Chapter Ninety-One

I'm not a child – I get the full adult menu at CiCi’s Pizza

“By my life, this is my lady's hand, these be her

very C's, her U's, and her T's, and thus makes she her

great P's. It is, in contempt of question, her hand.”

-Shakespeare, The Twelfth Night

There was panic on my face and all I could do was writhe and ride the wave of orgasm after orgasm as I began to rock back and forth on my side. I was masturbating myself now, while everyone looked on at me like I had just farted.

“Ellen dear,” Maw-Maw interrupted as if she were a droll socialite. “Do you mind ceasing your lustrations so that we can discuss the money on the floor?”

“It’s not mine, Ma’am,” I gasped, sincerely unable to control the juice pumping from between my legs and the warm-feeling of overall euphoria that washed over me. I was in a mental space that I had only barely touched before and a big part of me wanted to remain there despite the abject humiliation of doing it in front of everyone else.

I knew I had to stop and sobered myself as best I could to sit upright, “I swear – I wouldn’t – I never would steal!”

“She is just like me!” Daisy’s Haw-Haw tone sounded her own vindication that she wasn’t the only thief amongst us.

“I swear – I didn’t realize it was in there! Why would I line up if I knew it would be found, Ma’am?” I ignored Daisy and spoke directly to Maw-Maw from the floor beneath my brother’s disapproving feet.

“Why indeed?” Maw-Maw’s predilection for word-play often confused me but there was no mistaking her meaning when she declared, “Your flabuginous reasons for such thievery and poor planning or execution are not my concern. You may have received a cumshaw you thought to keep for yourself – but it seems unlikely the money crept into your vagina and fell asleep by itself isn’t it?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I pouted while the orgasm that had so quickly overtaken me fled my body, leaving me ashamed and shivering in my own sweat.

“Your theft is not only from co-workers but many of whom are your family who suffered and worked hard for that money.” Maw-Maw looked down her massive nose at me.

Only Daisy was smiling right now – she was still on all fours like a pink piggy eating at her trough.

“I know – I know, I really am sorry! I would never,” I was starting to have tears in my eyes.

“But you have,” Maw-Maw cut me off adding, “Dear girl, do you agree that my son must, for the sake of the others here and the satisfaction of anyone watching on the cameras, condign your punishment according to the merits of your infraction?”

I must say that Maw-Maw could wield her fancy words like daggers sometimes – ones that cut me to the quick and made me feel twelve inches tall.

I looked up to see grim faces all around looking down at me - and a new kind of shame spread over me. I had experienced every kind of shame I thought that existed for the dirty and disgusting things I had done and been exposed to. This new feeling of shame was a flavor that was far worse than any I had experienced before, because it was the thought of people I cared about thinking I was really a thief.

I had lied and said I was a snob, a rich-bitch who wasted money on pedicures when bills needed to be paid. I had toyed and teased with others all day long for money to play the role of a snotty person that I really didn’t think I was.

There had been a part of what I thought of as the real me even in the role I played and yet there had been a part of me that I thought might actually be a rich-bitch priss on many levels because I had felt better than these people – above them.

“Yes, yes –” I was desperate for forgiveness now and to end the feeling of guilt of really stealing. “I agree – of course he can punish me. I’ll spend the night outside again if he says so, Ma’am.”

“You would do that anyway,” Ted rubbed the whiskers on his chin and considered my punishment carefully.

“She should lose HALF her money!!” Daisy blurted out.

Her outburst actually helped me because Ted snarled at her, “Shut up, bitch – If I wanted shit from you, I’d tell you to squat and shit on the kitchen floor!”

The only ones who laughed were Damion and Gene. They began whispering “poop” back and forth to each other with big grins on their faces.

“I should take your money – take all of it,” Ted’s face became greedy and I was prepared to accept that the entire day’s effort was lost. I was not guilty in my mind, even though I had been caught with the money in my pussy plainly for everyone to see.

I didn’t want to believe I was capable of anything like that. I had lied, cheated, and tricked people all day – but I had played by the rules of our little game and had never had any intention to get away with something like that. I couldn’t believe everyone staring at me could assume I was guilty.

The evidence was undeniable, even if I hadn’t wanted to believe it.

I began to go through my mind on how it could have came to be inside of me. The men who fingered me – one by one. Senior had given me money and insisted I put it inside me, but I had given it over to my brother. There was a time when I passed out and Daisy woke me up – could she have been the one to put it inside me?

“I fear you’ve become a druxy slut who willingly quomodocunquizing (any way possible to make money) – it seems doubtful that if you’ve sunk low enough to do those things you wouldn’t steal,” Maw-Maw sat in judgment of me and her words struck me to the bone – the ones I understood and even the ones I didn’t.

“What she said!” Ted agreed with his mom with a smirk! “Conner, get the baseball bat – let’s put her outside tonight and tomorrow we’ll punish her all day – tell everyone what she did.”

“On the other side of the spectrum...,” My brother was about to retrieve a baseball bat to use on me when Maw-Maw stopped him. “Do you know what an ilunga is?”

“I don’t ma’am?” I dried my eyes and resigned myself to the fate that was in store for me. I had spent the night outside before and it was grueling, but as long as my parents didn’t come home it seemed fair – all things considered.

“An ilunga is a person who can forgive two offenses – but never a third.” She smiled and added, “I am not one of those. I can only forgive one.”

Daisy chuckled, “You are going to get it now, Miss Priss! You think I am the only one who gets punished around here?”

“She most certainly isn’t,” Maw-Maw turned to her daughter and added that she knew she had planted the money on me. “I was willing to consider your case for making this bet with your brother. You had let your inherent greed get the best of you. I was inclined to have you learn a lesson tonight and put a stop to this just before you set foot out the door.”

Daisy’s eyes grew wide.

“I can forgive one offense – but I think that you planted that money on Ellen, and that you intended to set her up to fail!”

“How do you know that?” Daisy’s shock all but incriminated her, “I mean – how do you think that is possible? Who could carry around money in her pussy and not know – You know? Ma’am?”

“Daisy?” Maw-Maw looked down her nose at her daughter’s naked form, “Was I born yesterday?”

“No, Ma’am,” Daisy answered her mom humbly and genuinely.

“Have I lived with Gaylords, Jacobis, and Waxermans for my entire life?” Maw-Maw asked another rhetorical question; and when her daughter affirmed it she continued, “Then you should know that I can smell bullshit when it’s laid on my doorstep. You scheme within schemes when you don’t have to.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Daisy was now on the spot and wasn’t able to look her mom in the eyes. I hadn’t seen anyone really put Daisy in her place before, besides Junior. She answered to Ted but always bristled at his authority, but her mom was another story.

“So you know where the fault lies?” Maw-Maw asked.

“With me, Ma’am?” Daisy’s answer seemed like another rhetorical affirmation of her mother’s logic.

“To some small extent,” Maw-Maw’s answer surprised all of us. Ted and Daisy most of all. She addressed them both by turning.

“Ted – you’ve an opportunity this weekend to be fair, firm, and to lay down discipline – something I never could do for either of you.” She explained in a more plain language than her usual Reader’s Digest choice of grandiloquent words to pepper her sentences. She nodded, “You both were going to make the case to me for whether you should be allowed to continue with this obscene ruse to trade on our family name and the lusts of the Buckman residents for an intense pay out and have me decide for you – what you should do.”

“Yes, I guess so,” Ted mumbled. When Maw-Maw put it like that he looked a little deflated.

“Ted, you are a chest-puffing bully who affirms his vaniloquent self-aggrandizement by aping the schemes of the great men in the family. You always fail because you surround yourself with sycophantic pickthanks and scam-artists and let’s face it – you weren’t graced with the clever intelligence on Senior’s side of the family.” Ted became even more deflated. She had put both of them down.

“However, if I am to see you grow – and I have over these last few days, I must allow you to continue your plan and take your place as head of this side of the family, as you should have at least five years ago.” Ted seemed genuinely flattered.

“Here is what I want you two to agree upon and if you can then I will grant my blessing,” Maw-Maw laid out a new bet – one that involved team work and leadership on Ted’s part. She also dissolved the split arrangements that had been made previously.

THE NEW DEAL:

She spelled out that the devil would get his due – and that meant Odd-Jobs would get his cut off the top and all expenses would be paid. We were not surprised by this but what came next shocked us!

Bill would receive 25% of the money earned – and he was to split it out how he saw fit.

Ted would receive 35% of the money earned – he too was to split it how he saw fit.

Conner was to receive 25% of the money earned – he was to split it how he saw fit.

Catfish would receive 5% of the money earned

Lloyd would receive 10% of the money earned

There was obviously some commotion that only males would be handling money, but Maw-Maw said the males would be responsible to divvy it amongst the females that answered to them.

Maw-Maw said that individually we were all clawing at each other for a share of the cash and that the women were the most greedy and conniving. “You tell everyone you can’t handle money – and you really can’t. Yet, you’ve each been working against each other for a bigger share of the overall take.”

“So Bill gets 25%, just for Daisy’s participation, but me and Mom get whatever scrap of the 35% Ted decides to give us, Maw-Maw? That’s not fair.” Savannah’s scratchy, southern voice echoed the concerns the rest of us were a little too intimidated to speak.

Delilah didn’t say a word – she seemed impressed with Maw-Maw and was the only one still standing with her hands interlaced over her head. The others were naked and in line but were standing at ease while Maw-Maw laid things out for us.

“I didn’t say Ted is the only one who rewards you – at the end of the day, each of the men will give a portion to the girls who worked best for him. If you work hard for Ted then he will reward you, if it’s for Bill then he will take care of you as well.”

Savannah was still skeptical but kept her mouth shut.

“If on Sunday, you have earned collectively 25,000 dollars then I will speak to Junior about including you two in Senior’s inheritance and Ted will take the manager’s job when Junior is done with it.”

Daisy was going to cry foul and stand up but she thought better of it when Maw-Maw continued. “Bill will be Ted’s assistant Manager,” a statement that shocked everyone.

Ted suggested Catfish and that Bill didn’t want the job. He certainly seemed too meek and eager to sleep to take the role. It didn’t sound like much being the assistant manager, but there were thousands of trailers and with the rent and all the scams the manager could run – they would both be quite wealthy.

“Catfish, will of course be one of your assistant managers as well,” Maw-Maw said that Bill would be senior to Catfish and to Daisy, “You won’t have to work again!”

“Oh, I like that,” Daisy purred.

“You WILL have to obey though,” Maw-Maw explained that she would have to be respectful to Bill and treat him as head of the house going forward – but that if they earn the 25,000 dollars then she would never have to work at the pool again.

“The men of the family are now the rule makers and the girls are the rule followers.” Maw-Maw stood with some effort from the couch. She was a hefty woman with a sheer moo-moo flitting around her girth. “It’s going to be that way at least until Sunday at Midnight,” Maw-Maw began to pull her Moo-Moo over her head, revealing a completely naked body.

She was stacked like her daughter in many ways, with giant tits that seemed to jut out like heavy weighted torpedoes with big nipples. She was an exaggeration of the “BBW” form of her daughter in every regard – bigger hips, bigger ass, bigger tits, bigger everything!

I couldn’t see her pussy because her wide hips were so curved that it disappeared under her pillowy stomach, but all in all she wasn’t bad to look at naked. She turned and her ass crack seemed to go for days, like a black highway reaching up to the start of her back surrounded by two well-rounded hilltops of ass cheeks. She had a small tattoo symbol I couldn’t quite make out on her ass that had long since faded.

Everyone was surprised she had removed her clothes and she regarded us as if we shouldn’t be. “I will submit as well, Sir,” Maw-Maw explained while raising her eyebrows slightly higher than Ted – as if to force his own eyebrows back down in a contest of wills.

“You can’t go to the car wash!” Ted was aghast and shocked at his own mother’s sudden nudity. His body language reflected his stubborn refusal as well as total disbelief of what his mother was saying and doing right now.

“Of course Sir,” Maw-Maw answered in a more submissive tone, “I’ll stay here to watch the baby and Daisy’s kids,” adding as an afterthought, “and clean up this messy trailer.” She told him with a slight chuckle that “he was the rule-maker now and she was going to obey whether he liked it or not.”

“We want to go to the pool!” Gene, Damian and Sarah cheered at the possibility that they could come as long as Ted let Maw-Maw come with us.

“No,” Maw-Maw told them in no uncertain terms. “You’ll be too much trouble, getting into everything, Sir,” addressing Gene specifically, adding that they were just children.

“I am not a child!” Sarah pouted “I get the full adult menu at Cici’s Pizza!”

“They gave everyone the adult menu,” Damion corrected his sister.

She in turn threw a flurry of small harmless punches his way in retaliation. “Do not!”

“You can’t tell ME what to do!” Gene puffed out his chest, but his acne and cracked voice made him sound desperate for authority, “You said the men make the rules! Get down on all fours like a dog!” he pointed next to his mother who had remained on the ground in the kitchen over the bits of pizza crust she couldn’t pick up with her mouth.

“Hover up that pizza like a good Maw-Maw!” he ordered.

“Yes Sir,” Maw-Maw slowly got herself into position next to her daughter – her bare belly jiggling. Even Gene seemed surprised that had worked. “But, you still can’t go to the pool unless Ted gives you permission.”

“Which I won’t,” Ted promised with a grin to the younger boy. “You are too big of a pain in the ass.”

“Well, Sarah has to get naked then!” Gene offered by way of counter-argument when he lost the first one he had made.

“No, I don’t! Gramma! Tell them, I don’t!” Sarah pouted angrily while knotting her brow. A part of me wanted to see the wicked little girl get treated the same as everyone else, but a part of me didn’t want to give her brother’s the satisfaction.

“ No, she doesn’t, Sir,” Maw-Maw was now on all fours with some pained effort like a milk-cow next to her pig-like daughter, both naked with tits dragging the cold kitchen tile.

“See! Haw-Haw! I told you!” she stuck out her tongue and made a raspberry.

“Unless, one of the men of the house decide it is in her best interest to remove her clothes – and then she will obediently do so, because the men of the house make the rules, don’t they Sarah?”

“Gene and Damian are both boys though! They don’t get to make my rules?” Sarah folded her arms and stared defiantly at the naked grandmother who until recently hadn’t spoken harshly to the kids or offered any form of discipline.

“No, they don’t,” Maw-Maw explained that under the new rules all the females of the house were relatively equal. There would be no more ‘ma’am’ unless it was guests.

That all the males would be called Sir out of respect. She said that the ones that were “bosses” were our Masters and used the two terms interchangeably.

“Bill, Conner, Catfish, and of course Ted, are to be treated with respect until they demonstrate they cannot lead and don’t deserve the authority we’ve trusted in them. They are our bosses and you can call them Master, Sir, or whatever they tell you to call them – that goes even after Sunday!” she explained.

I had to wonder how much of this she may have been making up in her head as she went and how much she must have thought about ahead of time. It all seemed to make so much sense as she laid out the new rules for the family.

“Ryan and Lloyd?” Maw-Maw addressed the boys from down at the end of the line. “Come here where I can see you please,” she addressed them from all fours. She reminded me of Kathy Bates with her casual yet assertive manner of putting things out there and telling it like it is.

“You two have had to be obedient and submissive, but because we have a new deal I am going to ask if you want to join the men and be a Master.”

“So I get to tell everyone here what to do – even you?” Lloyd asked with a pleased look on his face.

“Yes, you do,” Maw-Maw promised with a broad smile.

“If I tell Savannah to kiss my ass – then she HAS to do it?” Lloyd asked for confirmation eagerly.

“Lloyd!” Savannah’s quip was that half-way between sarcastic disbelief and smirking at how things were turning out.

“Yes, she does,” Maw-Maw explained just until Sunday at midnight.

“What happens then?” Lloyd asked innocently. He was tan and so broadly muscled – I couldn’t help but fantasize a little about my cousin being in charge of me.

“If you make 25,000 dollars then you stop. The girls still have to be respectful, and let the men make the decisions and be leaders – but we don’t have to be naked on command or treated like slaves. We become women-folk again.”

Maw-Maw explained very quickly her distinction between what she initially called a “rumbelow”; but when no one understood it she explained that until Sunday all the women of the house were slaves or “bitches” for lack of a better term.

She said after Sunday, if we earn the 25,000 dollars, then we can become “womenfolk” and remain respectful – but get many of the privileges we give up this weekend back.

She explained that as bitches we would wear collars, wear what we are told, fuck who we are told, and obey just as we had been – trusting in the leadership of the men to protect and guide us, and to push and keep us inspired to obey. That we could not be trusted not to lie, deceive or be lazy. That we could not be trusted to make good choices for ourselves – since we proved time and again to make poor ones. That we would submit to any inspection or loss of privacy a master felt was appropriate because we were simply too sneaky for our own good and it was frankly, good business – one that paid the bills when honest work didn’t.

She explained that once promoted back to “womenfolk” we were going to get our privileges back. We’d eat when we want and what we want, we’d go to the bathroom and shower as we please, we’d wear what we like, but we must remain respectful and perform chores. “If we become too big for our britches then the men MUST spank us and act appropriately –including having us trained as the bitches we’ve acted like.”

“What?” Savannah didn’t like the sound of it but a glare from Maw-Maw cut her off.

“There will be a hierarchy amongst womenfolk. The top bitch is me –for now, with Crystal after that.”

“Who is third, Maw-Maw?” Daisy was eager that it be her – as the only other real adult, that made sense. Dave’s sister was barely a few years older than me.

“Ellen is third,” Maw-Maw said without pause – shocking me.

“You will defer to the hierarchy of bitches – which the men can change at ANY time for ANY reason and you will not argue. Is that understood?” Maw-Maw explained that would give us a good reason to be obedient to our masters and behave ourselves.

Maw-Maw answered a few more questions from Lloyd that spelled out the rules I had been following up to now – but there was no special protection against me having to whore. The stipulation about me only giving blowjobs hadn’t been mentioned and I was a little too afraid with the upheaval of what the answer might be.

“Well, what happens if the men fail to lead the girls to 25,000 dollars on Sunday? We all switch and the girls take over?” Lloyd’s question was surprisingly very intelligent.

The thought of an incentive where the men had to urge us to earn as much as possible or their entire power-base crumbled was very logical. It was also very provocative to imagine what I’d make Catfish and Conner do if the shoe were on the other foot and they answered to me going forward.

“Nothing of the sort,” Maw-Maw dismissed the idea but remained respectful. Damion crept up behind her and pinched her ass hard – expecting to get her goat.

“It is fine, Sir,” Maw-Maw surprised Damion by giving him full permission to be as cruel as he wanted to her. “If one of the Master’s gives you permission, you can pinch my bottom as hard as you want – do your worst,” given the size and girth of her body I felt Maw-Maw probably didn’t fear anything Damion’s little fingers could pinch. She looked up at Lloyd “Do you want him to be able to pinch bitches asses, Sir?”

“I am not a Master,” Lloyd surprised her. “I don’t want to be,” he explained with a bit of uncertainty in his voice.

“Are you sure?” Maw-Maw offered it to him again, asking why he wouldn’t want the authority.

“That’s just it,” Lloyd explained that he had enjoyed this past week immensely. “I didn’t have to think, I just did things. I was free to be me – without having to be responsible for anyone else or make any decisions that could affect anyone else.”

“When Ellen got here,” Lloyd looked over at me still on the carpet in a crumple, “I took her to play Cowboys and Injuns with my bros and she ended up getting tied to a tree and scared shitless. I didn’t think things out –and she paid the price for it.”

“Is there more?” Maw-Maw probed him.

“There is something like freedom in submission, if that makes sense. I don’t have decisions to make. I like to obey – so no, I want to be a bitch, is that cool?”

“Just until Sunday night and then you want to decide if you’d rather be a Master?” Maw-Maw gave him another chance.

“No, I don’t think so – is it wrong to want to be a bitch?” he asked somewhat embarrassed. Lloyd had such a natural and gregarious manner and could say some goofy and stupid things – I had never seen him afraid to be laughed at for a dumb question until then.

“No, Lloyd – I am a bitch, aren’t I?”

“No,” Lloyd answered and then fumbled to change his mind, “I mean yes, I guess you are – but no, I don’t think you really are?”

“Ted Sir?” Maw-Maw asked, while looking at Lloyd as if to prove a point, asked, “May Gene and Damion pinch my ass if they want to?”

“Do you want them to do that?” Ted was a misogynistic bastard who delighted in dominating us and being cruel, but the line was his own mother. He was a mother’s boy through and through, and his instinct to listen to her and protect her was far too strong to change immediately.

“I am a stupid bitch Sir, what I want is really not important – not now or for the rest of the weekend. If you decide that someone can pinch my ass, spank it, or play with it – then I will smile at them and obediently accept your decision because you are the boss of the house – ruler of the roost. If it’s to teach me a lesson, I will trust that you want to better me in some way, or make me earn my keep towards the bills I’ve generated – Lord knows I ate my share of groceries and filled up your trailer with my vintage Sophia Ann Statues.”

Maw-Maw had brought many porcelain clown statuettes that she collected – coveted. Ted had tried to sell them but Maw-Maw wouldn’t allow it; and no one except other people with garish taste would have bought them.

“So this is a test?” Ted asked out loud but Maw-Maw didn’t answer him. He had probably rightfully figured she was sensing if he truly had leadership potential and put everything on the line to see if he would rise to it like he had the past week or grow intimidated and fail.

“I don’t know what you mean by that, Sir?” Maw-Maw’s answer was terse – I thought she did know exactly what he meant, but wasn’t going to spell it out any further.

“So if I say that I want to take your most priceless Sophia Ann and smash it outside on the pavement?” he asked.

“Then I would ask if you want me to get my lazy ass up and get it for you, or take it out myself and do it, Sir,” Maw-Maw assured him. I wanted to say I sensed a little hesitation in her voice to rid herself of the most prized object in her collection, but I couldn’t detect any.

“Do you want me to tell you to do that?” Ted asked her with a confused look.

“I wish you would Master,” Maw-Maw’s tone was submissive but self-assured. “I wish you would have me eat breakfast with the other bitches in front of Odd-Jobs tomorrow and tell him to send men here who want to fuck a fat-old BBW bitch like me or who want their babies to suckle my fat tits while I can still give milk.”

“You give milk?” Ted was shocked.

“Yes Sir. Who do you think feeds the baby round the clock? And why do you think Donger likes to peek in the windows when you guys are gone? I see him peeping through the windows right now – Hello Donger, Sir,” she looked up at the window.

We all looked at Donger’s well-tanned face and blonde hair pressed against the window as he waved with a smile and reluctantly shrugged, “It’s a fetish.”

“You’ve never done this before! What has gotten into you?” Ted’s reaction was disbelief. He had been handed ultimate power over the family, the possibility to earn a big piece of 25,000 dollars in a weekend, and his dream job. The prestige alone to holding the title of Manager of The Buckman and being one of the most powerful men in the county should have sent him into the stratosphere.

Instead, he was in shock and disbelief at this sainted mother’s willingness to debase herself at just a word.

“Master, take a look at my left ass cheek if you don’t mind the sight of my disgusting, fat bottom,” his mother asked.

She begged permission to let us all have a look and remained on all fours, but gave us all a good view. It was a symbol with the words “Property Of” and the letters “O.J.”

“I wasn’t always the fat manatee you see before you, Master,” Maw-Maw’s voice cracked slightly as she excused herself and continued. “Lloyd, will you bring my bag out here?”

My cousin raced off to get her bag and she dug through it to reveal a photo of her face. It was faded in a picture frame. She still had a lovely face –even as heavy as she was.

“I know – you were always beautiful Maw-Maw,” Ted pleaded. He was clearly torn between letting her continue and the promise of the happy ending she offered.

She reached behind that picture and pulled out another. It looked like Betty Page in a corset, with her hands cuffed behind her back and extra high stiletto heels. She had a haughty, mischievous look on her face and tits the size of boulders despite her tiny waist and voluptuous frame.

“I was always a strong single parent – did the best I could anyway,” Maw-Maw admitted. “I made mistakes –Lord, I made more than my share. I tried to raise you differently and I didn’t accept Senior’s charity. He would have provided for all of us and we’d have been living on Seminole.”

“God damn it!” Daisy whispered in disbelief at the missed opportunity to live on what is considered “Easy Street”.

“If I had done that, bitch,” Maw-Maw’s face scrunched slightly in a mixture of disgust and disappointment that her daughter still didn’t understand, “then you would be even more spoiled and lazy than you are now. You are going to spend a weekend being your husband’s bitch.”

“You think that will straighten me out, huh?” Daisy’s contempt for her mother made her blurt that out – I think she regretted it but she let her words linger.

“No, not really; that is why when you complete Sunday, you will still behave yourself and if you are disobedient, brash, brassy, boisterous, brazen, head-strong, strong-willed, loud-mouthed, overly-talkative, having to have the last word, challenging, controlling, manipulative, critical, conceited, arrogant, aggressive, assertive, strident, interruptive, undisciplined, insubordinate, disruptive, lazy, vain, domineering, stingy with your affection, attention, approval, and gratitude, or generally piss off the men, then they will have you back in bitch mode- is that understood?”

“Anything else?” Daisy’s tone was dripping with sarcasm and skepticism that Bill could enforce any sort of rules on her – she was already planning how things would REALLY go if she had her way.

“Yes. If you can’t learn to take a compliment properly, apologize properly when you make a mistake, accept responsibility for your mistakes, or if you shit on the people like me who try to help you, then you won’t have any authority or responsibility either – you will be sentenced to bitch mode for however long it takes to make you properly learn that lesson.”

“How can I raise my kids like this, Maw-Maw?” Daisy decided not to argue the point and simply changed to one of her best negotiating tactics. She knew Maw-Maw spoiled her kids and would always give Daisy an out when she invoked them. It had been the reason Maw-Maw had made Ted let them stay there against his better judgment.

“Quite simply – you will teach the men to be leaders, with integrity, and that with authority comes responsibility; and your daughters to be nothing like you or I.”

“How can I do that naked and powerless?” she argued.

“You will do it through examples you set. You’ve set the worst kind – all the attributes that are terrible about our family. Senior was a devilish shit in business but he always dealt squarely with his employees and his family. He promoted from within and he was the kind of leader who INSPIRED you to want to follow him. It wasn’t his money and it wasn’t the fear of what would happen to you if you disobeyed him. Those were tools to an end – but for those of us who followed – we did so because he was the example he wanted others to be. You won’t be naked and powerless if you behave yourself – only when you disobey and fuck up.”

“So tell me the rest of the story,” Ted wasn’t interested in the lecture she was giving his sister. He was curious about the faded old pictures behind the one of his mother’s face and the tattoo.

“This is me when I was young, dumb, and full of cum. I was a beauty queen. You know, just like that blonde little bimbo that got herself pregnant? I had more tits than I did brains.” Maw-Maw admitted.

She gave a quick explanation that she is Junior’s OLDER sister. “Junior was always the favorite one – the one being groomed to take over and I was just eye-candy. My sister Tammy was the youngest and she was spoiled a little, but Daddy never permitted either her or I to get out of line. Odd-Jobs used to come around to Daddy’s office and flirt with me and I’d flirt back. The Jacobi brothers were both lady-killers.”

She smiled as she reminisced but continued the point, “He wasn’t the crusty old coot he looks like today. He was slick and a sharp dresser. He worked for Senior as his head-recruiter and overall trouble-shooter for problems.”

Maw-Maw quickly explained that Senior was part of a College Fraternity of young men who had moved to the county to make it into something. “A place they could be proud of,” she smiled.

“The wealthy blue-bloods have been sending young men to that fraternity for generations to become CEOs and powerful politicians. My Daddy was able to earn a place at that University because he was an all-around athlete and honor student.”

Maw-Maw seemed very proud that they hadn’t come from money but that Senior had been a self-made man. “He looked just like them – straight teeth, strong back, handsome and rugged – but he wasn’t one of them.”

She went on to explain that there was a sister sorority associated with his fraternity, “They had been sending daughters to the sister sorority to train them to be dutiful wives who behave themselves. My mother was one of those wonderful women.”

“You never talk about Gramma,” Ted seemed surprised she was bringing up his grandmother.

As if on cue Maw-Maw produced a faded black and white photograph from the 1960s that featured a blonde bombshell who looked as all American Apple Pie as Doris Day; but she was completely naked with her hands cuffed behind her back, her tits out, and her feet in a spreader bar.

“How come her pussy wasn’t shaved, Maw-Maw,” Damion asked curiously.

“It wasn’t the fashion then, Sir,” Maw-Maw answered patiently, “Had Senior told her to do it – she wouldn’t have hesitated. She used to spend hours around the house just like this – in the living room ironing or standing perfectly still.”

“The Jacobi brothers, The Waxermans, and Daddy all had wives from there and they traded them freely. Mom would get in a crate and Odd-Jobs would come load her up in the middle of the night and drive her out to the farm for the weekend where he and his brother did lord knows what to her. She wouldn’t complain – she would be thankful. She’d come home with purple and red bruises on her ass, tits, everywhere..., but she’d tell Senior that she appreciated the opportunity to be shown off and used by his friends.”

She explained that it eventually occurred to them to do exactly what we are doing now. They staged the game at the Jacobi farm and had mom and other wives pull plows and carts and service men like they were ponies in a stable.

“What? Pretty ponies?” Sarah’s enthusiasm for pink and white ponies was widely known and very annoying to her brothers.

“No, dirty girl ponies who flash their tittays!” Gene corrected with a satisfied laugh that caused his sister to pout.

“You are both right – my mother was a pretty pony, who stood naked in front of congressmen, Sheiks, Kings, Businessmen and did whatever they wanted – and played whatever role she was told to do.”

“What happened then?” Ted urged his mom to share this family secret.

“They got filthy rich. The partners made more money with what had begun as a hobby to share with their friends then they ever did with the community they were building. They eventually turned on each other and one of the Jacobi brothers and the Waxermans blackmailed some senators to put a highway through another County – and that is where precious Ellen and Ryan grew up. Our county dried up and theirs prospered, but Senior wouldn’t let that stop him – he continued building.”

“Wow, so my mom was one of those girls?” Ryan asked with a certain level of renewed respect.

“Did she go to Montclair University?” Maw-Maw asked.

“I think so,” Ryan answered shaking his head. His father is the eldest son of Odd-Jobs older brother and one of the wealthiest men where I am from.

“Then yes – I am surprised you weren’t aware of her behavior and attitude adjustments.”

“Now that you mention it, she did always wear a silver choker?” Ryan offered as he tried to piece this new revelation together.

“Like this?” Maw-Maw held up a photo of her naked mother wearing a silvered, perfectly rounded collar.

“Yes, exactly like that,” Ryan answered with a smile.

“It takes four full years at Montclair to earn that. Just to pledge the sorority a girl has to seduce and invite a hobo back to the house and then fuck him in every hole in front of her sorority sisters. They judge her on performance, pleasure, and how satisfied he is at the end. They take her to a public laundromat and sit her naked on the shakiest washer and judge her jiggly fat and body. If she passes that test they make her suck off any men who happened to be in the laundromat at the time of her inspection. That is just for starters!”

“Mom was a freak!?” Ryan seemed elated to have something new.

“If she wears that collar, by the end she could drink a 64 ounce bottle of water and sit on a paper towel without leaving the slightest drop of water – or she’d eat it.”

“So how come I never saw her humble herself or behave submissively?” Ryan asked. He wasn’t entirely skeptical – just curious.

“She either earned all the privileges she had given away back or your dad just let her stop training and spoiled her.” Maw-Maw theorized.

“I am guessing it was the latter,” Ryan shook his head pointing out that his mom could be a royal bitch.

“That is what happened to me,” Maw-Maw shook her head in shame and explained further. “Mom had prepared me to find a good husband. I hadn’t gone through the ordeals she had, but she had made sure I wasn’t shy and I took good care of myself – as you can see, I let myself go since then.” Her self-deprecating humor allowed a little levity into her story.

“I was about 16 when my father came to me and told me that I would now belong to Oliver,” she explained that back then he wasn’t even called “Odd-Jobs”.

“I told him that I wanted to make my own choices and that I didn’t want to have to do what mom did. I was perfectly willing to, for the man who I chose in the bedroom, but I didn’t want to be anyone’s whore.

Father agreed with me, he sided with me and said that I could make my own choices.

However, I would lose my inheritance and be a cast-out.”

“So you did?” Daisy’s voice was filled with scorn and regret that her mother was so high and mighty about principles.

“Fuck no, child,” Maw-Maw laughed that she wasn’t stupid. “I was given to Oliver in a ceremony at the farm and began my training under him. He wasn’t so much a husband as he was my owner. He gave me this tattoo, a lot of bruises, and you two wonderful children.”

“So you worked at the farm?” Daisy was surprised.

“Work is probably the wrong way to put it. I was trained at the farm and served at the farm.”

“So you were a whore?” Ted’s face was filled with disappointment.

“Yes Sir, just like your precious wife, step-daughter, and the other girls who serve you are,” she offered sagely.

“You act like you liked it?” Ted wanted US to do it – but not his own mother.

“I spread my legs and gave my body, time, and affection to please my trainer and husband and my father. I earned my keep and was kept in my place – like Lloyd, I found submission to be a wonderful alternative to thinking and having to make mistakes of my own. I could rely on Oliver to decide what I would eat and if I would eat and he kept me thin and fit. He made me exercise everyday – rain or shine.”

“Aunt Tammy did this too?” Ted’s Aunt had been a prima-dona who stopped by the pool once or twice to lord things over us in her Cadillac and it seemed she didn’t have a submissive bone in her body.

“She has a matching tattoo – we served together, Sir,” Maw-Maw admitted.

“You were both married to Oliver?” Ted asked in disbelief. “I mean Odd-Jobs? They had you serve together – together?”

Maw-Maw smiled at him, “You saw down at the pool that the guys like to watch mothers and daughters or sisters – don’t they?” she didn’t wait for his answer before continuing “My mother still served and helped train us both. There was a hierarchy – she was a top bitch and we were little bottom bitches.” She could see that Ted was having a hard time processing this, “It made us all much closer – there are things that I shared with my mother and sister during that time – that I’d guess the girls in this room are just starting to understand, isn’t that so Crystal?”

“I had no idea you were such a dirty little whore, Maw-Maw!” Crystal didn’t give an answer – but her tone was one of approval.

“You will learn to answer questions from the top bitch when you are asked in the most explicit and honest fashion without hesitation. Get down here on all fours behind me –nose in my crack, please.”

“Really?” Crystal had debased herself in so many ways the past week that the order didn’t shock her or even insult her. She smiled and complied, almost as if curious just how far things would be taken, “Like this, Maw-Maw?”

“Get your legs apart so that your cunt and asshole can be seen by whoever wants to have a look –and put your nose and mouth as far into my crack as it will fit. You are no stranger to this and my ass is musty but it’s no worse than anything you had to kiss at the pool I’d wager.”

“You got that right,” Crystal was already behind her with a smirk on her face that suggested she found the entire idea novel, as she opened her legs wide and pushed her face in further.

“You spent a week pretending to be an ideal submissive – you fooled almost everyone here. You wouldn’t have fooled my mother and you didn’t fool me. You hadn’t been trained to really believe the things you were doing and it wasn’t in your heart. I think you have the soul of a submissive though.”

“You do, huh?” Aunt Crystal spoke with her face pressed against the older woman’s chubby-bare ass.

“I think you are full of spit and vinegar like your daughter but you want to submit to someone strong enough to tame a wild horse. I think my mother was like that.”

“That’s high praise I think!” Aunt Crystal’s scratchy-smoky voice was playful but genuine as she accepted the compliment.

“You spent a week accepting every humiliation and order my son could give you – all to trick my daughter into taking a bet so she could end up like she is,” Maw-Maw broke down her concern.

“Pretty rotten, huh?” Aunt Crystal wasn’t sorry – she was quite proud she had pulled it off.

“You are rotten to the core, a bitch in every sense of the word. Just look at your trailer, it’s a mess,” Maw-Maw said bluntly.

“That’s fairly harsh,” Crystal’s tone indicated she hadn’t expected to be put down “I thought you liked what I did.”

“I did – it served its purpose, but you are what you are – a bitch. Do you agree?”

“Yes Ma’am,” Crystal admitted somewhat submissively.

Maw-Maw flexed her massive asscheeks on my Aunt’s face and reminded her harshly she wasn’t a ‘Ma’am’ any longer. “If that changes – you will be the first to know. I am however, your top bitch and I have authority unless a boss says I don’t.”

“If my husband says I am top bitch you will do what I SAY?” Crystal accepted her comment and asked a question of her own.

“Unequivocally, dear,” Maw-Maw promised obedience speaking of her son’s relationship, “but he is not your husband – he is your Master. You aren’t legally married.”

“We just tell people that,” Crystal explained that she used to call him a boyfriend but after this started it made it easier for people to understand they were together. “I have a past divorce I’d have to handle to get legally married again and who wants that paperwork?”

“You will legally marry him if he tells you to do so – or whoever he tells you to marry. Is that understood?” Maw-Maw’s instructions were not up for discussion.

“That is the second strangest marriage proposal I’ve ever received,” Aunt Crystal giggled a little levity into the conversation until Maw-Maw gripped her face tightly with her mighty ass cheeks. “Oww- okay, yes, of course, I would.”

“You will get my son’s name tattooed on your ass, and he will be your owner – is that understood?” Maw-Maw was ready for another round of ass-gripping.

“If I got the name of every guy I’ve been with tattooed on me – I’d have a list a mile long – we can say he is my owner though.”

Maw-Maw started to turn around but then asked, “Gene will you hit your Aunt Crystal with something please?”

“Surely!” Gene complied and struck his Crystal on the ass with a wooden dowel that was laying around – something someone had been using to punish us in the past.

“Down the crack please – not across her fat ass. Crystal – hold yourself open.” Maw-Maw, unsatisfied with the sound the dowel had made, instructed the boy on how to be far more strategic in his whippings.

“Oh my!” Crystal complied by holding her ass cheeks apart for the boy to get a good strike. She had been their plaything a few times in the past and knew they were both little sadistic monsters, but I think she was surprised Maw-Maw was directing them.

Gene laughed as the rod hit its mark in the dead center of my Aunt’s very well-used and oiled asshole.

“Thank him, please,” Maw-Maw instructed Crystal.

“Thank you Gene – that was much better,” my Aunt had absorbed much more punishment at the pool than Gene could dish out.

“Not like that,” Maw-Maw sighed and did it for her, “Gene Sir, that was very good how you punished your Aunt’s asshole. It needs to hurt us to have any effect on us and if you are weak or lenient – we won’t benefit, so we both appreciate very much you helping me get her attention.”

“Wow, cool!” Gene was pleased with himself, “Can I keep doing it?”

“Only if a Master gives you permission – I just needed to make one point, Sir,” Maw-Maw answered him and continued, “You will get a tattoo with the symbol on my ass and Ted’s name and become a Gaylord. You will be, for the rest of your days and always – a Gaylord after that. Do you agree, or do you need some convincing what it means to be a member of the most prestigious family in Buckman County?”

“I never thought about it like that,” Crystal often reminded me of the actress who played Peggy Bundy. There were times she could seem so selfish and vain but when it was explained to her that she would be an actual family member she didn’t hesitate any longer.

“Yes, I will –be owned if Ted will have me.”