rural_randy wrote: ↑Sat Apr 08, 2023 1:36 pm
This is quite an interesting development. It opens the door to a lot of opportunities for sexy situations. And its been done in a believable way. Lucy needs her attitude corrected and Mikey's control re-established. Its also great to bring the mom back in to the picture. She needs to be involved more. Having her forced to wear revealing cloths as a booth girl or sales woman can certainly up the prurient interest to the story. More interaction with both Lucy and the mom showing off could create interesting dynamics. In general, a lot of these chapters set up situations. Hope that you can turn these situation into many more believable, sexual thrills. For now, looks like you are setting Lucy up for something big next. Thanks for the story.
I'm always interested when a reader points out the foreshadowing going on. It's a delicate balance between current events (what people want) and finding a way to naturally mix in tidbits of which setup future payoffs (some, long into the future). And I never can tell if I'm being too obvious or obtuse with it.
I don't think it's too much of a spoiler to confirm that mom does eventually take a degrading job as a booth babe (this one gets a whole chapter with Lucy ending up having to join in, too). Several developments introduced in this chapter change things in important ways. Mikey being the house disciplinarian is notable, as are Lucy's forays into both cheerleading and gardening. But there are others. Setting up a visit to Aunt Julie in Chicago (the ghetto carnival) is a good example, and a very subtle one that might end up being more consequential to the overall plot in the long run is Lucy breaking her jogging habit.
Dare Me - Chapter 13 - Hardship Study Buddy (Part 14)
Keeping a stern face, I watched Lucy sweep up the broken glass. While she worked, I debated whether she had been punished enough for her crime or if her egregious behavior warranted further disciplinary action. I could still see the red tint on her bottom where my solitary spank had landed. But it was already fading back to her normal porcelain skin color and would be completely gone in another minute. But the lesson would surely stick with her for much, much longer.
She was slowed by having to step carefully and keep her eyes trained on the floor to protect her bare feet. At one point, she did look up to ask a question.
"Aren't you supposed to be taking your test right now?"
I would be if I wasn't stuck babysitting my insolent little sister.
"Don't worry about that. Just keep sweeping," I replied sternly.
My answer did not satisfy her. The sooner I passed my test, the sooner her dare was over, and she could get on with...you know. It occurred to me that her arousal was not dissipating fast enough for comfort. In fact, it was very possible all that pent-up frustration was contributing to her irritation and animus toward mom that morning. So, she had a keen interest in knowing how much longer she would have to endure the sexual pressure inside her which she wasn't allowed to relieve otherwise.
"But...you said you were going to go first thing and pass your test," she started to whine.
"I changed my mind. I'm allowed to do that. Or do I have to run all my decisions by you, now?" I challenged.
Realizing she was pushing her luck; she shut her mouth and went back to sweeping. Working with care, she was able to get all the glass pieces swept up. As she was putting the broom away, I softened and started to convince myself to go easy on her. Boy did that turn out to be a mistake!
I expected her to return to the kitchen and ask for further instructions. I intended to give her one more verbal warning before releasing her for the day. But after a few minutes, when she didn't return, I had to go looking for her. Walking down the hall, I was remined about the muddy tracks still on the wooden floor and why mom and Lucy had started arguing in the first place.
Then I heard a familiar sound coming from the living room. The cheer tape! Sure enough, I found her in the living room dressed in her cheer accessories following along with her training video. I crossed the room, reaching the television in four ominous strides. Turning it off and ejecting the tape, I turned to face her.
"Who said you could be finished?" I asked.
"I thought you said to sweep up the glass," she replied, her voice dripping with a syrupy innocence. A feeble excuse.
"Yeah, but mom said to clean up the rest of your mess, too. You didn't listen to her and just went off to do whatever you wanted instead. So, now I want you to mop every single room on the first floor that isn't carpeted," I decreed.
"Mikeeey, that's too hard," she argued, "I don't know how. Plus, we don't even own a mop! Can't you help me?" Punctuating her question, she absently folded her hands together in front of her in a pleading gesture and fluttered her eyelashes at me.
I was briefly distracted by the way it subtly pulled her breasts together adorably and caused them to stick out further. She was doing it again! Yes, it appeared to be involuntary. But I was on to her. She was using her feminine charms to persuade me into helping her. So much for going easy on her.
"NO," I shot back angrily, "You made the mess by yourself, and you're going to clean it up by yourself. Now, stop trying to come up with excuses. I want you to march right over to Mr. Beski's house and ask to borrow his mop. I'm sure he would be glad to loan it to you."
When she didn't start moving right away, I added, "or would you rather I come up with some other punishment?"
She glanced down at my spanking hand and jumped into action. I watched her retreat from the room then heard the front door slam. Satisfied, I sat down to again await her return. Sure, it was mildly humiliating to make her walk over to Mr. Beski's house and ask to borrow a mop without any clothes on. But she had been naked around him plenty of times and I knew she could handle the short walk.
It wasn’t very long at all before the front door opened and closed once again. In fact, it wasn't nearly long enough. Lucy rushed back into the room panting and with a look of fear in her eyes.
"Where's the mop?" I asked, not bothering to mask the irritation in my voice. Was she really trying to defy me?
"I can't, Mikey," she explained, "there are cars in Mr. Beski's driveway. Like he has a bunch of visitors right now, or something. I can't go over there. Not like this...please!"
Curious, I went outside onto the porch and looked down the street. Sure enough, his driveway, even the street in front of his house, was full of cars I didn't recognize. Apparently, her dare was interfering with her ability to complete the task as assigned. Normally, that wouldn’t be my problem to solve. But I hadn't intended to send her over naked in front of a bunch of people she didn't even know and try to borrow a mop.
"How about a trade?" I offered, "I'll get your mop, but you have to do something else for me."
"Please, Mikey," Lucy called out breathlessly from the relative safety of the cracked front door, "I'll do anything. Just don't make me go over there right now!"
"Are you sure?" I teased, "anything sure does cover a lot of things."
She nodded vigorously. Trading favors with me in the middle of a dare was a pretty stupid thing to do. It ended up costing her dearly. But she was desperate. Before her panting progressed into a full-on panic attack, I offered my terms.
"OK, fine, calm down. I'll get your stupid mop," I said. Then, looking her seriously in the eyes, I added, "but in exchange, some things are gonna change around here. To start, enough with the entitled princess routine. I want to see the normal, pleasant, Lucy greet me when I get back. No more snarky outburst, no more arguing, and no more attitude, got it?'
With one more heaving breath, she brought herself under control and said "yes".
"Good. If you can keep it up for the rest of the day, I might decide to take my test tomorrow. But no promises. Now, I'll be right back. I suggest you use the time to compose yourself. There better be a perfect little helpful angel waiting for me."
She nodded again, and as I headed across the street, I abandoned the dream of taking my test that day. It was worth waiting to get the old, docile Lucy back. Maybe she could help me study a little after she had finished mopping. And if she behaved, I could let her watch her cherished cheer video for a while. Hell, I wouldn't turn down another chance to watch Nikki and her squad hit the showers.
There were indeed strange cars at Mr. Beski's house. When his daughter, who was as old as mom, answered the door, she looked like she had been crying. I asked to borrow his mop, and when she retrieved it, she explained that Mr. Beski had taken a turn for the worse and was currently in hospice care. I was so naive, I thought that meant he had gone to the hospital for a while. Had I known he was dying, and I that I would never see him again, I might have gotten a little more choked up. Instead, I merely gave condolences and offered to bring them a bouquet courtesy of Blooms by Lucy.
"That's so sweet of you, young man," she answered. "Stephen has always spoken fondly of your family; particularly you and your sister. You've both been so kind to him in his later years, visiting and spending so much time with him. You two are truly a blessing. Stephen said you were studying to get your hardship license so you can get a job and help out your family. I think that's just wonderful!"
"Yeah, um, no problem," I fumbled over my response. After giving her an awkward, nodding smile, she mercifully continued. "In fact, he made his wishes very clear that he wants you to have his car. I can't think of a better home for it. As soon as you get your license, it's yours!"
Holy shit!
"Wow, I...I don't know what to say! Thanks, uh, ma'am. I mean, thank you, so much! And, if there's..um, anything you need from us..."
"Well, there is one thing," she replied, "my family has gathered from all over, and, as you can see, things are pretty hectic around here. We don't even have all our sleeping arrangements figured out yet! Since it's just the two of you and your mother, I don't suppose you have a little extra room for the night. My Joey is about your sister's age, and I believe they've even met once before. Would you be willing to let him stay the night at your house? It would sure help us out to free up some floor space."
Holy, holy shit!
Joseph Beski spending the night at our house in the middle of Lucy's dare? This was working out better than I could have ever imagined!
"We're happy to help," I replied cheerfully, "in fact, why don't you go ahead and send him over? I'm sure Lucy would love to see him again. He can spend the whole day with us!"
Kind of sad that we won't get to see more of Beski. I don't typically care for adults in these stories, but he was a good contribution to the evolution of our characters.
jojo12026 wrote: ↑Sat Apr 08, 2023 7:46 pm
Nicely done! Joey is spending the night and mom is gone overnight. This should stoke the diamond factory....
It could also be a potential control issue if Lucy “convinces” Joey to help her with either of her problems (“)downstairs(”).
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It's so good to see Mikey overcome his slump. Getting his foot on the pedal again and showing that it is his terms that Lucy has to comply to. Since Joseph has already had a very close encounter with a naked Lucy, looks like Mikey is going to up the ante and make her perform some humiliating tasks with/ for him. More please .
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