Family Feud II

The Family Feud II

Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Family Time”

STAR COUNT:
WENDY: 21
JAMIE: 21

Once the door closed on Steve, and the girls had removed their wet clothes.

Bill and Chris both simultaneously slapped one hand on the girl’s asses hitting them each with a good star on the butt cheeks ceremoniously registering their pleasure with the spectacle they had just witnessed on the lawn..

“Thank you Sir, for this generous award!” Wendy was the first to answer with pleasure “May I go put it on the chart in the kitchen, that I won’t lose it?”

“Yes, but crawl on your hands and feet. Wendy, carry that ‘Toy’ you brought in with you” meaning the rubber dildo. “In your teeth”

“Of course Sure, my place is on my knees” Wendy did her best to hold the cock by the side with her teeth, but eventually just had to stick it end first in her mouth, giving the appearance of a blowjob, puffing her cheeks out obscenely like a girl who had filled her mouth with hot soup.

Jamie’s statement of gratitude was delivered in much the same way except she said “Thank you Sirs, for turning on the sprinklers, so that my introduction to Steve could be more humorous, if not for your forsight, I am sure my performance would have bored you.”

Chris teased “Who says we turned it on?”, knowing full well they had. He hadn’t actually turned it on to help his sister, but when she put it like that, it sounded like he had been generous and thoughtful and he wasn’t about to argue the point while they waddled to apply their stars on the chart in the kitchen.

“Tonight, my family we are going out!” Bill announced from the kitchen as he supervised his wife and daughter in counting their stars.

Before this ‘arrangement’ the family seldom went out together. Jamie’s cheerleading had her at practice and games, her mother was either working late or visiting the gym. Chris and Bill each caught up in their solitary world of video games, porn or just being lazy. They had drifted apart.

There had been a time well over five years ago, that the family only vaguely remembered when they’d load up the family mini-van (This was before Wendy had traded it for a sporty convertible) and would take a trip to a nearby water park, or one of Jamie’s softball games. They’d ate out more often, and gone on trips together but in recent memory, life simply hadn’t given them a chance to do those things together.

That isn’t entirely true. Their perception of how life should be lived, had allowed them to believe they didn’t have to make time as a family together. Bill reinforced that, by saying “Just the four of us, County Fair!! It‘s the first night in town, and most of the rides are half-off.”

“Most of the girls clothes will be half-off, too!” Chris chimed in.

“Bad-dump-bum!” Jamie mimed a drummer giving the traditional rim shot that usually followed the punch line in a comedian’s act.

She had grown comfortable enough being kept naked, that they could joke like that with each other. At first, she’d been on pins and needles about talking out of turn, but Chris and Bill seemed to enjoy the occasional wise-crack from the girls. Especially, if it was gallows humor about their suffering. No one acknowledged that there was a psychological benefit to finding humor in the situation, but it was there, and it helped keep things from getting too serious.

“Yah, yah, wise-crack all you want, but your butt is going in the Anacanda, at least a dozen times tonight, little lady!” Bill teased his daughter, knowing she had tremendous motion sickness and didn’t enjoy circus rides.

“Or til she throws up!” Chris added, being the only one to laugh, followed by a little awkward silence.

“You’ve got a choice” Bill said holding up his packet of gold stars. “We are bringing twenty stars tonight!” he waved them around so that the girls could get excited about the prospect of so many stars in one evening.

“You can agree to do everything we tell you, right now. I am not talking about ordinary protocol. I am talking buffet style, all you can eat.” Bill alluded to the idea that instead of offering stars ala-carte for each game and contest, they could get a flat payment of ten stars. All they had to do was agree to anything they wanted for the night. “If I tell you to sit on a cinnamon sticky bun and keep it on your ass the entire night you do it. If  Chris tells you to eat ham out of a Carnie’s unshaved ass-crack, you do it.”

The girls looked at him blankly, neither jumping at the first offer on the table. They both weren’t entirely willing to write a blank check with their ass without at least hearing option number two.

“Okay, or you can be boring and fuddy duddy, and earn up to ten stars, by doing the dares we think up as we go.” He could tell they still liked the idea despite the way he explained it, because it was after all TEN stars and they only had twenty each.

“Hey, if you take the automatic ten star approach, me and dad may not even come up with ten things for you to do?” Chris advised the girls.

“You? Not come up with AT LEAST ten nasty, stinky, rotten, painful things for us to do, if you have all night AT A COUNTY FAIR? I may be naked and all wet from standing on the lawn in the sprinklers, but I wasn’t born yesterday, Sir” Wendy’s turn to add a little levity to the conversation. She was still holding her rubber dildo, kneeling on the kitchen floor which made her informal comment seem even funnier.

“You know, I kind of like you guys playing in the sprinklers, I may have you do that after you finish sunbathing. It was fun to watch.” Bill said

“I am glad you enjoyed it, Sir” Jamie said with a kind tone, somewhat proud that she had engineered a funny little escapade to amuse her father and brother (and at the same time curtail her own punishment and humiliation).

“The poor Pooper Snoopers, they’ll miss us today!” Wendy smirked, commenting on the boy’s who had routinely been coming to the fence to watch them sunbathe.

“Pooper Scoopers?” Bill asked.

“Pooper SNOOPERS” Wendy corrected, adding “It’s what we call those boys who keep coming to the fence”.

“You invited them over, right?”

“Yes sir, but they were too scaredy cat” Jamie answered, making a slightly feline like face as she did. “That’s their words, not mine, Sir”. She added, they may be informally talking but she didn’t want to sound too familiar and aloof and set her father off.

“They just want to peep, we asked them to come over like you told us Sir. That is why I call them the pooper snoopers, always snooping around.”

“That is a silly name, it doesn’t show your respect for male authority” Bill got serious.

“Well, they are just boys, Sir” Wendy said, still informal in her tone.

“Are all men superior to you two twats?” Bill got serious, “FIRST POSITION!”

The girls snapped into the standing position with legs shoulders width apart, chest out, head straight. Hands placed on ass cheeks pulling them both apart but clenched, and knees slightly bent. Tits thrust out, eyes straight ahead.

“Yes Sir” Wendy and Jamie answered his question in unison.

Bill paced in front of the two girls as if wondering what to do with them. “I wonder if there is a brain in your heads. Here we let you joke around,  speak to us like you are almost our equals, and then you go and like usual, start sounding like complete bitches.”  Bill had become much better practiced at affirmations since he began the practice.

He usually started out discussing a particular theme, and then focused on one girl to answer the questions. Then if he started to feel his thunder fading a little, he’d tag team with Jamie and have him take over. These affirmations had been very effective in managing the girls attitudes, the words seemed to sting them as much as a well placed lash.

That wasn’t entirely true, it wasn’t his words as much. He could yell and bluster, cuss and get angry.

It was when he asked them to think about questions and give answers, that he could tell it was getting the emotional response he wanted.

“Are men superior to women, just because they have the cock, and all you have is a cummy hole?”

“Yes Sir!” Wendy replied crisply as expected.

“Wendy Taylor,  Are you honestly going to stand there like that and tell me that you think all men are superior to women, when you’ve stepped on, walked over, bulldozed when you couldn’t flirt and manipulate your way past them to get where you are in your career?”

Wendy paused, as Bill stood behind her,  watching her. “I felt that way, yes Sir. I now know that men rule, and girls drool. In the Taylor family, men come first.” she said in a mantra-like response that sounded more like a  stock catch phrase.

“You know you are a terrible liar, now that you are naked, right?”

“How so, Sir?”

“When you look men in the eyes, those bright, sparkling eyes of yours, you can tell them what they want to hear. You know what I want to hear and you say it like a dutiful little slut. I’ll grant you that.” He reached out a flinger to tap her on the asshole, that she held apart for the questioning.

“When you lie, your asshole puckers just a little bit. I watch it quiver, and from that I can tell you don’t really believe what you are telling me.”

“It is the rules of the house, Sir. I am sorry if I don’t seem genuine enough when I say it.” She apologized, somewhat confused.

“You say men rule, but then you make up silly names for boys you consider too cowardly to come over the fence.” Bill was tapping her asshole with his finger while he continued his line of questions. “Did you ever think maybe you intimidate them, subconsciously perhaps? You’ve been raised to believe in female empowerment, and you’ve raised this slut to think the same thing”.

Bill jerked Jamie’s wet blonde hair for dramatic effect, causing her to struggle to holdr first position stance, but never taking her hands off her ass cheeks.

“You’ll be far more gracious towards them in the future. You’ll apologize for being such a bitch, and you will redouble your efforts to invite them here, is that perfectly clear, cunt?” he jammed his finger into her ass to make his point.

“Yes Sir!”

“Do I need to award you a star, because you are such a greedy little whore, that you won’t do anything unless extra unless it benefits you and accelerates your being let out of the discipline you so richly fucking deserve?” Bill was getting angry, his finger driving further in his wife’s ass, while his other hand pulling harder on Jamie’s hair.

Wendy pushed back on his finger, allowing her sphincter to grab his finger and ride up to the knuckle, discretely. The last three days she’d had her asshole trained so frequently at work, she’d been lubing it with hand lotion, that it was easy to do, and it seemed to impress Bill.

“You’ve made your point with me Sir, I am a pain in the ass, and for that I deserve a pain in my ass. I am trying to unlearn all my cunt-like ways, but decades of reinforcement can’t be undone in days.”

“Didn’t you expect me and Chris to change in days?” He twisted his finger inside her ass hard, causing Wendy’s eyes to flutter and her heels to rise slowly off the ground as she absorbed the discomfort, then back again.

“Yes Sir, I see now it was an unrealistic expectation, you’ve had a lifetime of reinforcement of attitudes.”

“Yet, you want out of this in two weeks, won’t you just go back to being a mean, stingy, bitch who tries to control everyone?”

“No Sir, I’ll be good.” Wendy promised.

“Why don’t I believe you?” Bill answered skeptically.

“Did you see my asshole pucker, when I said it??“ Wendy asked politely but with a self-assurance to her tone. Bill had just grinned, remembering he’d told how he knew she was lying.

“I promise you Bill Taylor, my Husband, My Teacher, My Tormentor, My Owner, that when this is finished, I will remain by your side, and be the best wife I can be. This experience is teaching me how much I appreciate you and my family. Til Death do us part?”

He pulled his finger out part way, releasing some of the pressure on her ass, and joked slightly “Til Death do us part, huh? You planning to kill me?”

“No sir, not at all. But if I endure another week of this for you, then we can over come anything. If one of us wants out of this marriage, then they have to die. That aint gonna be me. I plan to live!!” Her eyes sparkled, as she teased, as the Taylor’s laughed along with her spunky promise.

Bill was in too good of a mood to continue his affirmations, so he withdrew his finger, put it under his wife’s nose and waited for her to breathe in. Then he slipped it into her mouth slowly, and let her suck it clean before pulling it apart. “Chris your up, then let’s get these bitches ready for the fair!”  turning over the floor to his son.

“Jamie Taylor, you little whore.” Chris addressed his sister as he rose from his chair, while gathering his thoughts about what he wanted to ask her, quickly deciding if he wanted to continue his father’s theme or take things in a different direction. “You’ve been under our thumb for almost a week. Treated like a house pet, paraded around at school as my little bitch. Do you still feel like you did when you agreed to this, that we’ve been fair, and you deserve this treatment for what you did?”

“Yes Sir, I know Mom and I were out of line, and it’s only fair you pay us back for what we did.” she said complacently.

“That is part of the problem.” Chris said curiously. “You have been taking so much of this in stride, like the goody-two shoes you are, that sometimes you bore me, Sis”

Jamie’s expression was of slight disbelief. “Sir, I assure you, I do not enjoy holding my ass cheeks apart, while you and dad pace around us, calling us whores, and treating us like Rosco’s dog shit to be wiped off your shoes. I am doing it because I love you and Dad, and I’ve never been a quitter. I’ve agreed to do something, it is not pleasant, but I am going to do my best to make the most of it, Sir”

The answer surprised Chris. He had wanted to explore a different line of questioning with her, one he would save for another day. Instead, He simply asked “Make the most of it, how?”

“Rather than focus on all the negatives, I will look for the positives, Sir” Chris prompted her to continue. “When you tie me up alone with my thoughts, I reflect on my life choices, and actions. I ask myself if I am a good person. When you, make me face my fears, I try to face them head on. Is my reputation so important that I cannot let my hair down and play in the sprinklers?” she asked rhetorically.

“So you enjoy this treatment?” Chris prodded.

“Oh hell no, Sir” It was Jamie’s turn to garner laughter with her candor. “I’m hating it, I’m hating the videos you have of us, the way other students look at me in the halls, the whooping, Mrs Waxerman’s enema, Oh Gawd, Chris Sir, you have no idea how bad it was.”

“I ate a whole bottle of hot sauce once on a dare, I couldn’t sit down for a week. I know it had to hurt, Sis.” Chris was smiling. He’d expected to do an affirmation that left them in tears, but everyone was in a good mood.

“Well, before we have a love-fest, and start making out. Dad, why don’t we get this show on the road!” Chris said joking about how elevated everyones mood was, sending the girls to shower, clean up, empty their bladders and get ready within a prescribed time limit.