Chapter Ninety-Six

Treat A Lady Like a Horse, and a Horse Like a Lady – and they will always win for you.

We had lined up naked in the morning enough times that now more neighbors were watching. I could see them in the windows and door-ways and I shuddered as I saw a few take camera phones out to snap photos.

Anyone with a cell phone can type in ‘boobies’ to Google and see millions of pictures of them without adding ours to the pile. I think that it was human nature though that these were bare boobs THESE people saw and the fact we were lined up two by two only added to the spectacle.

“Sanderson,” Odd-Jobs admired the neat row he had placed us in and barked for us to look straight forward. “You like what you see?” he asked as if asking him in a neighborly way what kind of siding he had on the side of his trailer.

“I suppose, I just ...” the older man blustered and huffed after being put on the spot. “After what I saw this young lady do last night – I would have thought Maw-Maw’d put a stop to it – but I see that the shenanigans continue,” he stated with faked disgust, while staring intently at us.

“Hey, where are the hats?” Odd-Jobs asked Ted, ignoring the man and his dog. “I got some festive hats and bells – let’s break those out,” he told my brother to go inside and get them. “If we are going to do this – let’s do it right.”

Almost as an afterthought, as my brother headed into the trailer, he told him to send Maw-Maw outside, “Have her bring her broom stick with it – I think Mr. Sanderson wanted to ask her a question.”

We heard Donger squeal with a nervous excitement – but go back to hiding (and masturbating) in plain sight.

Moments later my brother came walking out with Maw-Maw behind him. She was carrying her broomstick and a brown cardboard box marked “Pony gear” in red lipstick. Maw-Maw was completely naked from head to foot except for two fat condoms that had been squeezed around the nubs of her tits to catch the milky substance leaking from it. She stood there as if this were perfectly normal –without the least bit of shame.

“You look naked,” Odd-Jobs stepped out of the driver’s seat of the golf-cart and walked over to the wooden deck to address Maw-Maw.

She nodded politely, “Yes, Master – I am.”

Mr. Sanderson’s little dog began yipping and yapping and straining against the leash to get to her – which in turn caused Zeus and Ares to erupt into barking that had to be quieted down.

“You need a collar to be fully dressed – I’ll have to see to it that you get a proper one – the one you earned,” Odd-Jobs tone was playful – yet there was a trace of loving admiration in his voice that she had impressed him.

I wanted to look at my mother while this was going on but I was too afraid. I expected her to, at some point, start shooting lightning bolts; or at least screaming for us to stop – but she stood quietly. I wasn’t sure if I should consider myself lucky or if this was the eye before the storm returned.

“Get these hats on the bitches – and there are bells – for everyone,” Odd-Jobs instructed my brother and told Mr. Sanderson he could come closer if he wanted – but Mr. Sanderson continued standing on the pavement. He looked over towards the window in his trailer, as if looking over his shoulder at it would absolve him of any wrong doing if he were caught by his wife.

“I think you have put on some weight since I owned you – wouldn’t you agree, slut?” Odd-Jobs asked the insulting question in a polite tone that made it sound twice as harsh. He inspected the condoms that had been wrapped around her fat nipples, already filling with milk. He let a bit of a grin show and it was obvious Maw-Ma had impressed a little.

“Yes Master, I am an old, worthless steatopygic fustilug – a worn out ventripotent yaud.” I thought she had asked for punishment for using those big-words before, but now she strung a whole sentence of them together and did so with no remorse. I had no idea what any of them meant but made a mental note to google them when I had a chance. I was kind of envious at Maw-Maw’s obvious knowledge of obscure words.

Odd-Jobs grinned and looked around at everyone else to see if anyone nodded in understanding. “I don’t think anyone understood a word you just said. You trying to avoid telling Mr. Sanderson you know you are a lard-ass?”

“No, Master – I know I am a fat, stupid cunt and that I hide behind big words – I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to try to talk down to anyone!!” she answered him.

My brother in the mean-time was pulling out cheap replicas of the kind of hats showgirls in Las Vegas might wear. They were glittery and covered in shiny fake diamonds like a tiara with a single red ostrich plume sticking out of the top. He placed one on each of our heads one by one.

He did my mother last. I saw her look at him with a crooked eyebrow – almost as if she couldn’t believe he would dare. She said nothing as he placed it on her head like a crown and pushed it down enough it wouldn’t fall off when we were running.

“You are trying to say we are stupid? Too stupid to understand that fustilug means fat and that yaud is an old worn out mare?” Odd-Jobs was dressing down Maw-Maw, but I saw a trace of a smile cross her face when he knew what those words meant. “You took an interest in words – so I picked up a few here and there,” he admitted without looking at her.

My brother brought around the bells once he had hats on Ryan, Lloyd, and all the females. I heard Sarah call from the window she wanted one but Odd-Jobs insisted she stop watching and go watch TV or something. She ran from the window but was back peeking out moments later.

The bells were the kind of holiday jingle bells that are put on Santa’s sleigh. Each bell had been glued to a metal alligator clip and my brother attached one to each nipple. He started with Crystal and Cricket and when he got to Lloyd and Ryan he put them on around the ribbons.

“Don’t forget to put it on their cocks!” Ted laughed. I heard Ryan gasp a short breath when the clip bit into his balls and Ted laughed even harder. “Hurts doughnut?” he asked while laughing at the pain inflicted on the boy’s nuts.

“No, it feels just peachy, Master!” Ryan’s sarcastic enthusiasm ruined Ted’s fun.

“Don’t call me Master – it’s creepy when you do it. You can call me Sir,” Ted reminded him.

I had missed what Odd-Jobs had said to Maw-Maw while I listened to the exchange between Ted and Ryan. It was clear he was punishing her now. “You will exercise in the yard just like that,” he told her. Maw-Maw was curling the broom handle under her tits like a weight lifter and each time lifting them up high and bringing them down. “The neighbors can’t understand a word you say – you can SHOW them you are working on losing weight so you aren’t an eye-sore around here.”

“Yes Master, may I do other exercises while you are gone – or just this one?” Maw-Maw answered with a determined grunt as she lifted her massive tits –revealing the soft skin underneath.

“Sanderson,” Odd-Jobs regarded the older man. “You tried to date Maureen after I released her didn’t you?” I didn’t even think Maw-Maw had a real name – but I suppose Maureen explains why they shortened it to Maw-Maw.

“I mean...,” Sanderson nervously looked around, “That is going back a few years. I am married now. I don’t – you know, I mean,” he stuttered nervously and looked over at the window of his trailer for signs of his wife and back at Maureen.

“You ever fuck Mr. Sanderson, Slut?” Odd-Jobs asked his slave while she practiced lifting her tits for him in rhythmic time. At the same time – my brother was clipping my nipples with tiny alligator clips. They had little grooves that functioned as ‘teeth’ and were designed for electrical wiring but worked on skin just the same. It felt like an ant-bite which wasn’t all together the most unpleasant.

It was the fact that my brother had to grab a handful of tit-meat to apply the clipped bell around the red-bows and my mother was standing right next to me, while we both stood nude in the street of a trailer park.

I looked at Conner for a trace of what he was going to do when it was mother’s turn. He looked back at me with a lost, worried look in his eyes – He obviously hadn’t expected this turn of events either.

“No, Master,” Maureen explained, “I was stingy with sex once I was free to give it away. It became a precious commodity I wouldn’t dole out on just anyone. I liked Mr. Sanderson but I used him for free dinners and to help pay some bills when I was on my own – that was all.”

I felt my brother grab my other tit and let the pain from the clip take my mind off thoughts about what my mother was going to say to both of us when it was her turn.

“Why did you do that, Maureen?” Odd-Jobs was giving her a kind of affirmation while she worked out naked in the center of the yard.

“I saw him as a spineless jellyfish – easily manipulated and controlled and I didn’t respect that, Master.” Maureen didn’t seem apologetic at all for being honest – and Mr. Sanderson looked horrified and ashamed.

“That hurt Mr. Sanderson’s feelings,” Odd-Jobs said at the same time as my brother used two fingers to hold the top of my pussy lips and let the clip slice into them. “You did it because you were a vain bitch who thought you could do better – isn’t that a more truthful answer – one that puts the responsibility for who did what back on your shortcomings and not his?”

“I was a vain bitch, Master,” she admitted as my brother slowly walked in front of my mother. “I couldn’t do better – than you though!” she answered sweet and plain.

“Mom, uh...,” Conner cleared his throat and it interrupted the exchange between Odd-Jobs and Maureen. He didn’t expect everyone’s attention on him as he faced her nervously. “I have to...” he started to say.

I know I hadn’t expected Mom to line up with me without freaking out and I wasn’t sure yet what Conner had thought about it. He had almost seemed amused early on, but now he was obviously sensitive and worried about our mother’s reaction to what he had to do to prep her for the walk.

“I know, honey – I mean Sir,” my mom swallowed and looked straight ahead bravely. “Just hurry up and get it over with, okay?” she volunteered.

He held the alligator clip between his fingers and pointed it at her nipples. “It’s going to go here – okay?” He sounded nothing like the authoritative task master he had been playing at the pool. I couldn’t blame him – I was scared just standing next to them. I was too scared to even look sideways and watch.

“For fuck’s sake,” Ted complained and lashed out his fishing pole whip at my brother – narrowly missing him. “You really draw this shit out – just put the fucking jingle bells on her boobs or I’ll name you pussy-boy number two and you can join her!”

Conner was flustered. I expected mom to chomp his head off the moment he put his hands on her!

“Go ahead, Conner,” my mom offered with sadness in her voice. A second lash from Ted’s fishing pole line stung my mom on the butt and she yelped. Her hands had been tied behind her back when she was harnessed on the line with the rest of us so she couldn’t move to stop either of them even if she had wanted to do so. “I mean, Sir,” she rolled her eyes – she was playing along with this charade but why?

Conner gingerly attached the clip without mauling or kneading her breasts the way he had the others.

“Come on! Pussy Boy!” Ted urged my brother. I thought Conner might fire back that Ted should do the same to Maw-Maw since Ted seemed to have his own problems dealing with his own mother but my brother quietly and very delicately applied the clip.

“That wasn’t so bad,” she commented while he attached the second one to her other tit. “I thought it was going to crush it – I am so sorry you have to do this Conner,” Mom seemed consigned to let this happen and I couldn’t understand why!

“Can we skip the last one though?” Conner asked Ted, “It is her first day.”

“Shit, my first day you all treated me like everybody else,” Cricket crowed at the unfairness of playing exceptions.

“You see what you are doing?” Ted groaned, “If you start playing favorites, then soon everyone is going to bitch and we’ll have a breakdown of discipline. This is a business, Son – do it or take your fucking clothes off and you can run behind the god-damned cart with Daisy and wiggle your ass while Boogie blows his God-damned horn.”

“Dug-a-doo-doo-doo dug-a-doo-doo-doo-doo!” as if by cue the white van that often followed us through the park showed up behind us and honked an old Redneck version of Dixie to let us know he was ready for us to go.

I had to look now.

My brother’s face was pained. He was weighing his options – it was too weird to touch mom and I totally understood that. He was willing to give up everything and undress and join us all as bitches like Ryan and Lloyd and I could see that in his face.

He looked over at me and I implored him not to do it – not to mom. A part of me wanted him to experience it – and I wasn’t sure how much of that was motivated by the fact he’d have a new appreciation for how hard he could be on us when he had to do it. I could tell Daisy certainly did.

I think a part of me also realized that if he did then I would no longer be “owned” by him and under his protection. Under Maw-Maw’s system – most of us had a primary master and my brother was mine. I probably would suffer much worse under someone else.

“If Ellen can take it – so can I.” My mom settled it for him with an exasperated sigh before he had to make up his mind. A part of me was relieved to hear my mom say that, but another part was deeply offended. She was essentially saying she was much tougher than me and if I could do it – then she certainly could! “Go ahead, sir.”

Conner clipped the bell on my mom’s clit with his forefinger and thumb in one hand and it was done in an instant. O.J., Catfish, and Ted applauded that it was finally done and my brother quickly moved on to Savannah.

“God damn,” she declared, “you didn’t agonize that much over snipping that thing on MY pussy. You just fucking grabbed and...” my brother cut her off mid-sentence by grabbing her tongue after he finished attaching her clit bell. He attached another bell to her tongue and once again the guys applauded that as well.

“We definitely need to talk after this, Ellen,” my mom whispered while my brother finished up on the girls and Odd-Jobs made final arrangements with Maureen.

Talk? I expected it to be her screaming and me listening. I assumed she was letting her anger burn and simmer. I knew I was in for something when that talk finally happened and I just nodded.

“You guys go ahead and set up,” Odd-Jobs talked to the guys, “I’ll stay here and play with my new toy. We need to get re-acquainted and she needs to learn her morning exercise routine.”

“You are needed down at the pool though, Master,” she explained that she’d instituted, “Plantation rules – and no one knows them better than you.”

“Plantation rules?” O.J. smiled at the old term. “It’s been a long time since anyone mentioned those. We do have some newbies – I need to go over the rules with Patricia and Cricket, obviously. Treat A Lady Like a Horse, and a Horse Like a Lady – and they will always win for you,” The last bit sounded like a quote from long ago he was reciting.

“We got this, DAD!” Ted smirked and lashed out with the whip at the front ranks where Delilah and Cricket were positioned while my brother ran back to the cart to jump in. Ted hit the gas pedal on the cart and we lurched forward at a march.

I FULLY expected Mom to protest at this point but surprisingly she reluctantly lurched forward with the rest of us. She had to, or Ryan and Lloyd would kick us in the ass as they moved forward. I knew she was willing to help at the car wash – but surely she would not put up with this treatment to just ‘lend a hand’? I really didn’t want to think about it.

“Knees up, Mom!” I whispered and she nodded but didn’t really understand how high our knees had to go until she saw the rest of us bringing them up almost to our waist. It was a slow procession – not a jog and we were expected to keep step with each other or be smacked. There was so much I had to tell her – where to even begin and would she even believe it. I didn’t want to tell her though – I was happy that she wasn’t biting my head off; and yet, at the same time, her not biting it off made me even more worried.

If she screamed and protested what we were doing I would have expected that and been done with it. The reason she was tolerant and passively lifting her knees when I told her that is how we walked – filled me with uneasy questions.

I could see Odd-Jobs smile when we pulled away. I had seen him be friendly and smile a lot – ever since the first time I met him and he rode after me in that very same golf-cart when I had lost my clothes at the rock quarry. I had seen him grin, guffaw, chuckle, and laugh, but I had never seen him smile quite like this.

It was like the kind of smile the father of a new born has the first time someone comes and tells him he has a healthy baby boy and his friends all congratulate him on his first born.

“I know you do, SON!” I heard him say as we began high stepping in tandem slowly down Glory Hill towards the pool.