Jeremiad, I like that,” Maw-Maw scribbled the word down on a pad of paper she had in the folds of her lap and took notes to herself.

“I thought you would Mistress,” Delilah offered respectfully and seeing that Ted was still confused about the nature of female sin she explained. “In the story of Genesis, God asks how Adam knew he was naked. When Adam says he was naked and ashamed, God’s reply is to ask him another question – How did you even know that?”

Even Gene, Damian, and Sarah were listening intently to her story. I think all of us may have wondered how much was true and how much was lies, but she seemed so convincing that I think most of us were just caught up in her tale of woe and misery.

Conner continued searching my Aunt by lifting up her tits and searching under them, while checking her pussy with his other hand. “Oooh, Conner – you trimmed your fingernails, Sir!” she cooed pleasantly.

“Why do you look under her tits? You just like playing with Aunt Crystal’s boobies?” Sarah asked curiously. She had stopped marching with her mother after losing interest quickly.

“No, sluts are clever in where they hide money,” Conner mashed my Aunt’s tits with his hands and squeezed hard to bring home his point. My Aunt wasn’t squeamish and that little bit of roughness didn’t frighten her. She actually seemed impressed that her nephew had the balls to squeeze them.

“Some may even be hiding smaller things, like a Vicodin or a ring they stole off someone?” Ted added, suspicious of his wife but more just to sound like an expert weighing in on the question. “That’s why I have him check the bottom of her feet, armpits – everywhere.”

“Trust me, Sir,” Crystal commented with a smirk and a giggle, “if I had lifted a Vicodin off anyone I would have taken it a long time ago to deal with this shit.” Ted nodded in understanding with a bemused expression before instructing Delilah to continue her with her answer.

“It was Eve who fell for the temptation to eat from the fruit of the tree of knowledge and then unsatisfied with what she had done, she deceived Adam. She convinced man to take a bite as well. If not for her, Man would have remained in the garden of Eden in a state of bliss without shame. Woman was not conceived in the image of God – she was designed to obey and please but she could not do that properly without discipline and supervision from her betters.”

“That does sound bad when you say it like that, but didn’t Moses wipe out everything with a flood anyway?” Ted laughed, as if he could really not care less about the topic but was happy to indulge her while the rest of us were searched.

“You might mean Noah Sir,” Delilah corrected Ted very gingerly and with respect, “but that flood would not have come, wiping out every single person on earth, if they had not all succumbed to amoral, lewd, and lasciviousness as the daughter’s of Lillith and Eve populated the world filling it with temptation and petty jealousy.”

“Lillith?” Ted knotted his brow in confusion.

“Lillith was Adam’s first wife and the mother of all Succubi and harlots. Imperfect and proud she refused to lay with Adam and bear him sons. She considered herself his equal and yet she was not. So great was her pride that she was cast out of the Garden of Eden and surely she would have eaten of the tree of knowledge and cut it down so that no others could benefit after her!” I admit that I had never heard Delilah’s tale from the bible but she said it with such assuredness that it was obvious she wasn’t making it up.

“So because of these two long dead women from Egypt, or whatever the fuck they come from, you have to be punished?” Ted tried to make sense of her logic while at the same time arrogantly coming across completely ignorant of religion.

“There are many examples of pious and fallen women I am taught about and whose example I must learn from Sir,” Delilah answered without disagreeing with Ted.

“Tell me about one, but first...” Ted tapped my brother on the shoulder. He had my Aunt bent at the knees and was fingering her ass while Crystal arched her back and bucked slowly, writhing on his finger. My Aunt had a very sexy back – the kind that was so well toned and yet perfectly feminine in every respect and she knew how to use that to her advantage to seduce.

I could smell her wet pussy and she looked like she might be enjoying this treatment at my brother’s hands. “Find anything but peanut butter, yet?” Ted chuckled that my brother had lost himself in his work.

“I am just trying to search as thoroughly as Junior searched Daisy,” Conner answered defensively, “but Crystal is surprisingly tight back there.”

“Wow, THANK YOU, Sir,” Crystal smugly held her butt plug in her mouth and thanked my brother for the kind words and shook her butt slightly, allowing her ass cheeks to slap together. She was going to be humiliated in front of the family no matter what, so she chose to embrace it and get what she could out of the experience. She had dropped her fake submissive behavior now that Daisy was ensnared in the game, but Crystal hadn’t stopped follow the rules of the house.

“You can say asshole here, Conner,” Ted laughed “Go on and say it, tell me my Wife has a tight asshole and you enjoyed finger fucking it while searching for things she may have stolen.”

“I am also making sure she went to the bathroom completely,” Conner swallowed slightly – not enjoying being put on the spot all of a sudden.

“In this house, we have a new rule,” Ted announced “I no longer want to hear poo-poo, pee-pee, vagina, penis, or anything that sounds like it would be politically correct on Oprah Winfrey’s TV show!” He declared with disgust, “You will say asshole, cunt, cock, shit, piss just like our guest,” Ted answered. “I like what this little bitch is telling me. I think I could learn a thing or two from Doctor Hooker!”

“Cunt, Shit, Piss! Cunt, Shit, Piss! Asshole!” Gene delighted at the new rule started to get his brother and sister to call out dirty words. It wasn’t like he was ever punished or even told he couldn’t say them in the past, but now he had a mandate to say them.

“Anyone who has a problem calling things what they really are can get their clothes off now and line up with the other bitches,” Ted ignored the excited kids and asked my brother the question a second time, “So now, what were you saying about my wife’s asshole?”