Chapter Ninety-Two

There are 923 words that break the i before e rule and only 44 that follow the rule.

I’ll spank your little ass this much is true, I’ll spank your ass until it’s red, black and blue!

-Dr. Suess

“God-damned mom,” Savannah protested her mom’s hasty decision to become a Gaylord – or at least Gaylord property. Her redneck rebel attitude and trademark furrowed brow made it obvious she didn’t see the point of taking things this far.

“What is your concern little bitch?” Maw-Maw patiently addressed Savannah while cocking an eyebrow at her – daring her to protest these new rules the same way she had Daisy.

“For one, this fucking pizza is getting cold,” Savannah backed down a bit and offered by way of joke. She could have made the point that the weekend was almost over and we had made all the money we needed but she probably realized it was going to fall on ears that weren’t ready to listen anyway. Maw-Maw had decided things were going down this path and it looked like everyone else was getting the message one way or the other.

“Why are you bitching,” Ted walked over and took a bite of pizza asking her, “You only eat when you are told. You haven’t been told. You don’t have to worry about remembering to eat – one of us will let you know if you are hungry.”

“I am fucking HONGRY now, Sir!” Savannah addressed Ted properly but with her usual sass. “This was supposed to be a horny little fun weekend game where we made a shit-ton of cash and had a few laughs. You all got me out here sucking dicks and washing cars and I’ve played the fuck along, but now my mom is talking about tattoos and permanently being trained to be a good little pony?”

“The Jacobi farm has long since been out of business and the men who once paid thousands of dollars to play with the girls that resided in the stables have mostly retired or died. I don’t think you have to worry about being trained like a farm animal – but you would benefit almost as much as my daughter will.”

“Will?” Daisy caught that last part of the sentence indicating she will be trained as a farm animal.

“Your tits are as milky as they come – they are leaking on the tile now,” Maw-Maw stated as she reached under her daughter’s massive nipples and tasted it. “You are going to be milked.”

“For what?” Daisy sneered. “So you can sell the milk to some Mexican family of eight?”

That had been Daisy’s intention for Angel, along with some other nasty surprises for Angel’s heavily milk sodden tits – as well as nursing her own baby.

“That is certainly a creative use for those milk-sacks hanging from your chest – but usually we just get milked to turn on some man who likes to watch, or suckle each other if he so desires.”

Daisy sniffed as if she smelled something foul and grunted – a warning that her mother was pushing too far and too hard as the anger grew in her face.

“Whores milk, my dear – that’s what it was called,” Maw-Maw explained that it wasn’t called Jacobi Farm back then. “We called it the Plantation like Gone With the Wind and it was decorated like something straight out of the old south. There were elegant chandeliers and ornate statuary in the gardens for the wealthy guests of the mansion and lawn jockeys out on the lawn!”

“Racist cracker!” Nelly Jr. pouted at the visual of black Sambo statues dressed as jockeys on the lawn.

“No, no,” Maw-Maw explained that young nude girls were positioned on the lawn with big brass hoops in their mouths and through their nipples. “We even had one girl who was decorated to look like a statue and was a living fountain at some of their garden parties!” Maw-Maw seemed rather proud adding, “All the grooms at the stables were big black bucks though – and they were rather rough on us I must say! That was extremely taboo for the time – a white woman being taken by a black stallion! Guests paid quite handsomely to watch.”

Nelly Jr. smiled a toothy grin without saying another word.

“The kitchen served the finest southern food and Kentucky bourbon flowed like water at the dinner table,” Maw-Maw described fried pork chops, fresh craw-dads from New Orleans, and sweet corn-bread that smelled as fresh as a Nebraska corn field.

“What did you care? That was for rich guests – you didn’t get to eat any of it!” Daisy demanded angrily.

“I did from time to time get to sample some of it – and it gave me perspective to appreciate it when I DID get it, just as that pizza should you!” Maw-Maw explained that back then she played a fancy debutante who wore a sweeping ball gown and her mother would chastise her in front of the men. “My sister and I would argue over who was wearing the other’s bustier and invariably get into a tussle until we were tearing at each other’s petticoats. Then mother would demand we put a stop to it before father found out. We would ignore her and pull on each other’s hair until Father came out and stripped all three of us. We would beg mercy, but he would tell my mother that since we were hellions out of control – she would share our fate. We would spend the rest of the weekend out in the stables naked, with the blacks washing us with buckets of water and whipping our asses while scolding us,” Maw-Maw described with a reverent smile.

“What does that have to do with selling your milk?” Daisy squinted angrily as if the story made no sense.

“Oh yes, well – because I was young and pretty that was usually the role I played, but once some of the women of the plantation outgrew most of the traditional uses for them – they were fattened up and treated much like cows. They would have their tits milked by black women who swore the milk would feed their many babies – shucking and jiving and dancing around the white women!” Maw-Maw laughed gayly.

“Shucking and Jiving!” Nelly Jr. puffed out his lip, looking more and more like a little Gary Coleman asking “What you talking ‘bout, Willis?”

“Oh, it was a different time – they called them all niggers back then and it was fine,” Maw-Maw dismissed Nelly’s concern with a grin.

“To their FACE?” Nelly couldn’t believe it.

“It was 1974 and you are a black man who gets to fuck dozens of willing white women, treat them like ponies, cows, and whip their asses, while earning a fat paycheck – you going to shuck and jive?”

Nelly Jr. stood up and began to tap dance

“I come to town de udder night,

I hear de noise an saw de fight,

De watchman was a runnin roun,

Cryin Old Dan Tucker's come to towwwwwn.”

We all laughed as he shucked and jived for us and I thought that would diffuse the situation but Daisy had reached a boiling point.

“That’s it,” Daisy stood up and started looking around for anything she could put over herself. “You are crazy, this whole damned family is crazy – this is why I am fucked up!”

“What are you talking about? Get down here right now before you get us both in trouble!” Maw-Maw demanded her daughter return to all fours.

“Bill, I am getting the kids and we are leaving – I don’t care if we have to go without any clothes. I never amounted to anything and it is YOUR fault!”

“I don’t think I set you up to fail or convinced you to make the mistakes you have, but I will take responsibility for a lot of it – a mistake I am correcting right now,” Maw-Maw insisted.

“I don’t care about the money, I don’t care about the bet – I am not anyone’s bitch – I like being a bitch and bitches do what they want. You can rub asses with Crystal and make her a Gaylord just like that,” Daisy sounded jealous as she snapped her fingers and prodded her kids to get their stuff, promising she would leave Bill if he didn’t come right now.

“You need this Daisy – you need to spend one weekend as a bitch and then you will behave yourself from then on. You won’t want to spend more time this way if you can avoid it – but right now you can’t avoid it. You deserve this.”

“I deserve my money. I was BORN a Gaylord. The richest fucking family and we lived in poverty because you wanted to prove a point or something?”

“You don’t know the reasons your father and I are not together,” Maw-Maw answered her from the ground while Daisy bullied her way to an apron that she tied around her waist.

“I didn’t even KNOW I had a father and it was that god-damned pervert Odd-Jobs? I saw him looking at me sunbathing topless when I was Savannah’s age. He is a fucking bewb watcher! How do I even know he is my dad? You were a fucking whore.”

“He is your father regardless of whose cum was packed into me!” Maw-Maw had never spoken this vulgarly and it was shocking to me – it had to be completely alien to the twins Ted and Daisy.

“Gross!” Daisy scrunched her nose “You want me to be a whore now – and yet when I was in high school you used to give me a hard time about the short-shorts I wore and how slutty I was – I wasn’t half as slutty as you!”

“I was giving you a hard time because you were being a tease. You wore your short-shorts like a weapon to control men, to manipulate them, and you often laughed and humiliated the ones you thought weren’t worth your time. I wanted to warn you that it leads to how you are now – with everyone who could help you, turning their back on the shrewful, spiteful, vindictive women you are now.”

“You never said anything of that sort to me back then!” Daisy fired back angrily.

“I never said I loved you either and I regret the times I didn’t,” Maw-Maw’s touching words deflated the anger in her daughter’s eyes. “I was ashamed and embarrassed of my service- and I believed like Savannah here that I should have had a choice in what happened and who I was with. My father gave me that choice but he told me that with it, came the cruel, outside world and I’d be on my own.”

Daisy paused, but told Bill to hurry up and get their stuff. Bill started off his chair into the bedroom to pack – dutifully answering to his wife who no longer felt like she had any obligation to her rules. The clothespins still dangled tightly from her swollen tits but she pulled the one off her nose and threw it on the floor.

“You were too chicken to continue. Your mom taught you all this stuff on how to please a man and submit and trained you to be a good little bitch or slut or whatever and then you chucked all that and raised us like little bumpkins who wore hand-me-downs from people who had hand-me-downs because you couldn’t keep doing it?”

“That isn’t it at all,” Maw-Maw didn’t get up off the floor and neither did my Aunt. “O.J. released me from my service and wanted to spoil me. He was going to be the new Manager of the Buckman and he decided that I was no longer to train- that he had grown so fond of me that he got jealous when I was used and felt bad when men paid to torment and punish me. He refused to let me train while I was pregnant, even though so many men paid a great deal to play with me.”

“So? The fucker just abandoned us? He’s been in our life this whole time and he never once said anything?”

“I asked him not to,” Maw-Maw explained that the two of them were so young they didn’t remember the farm or him and that he had always watched over them. “Ted, he taught you to ride a bike and Daisy, I remember a few times he paid a visit to a boy who had put you down or broke your heart and had a little chat with him,” she smiled at Daisy.

“So why didn’t you stay as his wife then and just live normal? Jesus Christ! That would have been a rare thing in the Buckman.”

“I thought about it – but he never really loved me. He loved the idea of me and felt pity for me, but he was not in love with me. There was a time when the farm had over fifty women in the stables – some of them were from exotic countries. Odd-Jobs had once found a six-foot four inch charcoal black African women and dressed her up like an antelope or a giraffe, to let men hunt her in the woods – but towards the end, there was just my mom, my sister, and a handful of other girls.”

“So what happened?”

“Tammy as you know, moved in with our brother and I believe for a time – he trained her himself. I am sure eventually the novelty wore off and he found younger play-toys, which gave her too much freedom and temptation to become the woman she is today.”

Ted nodded his head as he ate a bite of pizza. He didn’t make any move to stop his sister – I think he was stunned.

“One of the Bitterman brothers always coveted my mom. He offered millions of dollars for her but Senior would never take him up on it. He’d loan her to him all the time but he wouldn’t give her away.” Maw-Maw got quiet and asked if she really cared about this ancient history.

“Go ahead, you’ve kept all these secrets all this time!” Daisy insisted she continue.

“Well, I didn’t think you were ready to hear them – I am sorry I wasn’t honest and explicit in my speech. It was a lesson that had been drilled into my head from childhood by my father. I think talking to Delilah tonight brought that back. You know your Uncle used to play with me all the time?”

“Really?” Delilah smiled with a surprised look on her face.

“What happened to Gramma?” Daisy insisted . The apron around her waist didn’t do anything to cover her ass or tits, but she stood ready to dart out the door.

“Get down here on the floor with me and I will tell you the rest,” Maw-Maw offered.

“Fuck no! My back hurts already from all that bending – my knees feel like they are about to crack open.”

“I know!” Maw-Maw admitted with a knowing smile. “I am a lot older than you and it hurts like a bitch. I spent days like this at times – but I am a little rusty. You spent all night that way – what is five more minutes?”

“I keep on the apron.” Daisy’s hastily tied polka dot apron wasn’t covering anything but Daisy didn’t want to give up anything she had already taken.

“If Ted says you can,” Maw-Maw offered with a smile.

“I thought you were top bitch and could order me to do what you say!” Daisy shook her head with an aggravated expression, like she was dealing with a know-it-all who had been wrong about something.

“I could,” Maw-Maw smiled, “but I won’t order you to strip. I think you should be naked if you are going to crawl – but I’ll leave that to a Master to decide! It’s above my pay-grade.”

“Take it off,” Bill’s diminutive voice came from behind her in the hallway. He was holding her bags.

“What? No.” Daisy dismissed him without thinking.

“I said take it off,” Bill wasn’t being very assertive when he repeated himself. I could see Ted was about to step in and say something when Maw-Maw shook her head at him to signal he should let them talk.

“Bill, just because my mom says you are an owner or master or whatever – you aren’t. I am not getting a tattoo that says property of Meth-Head Bill. You are a god-damned joke. I don’t even know why I am with you,” she sneered.

“You are with me, because no one else will have you,” Bill answered angrily. He was quiet and let that sink in. I could see it hurt Daisy – deeply.

Bill was about to repeat the order when Daisy threw down the apron and said, “Fine – if that’s what you want.” While joining her mother back on the floor as she had.

Bill picked up the apron as Maw-Maw told him he could order one of the lazy girls to pick it up.

He ignored Maw-Maw and wadded it into a ball – grabbed his wife’s head and stuffed it into her mouth like a gag. “Hush while Maw-Maw is speaking,” Bill was not naturally assertive and his voice cracked nervously as he rushed through what he wanted to say. He added, “Or you’ll get behind Crystal with your nose in her crack.”

“Good one Dad!” Gene seemed proud of his father and giggled but Bill didn’t acknowledge the compliment – he just stared at his wife while she obediently waited with the apron in her mouth.

“My mother had been the winner of a number of beauty contests and even starred on some live commercials for soap when she was in high school and college. She had trouble with her vanity all her life – it was her key shortcoming. If someone didn’t think she was beautiful then she wondered what was wrong with her. It was not enough to be a knock-out, she wanted men to drool when they had her. She broke so many hearts as men offered to take her to their mansion and help her ‘escape’ my father’s clutches. She had so many offers for anything she wanted – but she loved my father I think and he loved her. They were happy, even though he kept her as a pet, and he never told her that he loved her... -At least not around us.”

.

Daisy nodded while Bill stood over her, his arms folded.

“When her looks began to go, she asked to be sold to Mr. Bitterman. She must have thought she was disappointing my father because he had stopped having her work so hard at the farm and made her a top bitch to train new girls instead of serve the premium clients.

My father may have misunderstood the sacrifice she was making. He thought she was tired of HIM. He knew there was no physical punishment she would not endure for him so he chose to punish her a different way – the cruelest of ways.”

Maw-Maw’s eyes teared up a bit. “He invited my mom’s parents to visit. Senior took her father to the farm and had her wear a mask while he used his own daughter. He took pictures and showed her mother and then after that – had my mom walk out in full pony regalia and trotted her up and down every street in the Buckman, until she was exhausted and passed out. Most of the people here had only heard rumors of what went on at the farm – they had thought she was local royalty and now she was marched naked through the street while he followed in his black Cadillac.”

“They didn’t know she had been trained as a slave? I thought that was what the sorority was for? Rich men send their daughters to marry rich boys?” Ryan asked.

“They had been told she would become a dutiful trophy wife – nothing more. They knew it would help her meet an eligible bachelor. You have to understand that her generation didn’t really value higher education in women. It was a tool to meet a good man – and that has changed to the detriment of our society.”

“Amen!” Catfish piped in with a laugh.

“My mother remained dutiful and she would have gone to her family reunion in full pony livery with bit and bridle if he had told her to do it. She was convinced he was angry with her and tired of her and asked to sold.”

“So he did?” Ryan was enraptured with this old story.

“Yes,” Maw-Maw answered him without calling the naked boy Sir and explained, “But not to Mr. Bitterman. There was a biker gang that used to do dirty work for Senior. He sold her to their club for 7 dollars and a six pack of beer.” Maw-Maw’s eyes went a little misty, “She kissed us both goodbye, and then sucked my brother’s cock in front of the entire gang. They marched her out of Senior’s mansion naked in cuffs and right on the back of someone’s bike. She never looked behind at us or shed a single tear as she began her new life as a toy to the club. I never heard from her again.”

“So you were afraid Odd-Jobs would do the same to you?” Ryan asked.

“Hardly,” she laughed, “My parents already knew what I was and Senior has fucked me enough that with a mask or not he’d know me from the feel of my holes, so that wouldn’t have worked.”

There was a little laughter at that. “I was one of the original cheerleaders when the Buckman High opened and they called it Brigadier General George Gordon High School. Daddy had insisted I do all my cheers without panties or bra and you see the size of my tits? Can you imagine the entire school watching them bounce while a 15 year old me tries to belt out “ALL HAIL BRIGADIER GENERAL GEORGE GORDON HIGH – WE GIVE OUR ALL FOR YOU!”

“I was no stranger to public humiliations – and when I saw the things Ted was having you all do – I realized just maybe, that you either remember a little from back then and don’t realize it, or it’s just in your blood.” She looked up at Ted with pride before continuing “I made a decision. I didn’t make too many of those for myself back then. I was eager to learn and change the dumb cunt I was into a smart-Sally. I wanted to learn every word in the book and I did. I began collecting what I thought was art – and I did. I focused on those things instead of raising you properly and as you can see – when you let a dumb cunt make decisions for herself then she often makes the wrong ones. The same one Daisy will make if she walks out that door tonight.”

“Mrrmrfferreememr” Daisy mumbled through the apron in her mouth before Bill pulled it out. “Thank you SIR,” she grunted knowing her mom would insist before letting her make her point. “You say a mistake – I don’t see the upside. I do this until Sunday, and then what? Do it more when Teddy or Catfish say do it more?”

“That’s right – I am a Master too!” Catfish smiled as if he just realized he was a winner of a raffle.

“You’ve not been listening tonight,” Maw-Maw shook her head. “There is a hierarchy amongst Master’s too.”

“You never said that, but I’d imagine Ted is the boss and the others are all his little fish,” Daisy squirmed.

“You are half-correct with your guess – and speaking out of turn,” Maw-Maw chided her daughter. “Ted is the big boss in this little circle –that is true. There are certain responsibilities he has which include deciding who else can enter that circle and who should go.”

Ted puffed up his chest and took a bite of pizza.

“If you are owned though – then that is your big boss and the others have to defer to him and his judgment in matters related to you.”

“And if we ain’t owned by anybody,” Savannah chimed in with a look of skeptical disagreement, “then if Catfish wants to fuck me in the ass or whoever – I gotta do what everybody says?”

“Hell yes,” Catfish agreed with that idea right off the bat and shook his head triumphantly back and forth.

“If Ted wants to assign you to a trainer – he acts like your owner, until a permanent one can be chosen. He breaks you in – nurtures you. You are a little bitch- the expectations on you aren’t as great.”

“Yeah, like I was supposed to just suck dicks – not do full service down at the car wash,” Savannah brought up the concern I had as well.

“I remember the bet and I think you did earn that,” Maw-Maw chuckled. “You are afraid of getting a dick put in you – but I know you’ve had fingers, dildos, bats, even rope. Isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, I guess so,” Savannah admitted begrudgingly. I knew she was a little embarrassed to admit she wanted to remain an actual virgin because she also had a reputation to uphold. Savannah had an ‘old fashioned notion’ that her virginity had meant something. I had as well – but I had given it to Ryan already. I still was in no hurry to be a full service whore.

“You guess or you know?” Maw-Maw asked rhetorically before asking her son if she could stand.

“Yes, but Crystal can stay – I like resting my foot on her back.” Ted gave permission to his mother to stand while resting one of his feet by the dinner table on Crystal’s back.

“Oh, so considerate Master,” Crystal joked but remained on all fours like a dutiful slut.

Maw-Maw rose to her feet after getting permission and took a beer bottle from the dinner table in one hand. She shoved it down her throat to the base and held it there before slowly pulling it back out.

“I learned to do that before I was eleven and I never had one complaint about my cocksucking,” Maw-Maw smiled. She bent at the waist fully – revealing her pink asshole between her dark cheeks and her hairless pussy. I wondered how she had managed to shave it and why she may have continued to do so. It was remarkably wide and yet slender and pink. She revealed both holes quite naturally and intentionally.

She placed the bottle on the ground and then, hovering over it as if sitting on an invisible chair, bent slowly. I heard her knees pop slightly as with some effort she lowered herself and her entire ass over the bottle. She wiggled slightly as if pulling the bottle back and forth to give it some momentum and without the use of her hands was able to clench it with her ass cheeks.

She had to exert equal strained effort trying to stand up straight by arching her back and not using her hands to help her on to her feet. She walked back and forth in the kitchen wiggling the inserted bottle with the power of her ass cheeks alone – but her hips remained stationary.

“I am fucking impressed – you are doing that with just your poop-chute?” Savannah seemed solidly in awe of her step-grandmother.

“Yes I am,” Maw-Maw continued to walk slow and measured, passed our line so that everyone could see what she was doing. “My sister and I had to demonstrate proficiency of this by the time we were ten. If I could not wiggle it independently with my asshole muscles and walk in a straight line I didn’t eat until I got it perfect. My diet as you can imagine was heavily restricted, and will be going forward.”

She turned to walk back into the kitchen and walked straight towards her daughter. She explained that they had pool parties growing up where her sister and her would demonstrate that week’s lessons and progress for her father’s guests.

“The Jacobi’s, Bittermans, and my family would get together for a leisurely Sunday Barbecue around my father’s private pool. They would bring their entire family and my sister and I would high step around the pool deck, just like this in front of my brother’s friends from middle school and all my father’s guests while they swam and had a good time. I suppose it was much like you are doing at the Seminole pool for a bigger audience.”

“You aren’t mad that your brother and his buddies got to have fun and you didn’t?” Daisy couldn’t understand how mother’s tone lacked any bitter resentment. Maw-Maw had described intensely humiliating service while her own brother was allowed to laugh at them and have a good time playing football and eating barbecue.

“No! Of course not,” Maw-Maw added “I was taught to serve, obey, and be of use to my betters. My brother was being taught to take charge of the family business and be a leader. We all had our parts to play and mine was to serve as a training tool and amusing diversion for father’s guests. It was all to make me stronger and more valuable in the long run – something I didn’t actually appreciate until I watched you try to do this and all the mistakes you were making.”

“Mistakes?” Ted ate some pizza and scrunched his nose, like he smelled something foul.

“Mistake, blunder, inadvertence,” Maw-Maw caught herself sarcastically talking down to Ted and apologized. “I am sorry Sir – I’ve spent a long time without the yoke of a real trainer to put me in my place. I meant to say more respectfully that it appeared you were fumbling with a formula to make money, and keep everyone in their place – when your grandfather had perfected one years ago.”

Ted considered his mother’s words carefully and shook his head in agreement.

“I would ask a favor though, Sir?” Maw-Maw asked carefully coming to stand in front of him with the bottle still in her butt – wiggling it as she stood in place like an eager puppy tail. He nodded for her to make her request and she said with eyes downcast, “I was trained to be a dumb cunt – to speak when spoken to and be plain, vulgar, and explicit in my speech as fits a dumb cunt. My mother, sister, and I were expressly forbidden to use big words, such as the ones I do now.”

It seemed for once Maw-Maw was having a little trouble getting the words out, as she made her request known to her son. “Once my discipline ended, I became a verbivore – a lover of words and knowledge because I thought that it would empower me to have an extended vocabulary. It has proven to make me seem pretentious, and half the time no one understands me,” she smiled openly and accepted her self-criticism. “I learned that there are 923 words that break the i before e rule and only 44 that follow the rule. I recognize in Ellen the same desire to follow rules that I had growing up – but language empowered me to break the rules when it suited me. I found it to be a way to rebel against expectations – simply by talking over and above the heads of most men that tried to date me after I was released by O.J.”

Ted nodded and cocked one eye, “What is it you want me to do for you, Maw-Maw?”

“If I am to improve and learn my place, I ask that when I speak out of turn, or use a word that is too grandiloquent for my own good – going forward, that you take a rod and strike me quickly, Sir.”

“Where?” Ted asked looking at his naked mother – as if for the first time – taking in her bare flesh. It was as if he had initially wanted to pretend she were still dressed.

“Anywhere, Master – your choice. Where you feel it will teach me the best lesson and correct my misbehavior. If no rod is at hand, a pop across the mouth with suffice.” Maw-Maw pleaded for the correction but Ted seemed resistant.

“I can hit Daisy, Crystal, Savannah – hell that’s a joy, but I don’t know if I could pop you across the face, Maw-Maw.”

“Please Master? Do it and show me you are capable?” Maw-Maw begged but Ted resisted.

“I don’t want to be a pushy bitch – that doesn’t set a proper example for the others – but I need to know you are ready to lead this family – please hit me across the mouth, Master?” she knelt at his feet with her head at waist level.

“I’ll do it!” Damian volunteered but he was promptly ignored. This was a test for Ted and everyone else knew that much. I could sense Daisy was hoping he could not, because it might mean she’d be released from her commitment when Maw-Maw lost faith in Ted’s ability to back up his harsh words.

“Please Sir? I need it so badly. Please correct me?” Maw-Maw was near tears waiting but Ted found it just too difficult to hit his mom. He was tempted – that much was obvious but it didn’t look like it was in him. “The women of this family are so full of detritus and shame – I need you to administer rigorous justice and teach me before I learn the true meaning of suffering – your hand is the kinder alternative to a mouthy, lazy, sassy bitch!”

“So you DO agree with my Aunt – that subservience is the salvation to your soul?” Delilah spoke, after remaining silent and holding her position – hands over her head the entire time.

“Not entirely dear one,” Maw-Maw looked over her shoulder at the girl. “Your words moved me and reminded me of the lessons I learned in submission and the freedom that comes from having choices made for you – service with a purpose, but it was always all about the profits. We became rich!!!!” Maw-Maw put her meaty hands on her blonde hair and looked up at her son again pleading, “You want to be rich don’t you son? Then hit your Maw-Maw hard in the face – teach me! Discipline me? I beg you. I no longer want what I have become. I submit myself to you and your teaching – show me that you can tame me! Show me that you can discipline me! Slap me hard, son!”

Ted squirmed physically, unable to swing at his mother – he looked like he would have much rather her hit HIM in the face then be asked to strike his own mother.

“I’ve become too smart for my own good – talkative, opinionated, and when nickel words would do I chose to use fifty cent ones. I sought to learn them to elevate myself above my betters – please, slap the milk out of this whore – teach me to fear and respect your authority, Master!” she begged him to show her no mercy, and Ted’s face grew long and fearful that he couldn’t accommodate her plea.

I had rather liked what a smart woman Maw-Maw was – and found her fancy vocabulary to be one of those most endearing qualities she had – but then, I suppose I was too smart for my own good at times as well! At least that is what I’ve been told more than once.

I was shocked by what came next!