CHAPTER 16:
“You are supposed to be punished; not do things you would enjoy! That does remind me though, Buffalo Butt. I want to meet your boyfriend when we get back to Raleigh and watch you tell him how you offered to take care of the assistant to the manager and regale him in stories about all of the men you dated while you were on vacation. The same goes for you Freckles. I am looking forward to meeting the infamous Pod.”
I groaned over the idea of my mom making me confess to Pod what I had done. I am sure she would. I wondered what he thought of me. Lindsay seemed really pissed off by the idea of her boyfriend finding out. I got the impression there was someone else at work she also didn’t want to know about the punishment.
It wouldn’t have surprised me if Lindsay was seeing two guys at the same time and playing them against each other.
Lindsay pretended to choke and die rather than be exposed to her boyfriend as a slutty cheater, liar and thief.
“Oh, no. You aren’t going to escape your punishment that easily. I’ll resuscitate you and send you butt naked to the hospital!” Mom chuckled.
The punishment my parents gave us had started to feel like fun and games on some level. I know that sounds strange. My parents called it “Loving Domestic Discipline”. A term they said was intended to imply that they loved us, but they didn’t love our behavior. The correction was supposed to be unpleasant so that we wouldn’t want to do it again. They had always believed in that when they gave us spankings. My mom said that our behavior had taken things to extreme, so they were applying domestic discipline extremes.
It was strange – it felt like I was being punished, but I always felt like I was part of my family and that the discipline was not more than I could handle or deserved. As I said, there were times it also felt like fun and games and that was surreal. I suppose it helped that my big sister had to endure it alongside me. That made it easier to not feel singled out.
My ass still stung from the spanking and I was humiliated wearing only panties in front of my family but telling Pod about any of my sordid deeds or the extent of the discipline I received was too much.
Patton eventually left, but Mr. Johnson hung around. Mom took my sisters and me to the shower. I was barefoot and only wore a pair of white panties. I didn’t even have a towel with me. Mom made me carry my soap in my mouth.
Lindsay was in her “string bikini” and dildo. Mom didn’t tell her she couldn’t wear sandals, so she did. Ruthie wore her normal t-shirt and panties and followed along with us. She had a towel and her normal shower stuff.
The showers were not that busy, but there were enough people that they noticed how little we had on when we arrived. Savannah Bates was there taking a shower. Her huge pregnant belly was obscenely bloated, and her tits looked swollen, even her ass cheeks looked like two giant balloons.
She scoffed at us when we started to undress. Lindsay kept the dildo in her pussy to shower.
“I wanted to talk to you about something that happened yesterday between your sons and my daughters,” My mom approached Savannah as she was drying off.
“Yeah, I heard about it. Whatever your cock teases said was a lie. My boys are good boys,” Savannah snorted. Her reaction made my mom defensive.
“They told me they tricked your boys into thinking they would get oral sex, one of my daughters showed them her naked body, got them to lotion her up at the pool, and then the boys got angry when they realized my daughters were teasing them. I just wanted to make sure they apologized to you and if you are okay with it, I’d like to bring them by later and make them apologize to the boys. That was not acceptable.”
Savannah looked genuinely confused. In her world, nobody does anything unless they want something, and she was immediately skeptical of my mother’s intentions. “Your girls gonna blow them after all?”
Mom was taken aback by that question. She knew Savannah was rough and raunchy, but she didn’t expect her to ask that question.
“No, I am afraid I wouldn’t allow that to happen. I just want them to apologize for leading them on yesterday. If you are uncomfortable with that I completely understand. My daughters got out of hand, and they are being punished for it today.”
“Yeah, this little snot accused me of stealing her towel,” Savannah said. Mom recognized our towel hanging up on a peg above Savannah’s things. Stealing our towel didn’t sit well with my mom but she was willing to overlook it rather than confront Savannah over something silly like a stolen towel. “She also danced around with that thing hanging out of her, and now I see your older daughter is just walking around with it in her snatch in front of everybody.”
“I am sorry about that. I am actually MAKING Buffalo Butt wear that dildo like a swimsuit in public. They got caught playing with it and showed my sons and your sons. They are going to be punished for the rest of our vacation and I just wanted them to apologize as part of that. Don’t worry, their dad and I spanked their asses, and we’ll keep doing it until they learn their lessons,” Mom promised her.
Savannah was about to say something crass. She opened her mouth like a crow about to shriek something in her southern accent. Then she stopped and tried to process what my mother just told her about us. Mom chose that time to make us apologize to her and introduce ourselves.
Lindsay and I were both naked in the shower except my sister was wearing her dildo.
“This may seem silly, but I am not calling them by their names today. Girls introduce yourself and tell them what you did to deserve to be punished,” she said.
“My parents call me Buffalo Butt, because I have a bubble butt and my name was Lindsay Butts,” she admitted to chuckles from the Bates family. “I used to have the privileges to come and go as I please, but for the rest of the vacation, my parents are going to punish me the way I punished my sister yesterday. I shouldn’t have done that, but they have every right to give me a taste of my own medicine.”
Savannah could barely contain her depraved laughter. It was really a natural cackle of sorts. She really enjoyed it when other people were humiliated and degraded. Lindsay’s fall from grace seemed to butter Savannah’s bread.
“I punished my sister yesterday and humiliated her in public. I used your sons to help me do that and teased them. I cheated on my boyfriend. I also showed my siblings and your sons my dildo and made my sister use it on herself to punish her. That’s why I have to wear it out in the open” she pointed to her crotch.
“You also tricked a guy at the pool. Tell Savannah about that,” Mom held up the things my sister stole. She brought them in a wicker purse full of sunblock. My mom showed them the phone and the watch.
“Yesterday, I told your sons to lotion up my sister because I knew they’d focus on her tits and ass. It distracted a guy that I was talking to, and I stole his phone, his watch, and his wallet. My mom is going to make me apologize to him and give it all back if he is at the pool.”
“Why?” Savannah asked in a deep country accent that accentuated the word. “All that would happen is he might call the police. He doesn’t know you took it, does he?”
“No Ma’am,” Lindsay answered Savannah.
“Then I say that one might be better left alone. That’s probably about two thousand dollars worth of stuff there,” Savannah eyed it greedily.
I realized that Savannah was who my mom did not want us to turn into. I suspected she invited her so we might see what a conniving, miserable person she really was and realize we shouldn’t go down that path in life. If so, it was a smart move because I felt more guilty than ever before.
“It’s going back and if he calls the police, we’ll deal with that,” Mom decided. Savannah and Chet shook their heads in disbelief and their sons snickered and laughed at my mother for her honesty.
It was my turn to confess and introduce myself. “My name was Katie Butts, I guess I am Freckles Butts now until I earn the name that I dishonored back. I encouraged my sister to punish me yesterday, because I wanted to get her in trouble with Mom and Dad. I tricked my parents into leaving so that she’d have to stay home and miss out on going jet skiing with a guy she was seeing here. I sent a bunch of naked pictures of myself to my family while I masturbated. I lied and manipulated, and the list is probably too long to tell it all, but I also think the punishment is fair and I am sorry to your sons for letting them think I would suck their cocks.”
Mom looked shocked when I said, “Suck cocks” but Savannah wasn’t. She didn’t accept either of our apologies and laughed right in my face.
Mom seemed pleased that we had done what she wanted even if Savannah wasn’t moved by it. “I’ll let you get back to your vacation,” she said.
“Vacation? We live here year-round,” Savannah said. She quickly dried off with MY towel, put my shirt back on (she had shredded it and treated it like a half-shirt), MY sandals and grabbed her sunglasses and left.
My mom permitted me to put my panties on, but she didn’t let me dry off. They were soaked and see-through by the time that I left the shower. “Just be lucky I do not make you rip them up into a thong. I think the fact that they look like little girl panties is part of why you get away with being topless.”
My sister had it much worse anyway. She was the one people noticed when we were walking. Everyone stared at her for a variety of reasons – none of which flattered her. Most people clearly thought she was an attention whore and a slut. They only disagreed about whether that was amusing or depraved.
When we arrived at the pool, it was another perfect summer afternoon in Myrtle Beach. The fenced in community pool could easily seat about 60 people but only half that number were at the pool. Most were swimming or relaxing and talking. There were a few kids my own age in the pool and in the splash pool. A dozen or so adults were in the hot tub under a wooden cabana off to the side. Kids my age weren’t generally allowed in there.
My sister’s eyebrow-raising suit gained a lot of immediate attention. She wasn’t quite naked, but she might as well have been because there was almost nothing left to the imagination. Her stubby nipples weren’t quite covered by the material, and most people realized the U-shaped object in her crotch was not bikini bottoms.
People were murmuring, pointing, laughing, and generally either appeared amused or disgusted by my sister’s outfit. The good news (for me) was that I seemed like any ordinary young girl who happened by in bikini bottoms.
Mom made us look for Jim, but he was nowhere to be found. She told my sister to wait for him and my siblings to have fun in the pool. Ruthie popped her shirt off and began to run into the pool.
“Ruthie, you can keep your shirt on,” Mom reminded my sister.
“Yeah, but I don’t have to take it off, right? It gets full of water and makes it hard to swim!”
Mom shrugged it off. Surprisingly, my little sister and I weren’t the only topless girls at the pool that afternoon. Two topless Hispanic girls a little younger than me splashed around near their parents.
The Bates brothers were at the pool as well. This wasn’t a big surprise. Boys like them were either out hurting animals, getting into trouble or trying to find ways to perv on women. My sister and I were now very easy targets. They came over to meet us and ignored my mother entirely. They had to recognize her from the cabin.
“Hey, it’s Freckles!” Bart cornered me right away. I looked at my mom. My mom let me twist nervously before intervening.
“I just spoke to your mother,” Mom said the words that almost every kid hates to hear. They froze in place and waited for some bad news. “I explained that my daughters teased you and made them apologize to her. I expect them to apologize to you.
My mom made us repeat the same admission of guilt we gave to their mother, but it was lost on Gerald. They weren’t interested in me, but they salivated for my sister. She was busting out of the sliver of cloth masquerading as a bikini top and they already knew the thing in her pussy was a dildo.
“It’s not a BJ, but since Buffalo Butt let your boys put lotion on her little sister yesterday,” Mom offered to let Savannah’s sons put lotion all over Lindsay. Lindsay wasn’t particularly amused by that and genuinely looked angry. I think it was the first time the punishment really started to sink into her that this was not a joke.
The Bates brothers descended on my big sister like two jackals taking down a slow moving gazelle. She was barely on her back in a pool chair when the two of them began sliming up her tits with their fingers. They thought nothing of their modesty.
“Was that how your sister felt yesterday?” My mom asked rhetorically as she clicked the remote control that turned the vibration function on to maximum intensity and left my sister to endure pokes, finger jabs, and the lusty attention of two teenage boys about my age.
“What should I do, Ma’am?” I asked as I stood close to my mother. Mom wasn’t sure what to do with me. I think she was having doubts about spanking me out in the open in front of all of these people. She also knew my panties would be see-through the moment I got in the water.
“You can rub suntan lotion on me and then I will do it to you,” she said. I want to make it very clear that my mother always had an annoying habit of applying suntan lotion aggressively, but it was never sexual or arousing in any way. In fact, quite the opposite.
She rubbed it on thoroughly like it was a chore. It was incredibly embarrassing when I had on my Sandy Cheeks one piece at the beach. People thought I was a silly little girl whose mother had to make sure she got lotion in my armpits and all around my butt cheeks.
Perverts will always stare when that happens even if it is a perfectly innocent but annoying moment like that when your mother applies suntan lotion to you. Mom did it to all of us except for Lindsay.
Mom was the kind of person that would lick her finger and use it to make Lucas’s cowlick stay flat or wipe some grape jelly off of his face. She didn’t care that we didn’t like it.
She applied the lotion the same way but since I was wearing sheer white cotton panties and nothing else, it did feel different. Several men gawked at us. Mom was usually oblivious. This time I felt like she noticed their stares but didn’t acknowledge them.
Every now and then Mom would stop rubbing me down and watch the boys tickling Lindsay’s ribs until she was hysterically begging for them to stop, or she’d piss herself. It went a long way as a distraction because most people were watching her hijinks if they were watching either of us.
When it was my turn to do mom, she lay flat on her belly and undid her one-piece in such a way that her entire back was exposed while her butt remained calm. I had to climb up between her knees and rub lotion on her.
There was nothing sexual about this other than my secret feelings of arousal about getting punished in public. Some men were also turned on by a nearly naked girl touching her mother’s bare back with white-creamy lotion. I know what it looked like.
Mom used the excuse of me applying sunblock to make me perform a deep tissue massage. “I have a knot under my left shoulder blade. Yes, deeper! Harder. That’s it,” she said. It probably sounded sexual, but it was just my mother luxuriating in the sun while I worked my ass off to give her a relaxing massage.
“This feels good, you can do it harder,” she finally spoke. I thought she almost fell asleep. “I could get used to this. It’s too bad your punishment ends at the end of vacation.”
“I can massage your back when we get home, Ma’am,” I reminded her as I used the sides of my hands to karate chop across her shoulder blades to tenderize her skin. She liked that but preferred me to rub in small circles.
“You CAN, you always COULD but you never offer.”
“You could always tell me to do it, Mom,” I said. I forgot to call her ma’am. Mom was in such a relaxed state that she either let it slide or didn’t notice.
“I’d prefer not having to ask,” mom said. I had told her to tell me to do it – not ask me to do it. However, she didn’t seem to get the distinction.
I told her that I said she could tell me to do it – like now. I moved to the center of her back and worked my way down her spinal column trying to relieve her stress.
“Your backrubs are good, but I’d rather you not do really awful things just so that I can punish you by making you rub my back.”
“This isn’t a punishment, Mom,” I said.
Mom was being casual with me. She dropped her gruff mama-bar disciplinarian persona and allowed herself to talk to me much more conversationally during the massage. It was nice to have a 1 on 1 conversation with her.
My mom told me that she knew that I was embarrassed that I had to massage my mom in public. “I knew you were humiliated by the one-piece swimsuit. I knew you got embarrassed when I rub lotion on you. Sometimes I do it just to see your reaction because it is a little funny.”
“Mom!” I punched her back with my two upraised knuckles. I didn’t slam my first down hard, but it was hard enough to let her know that I was offended.
“Hey, do that more, but use both hands and go straight across my back,” My mom chuckled. She is a sturdy woman and didn’t even flinch. She added “Hey, I saw your reaction today when Dad invited that old man and Patton to come watch you get spanked in the mornings. You may have fooled them with that hang-dog expression and puppy-dog eyes, but you wanted them to watch you get spanked.”
“No, I did not,” I objected but not as seriously as I should have. I pounded my mother’s back with rapid-fire micro punches designed to knead her back like I was trying to make bread out of it.
“I think she doth protest too much,” my mom chuckled. “I know your dad doesn’t get it, but I saw this look in your eyes that I recognized this morning. I was a little worried the first time I saw it. Let me demonstrate,” Mom said. I waited for a moment for her to do something, but she stopped moving and let me continue my massage.
“OW! Dammit Freckles!” my mom shrieked in pain and grabbed her shoulder. I was afraid I had accidentally hurt her. I hadn’t punched any harder than I normally did but I must have hit a sore spot. “I told you not to touch my shoulder! Get up this instant!”
Mom laced up her one-piece as she stood up so that her boobs didn’t pop out. I must have really popped her shoulder out because mom had to struggle to put it on.
Mom made me take down my panties, bend over and grab the lounger. I already had my panties around my ankles before I could process what was happening. She gave me a tongue lashing about being careless.
“I don’t care who sees your dirty little tush! It might encourage you to wipe it a little more if you know somebody might see it!” Mom gave me several hard slaps on my butt in a rapid-fire with the palm of her hand to the cadence of how I punched her back. “Now, let’s see how sore your butt is! You knew I hurt my shoulder!”
“I didn’t, Ma’am,” I pouted in confusion.
“You don’t listen! I told you a hundred times. I am going to throw out my other shoulder trying to spank you hard enough to get your attention!”
Blood was rushing to my face and butterflies were coming out of my tummy to invade all parts of my body. Why was my mother suddenly doing this? She seemed erratic. Had she suddenly remembered she was supposed to punish me today?
“Sir, I hate to ask this, but you look like you have a strong arm, and you know how to use it. Would you be kind enough to give my daughter’s sweaty butt 10 more hard ones? If not, I am going to make her stay like she is until we leave the pool”
Mom picked a guy with a thick mustache and a bald head. He definitely looked like a guy who did hard work like construction or worked with his hands. I say this because his hands were calloused and felt like sandpaper. They were large enough to cover most of my ass and each time he spanked me, he pushed down and applied firm pressure on my anus. I felt myself getting wet and sighing. I counted them breathlessly as tears rolled down my eyes.
“Well, thank you so much! I might need you again!” mom flirted with him. The man that spanked me looked happy to do it and grateful. “Thank you, Sir,” I mumbled. “I deserved that,” I said.
“Now, you can keep your panties just like that and stand there or pull them up and give me a proper massage,”
Once I had my panties back up, Mom giggled and whispered “Now, if I had called you out for how wet your little pussy got in front of everyone, how would that have felt?”
“Horrible!” I insisted.
“It’s not too late, I can say that you are dripping cunt juice on my legs and do it all over again,” Mom threatened. She did it in this devious way. “I told you a few weeks ago that I saw myself in your face. The look in your eyes is the one I sometimes see in the mirror.”
I still didn’t process what my mother was saying. She was a proud woman who was generally no-nonsense and wouldn’t ever wear anything beyond the most conservative swimsuits. At times, she shows a little cleavage but not much, and that’s partly because she had such big boobs, and she doesn’t have a lot of options if she wants a breathable swimsuit.
“When your father spanked your bare ass back home, I saw this look on your face and I recognized it. You were thrilled. You didn’t like the pain but the shock value of someone daring to put you in that situation thrilled you. I didn’t want to feed the monster and punish you, but you just kept pushing and it was kind of fun and harmless. You are easy to tease, and you take everything very seriously.”
I didn’t get what she was saying. “I knew it was inappropriate, but I thought making you wear that super tiny swimsuit would be fun for you. I spoil all of my kids, but in different ways. I thought taking away your authority over your siblings and making you have to clean the house would humiliate you but in a good way. I just couldn’t tell you or it would take all of the fun out of it for you.”
“Fun?”
“That may be the wrong word for it,” Mom said. “Embarrassment, shame, guilt, and humiliation all imply the existence of rules of society and things that are a little taboo. I do not know why it turns our buttons but sometimes being put in your place feels right. Doesn’t it? When your sister told you what to do yesterday, you wanted to obey her? You didn’t even know why?”
She was right. I didn’t write that in my confession at the time. I wondered how she knew. She said we were the same, but I’d never seen her do anything like that.
“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy having to introduce yourself as freckles to Savannah. The look on that country bumpkin bitches face was priceless. You teased Mr. Johnson all morning. I just never dreamed you would do anything quite so extreme,” She observed. I was puzzled.
I did – but I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself, much less my mother. Was this a trick to get me to reveal something secret that I shouldn’t? Would she think I was some deviant.
“I would never have imagined you’d do something so depraved as show your pee-hole to Lucas and literally hold yourself open so they could look in your pussy. I don’t put any of what you did yesterday on the same level as the harmless little games I played with you. There was never any malice on my part. Do you remember when I insisted you come out of the dressing room in Wal-Mart and show me that suit?”
I did.
“I knew some boys your age were watching. I don’t care. They are going to see sluts who want to show off their bodies. There was a woman walking around with all these tattoos and a mohawk in a “Free Blowjobs, inquire within” tank-top. You could see her pierced nipples through her shirt.”
Mom said she doesn’t begrudge that lady getting her kicks or expressing herself however she likes. “She may not be able to understand the thrill of being told to show her tits to someone. The special way it feels to be interesting enough that someone is going to force you to show them something that you hold sacred and keep private.”
That strangely made sense even though I had never thought about it this way.
“I wish you hadn’t done the things you did, the way you did them on this vacation. At the same time, it’s done now. Okay? I can’t forget and you will never forget the things you have done.”
I nodded.
“Making you stand in the corner, and spanking your bony butt isn’t going to thrill you the way it used to. Me making you walk out of dressing room and model a one-piece for the perverts in the store while pretending I am just tired of your bullshit is going to seem passe’.”
I understood. Mom made me continue massaging her back.
“I think the rules your father came up with are a bit too extreme in some ways, and I do not think they are going to be sustainable for you for the long term. However, when you get home, I am going to find a reason to extend your punishment for the entire summer.”
“What, why?”
“I just told you and don’t forget – it’s Ma’am, now. Go cool off. You are getting too hot. Jump in the pool and come right back, but when you do I want you to leave your panties in the pool. Tear them off so they are ripped. Tell me that they fell off. Do it, now! Swim a full lap around the pool.”
I was perplexed, but I did as I was told. I dashed into the water. I saw Ruthie and my brother’s playing. They seemed oblivious. I waited until the last minute before I reached the stairs and ditched my panties. I took a deep breath and ran back to my mother.
“Where are your panties, Freckles?”
I put my hands in front of my pussy and stammered. I wanted to remind her that she just told me to do it. My mom always insisted on the truth.
“Take your hands away from your crotch, you aren’t hiding anything. You don’t have anything anyone wants to see! It just looks like you are playing with yourself! Now calm down. Did someone take your panties?”
I told her they didn’t.
“Did you lose them on purpose?”
I wasn’t sure what to say. I nodded that I had.
“Well, that was your last pair! And I am not ready to go! If you were a little bit older, they would probably kick you right out of here. I wouldn’t be surprised If they did! Now lay there on your tummy so you don’t offend anyone.”
I was breathing so heavily. My mom was right – I liked it while I was in the moment, but after when people were glaring at me, I hated it. I felt this intense shame.
Mom laid on her tummy (but she had on her suit) and said that it was like being spanked. “Some of it feels great, and other parts are really unpleasant. Some of the things your father or I say really sting.
“Now, what I told you stays between us. I am serious. If you tell anyone I’ll deny it and we won’t play these little games. I could have kept it a secret that I knew exactly what was going on in your dirty little mind. However, today you confirmed what I’ve known for a long time, and I just had to share with you that I understand. I think you need to know that because I am going to be really strict.”
“Please don’t, Ma’am” I didn’t want her to be extremely strict!
“You can protest, you can whine, you can even curse me if you like. I need you to understand that I love you unconditionally. Even if you do really naughty things that I do not like. I do not want you to see me as a tyrant the way I saw your grandmother. I didn’t realize that she knew what turned my screws either. She never told me, and I sometimes wonder if she got off on the same things you and I do,” Mom said.
Mom didn’t ask if I wanted this. She started telling me what would happen when I got home. “I haven’t figured Lindsay out yet. I definitely won’t tell her what I told you and you had better not either. I need someone to watch the kids when we aren’t home. Lucas volunteered to step up but we both know he is easily distracted. He isn’t ready for any authority. Next summer he might be ready to be the boss of you, but this year definitely not. I am not sure I am ready for that either.”
“Boss of me?”
“Yeah, when you get home, I think we’ll keep most of the rules we made up for you. I can’t have you exposing yourself in the front yard though. It’s funny here because most of these people we will never see again. When Lucas brings over friends around your age, you’ll come out and curtsy, bring them drinks, and wait on him with your hands behind your head like you do at the cabin. As Georgie and Ruth Ann get older, I am sure we’ll cross that bridge with their friends too.”
“I think Ruthie wants to be punished too,” I said.
“Oh no, your little sister is a princess and a goof. She wants to be just like you because she worships you and Lindsay. Trust me, she would melt the first time I showed her that I was disappointed in her.”
I could see that my mom had given this a lot of thought.
“It’s important that you don’t either. I am going to be a little ruthless with you. I need you to feel it is real, but at the same time understand that treating you like a little trampy-slut is my way of showing you love.”
Mom spoke loudly and intentionally so that others would overhear. “Stop spreading your legs Freckles. Keep them closed. No one wants to see your salty-butt hole! If you think I don’t notice you over there showing off – you have another thing coming! I am almost ready to go!”
Men all around the pool noticed me and I felt all eyeballs on my body – directed between my legs.
Mom told me a story about being tied up in a barn and treated like a cow. “I got milked every morning. At the time, I detested it. My mom invited my boyfriend and his friend’s over and made me moo and wear a little bell around my neck. It was probably a little more extreme than anything I am ever going to make you do.”
MAKE me do? Be a cow?
“Mom was German, she called me Geile Euter. It means horny udders. She told your dad that it was a tradition left over from the Middle Ages that young women in her village were trained to give milk so they can have big families. I really didn’t think any guy would be crazy enough to marry a fat, horny cow like me. I was as self-conscious about my big tits as you are about your flat boobies. I am not sure what mom would have done with you. Would you like to visit her this summer and find out?”
“Visit grandma and be naked in a barn?”
“Probably. Your grandma is old, but she loves that farm. You should her nipples. They are about as long as most men’s cocks. She never told me why she had them stretched.”
Mom didn’t open up to me again about her past for quite some time. Instead, she punished me for three days straight with my older sister. She spanked me in public, sent me to the office to buy things from Patton, and made me learn to suck on bars of soap like they were penises in my mouth. “Since you are obsessed with sucking cock! You can wash your mouth out like a slut!”
My parents released us from punishment just as they said they would as soon as the vacation was over. I was a little puzzled. My mom agreed to let Dad go to the South of the Border. It was a dreary old tourist trap just like she said it was. The hey-day of this place had long since passed and its biggest money-maker was a 24-hour casino that catered to old people that liked bingo.
The motel had prostitutes walking around during the day in skimpy outfits, the food was terrible, and most of the rides were rusting out and unsafe.
At some point, Mom engineered an argument with Lindsay and told her that she’d have to strip naked at home UNTIL her boyfriend finally came over so she could tell him everything she did on vacation. Mom acted like it was an afterthought and told me the same thing.
“I don’t care how long it takes for Pod or Harry Potter or Harry Styles or whatever he calls himself to come over. You’ll go back to the rules from vacation until he comes over and you tell him everything.”
I didn’t agree right away. I argued just like Lindsay did. Mom said “Fine, that’s an extra week after they arrive. Who wants to go for two weeks?”
I argued some more. Lindsay chickened out and stopped.
“You can’t punish me the entire summer!” I demanded.
“You wait and see, Freckles! You’ll be lucky if you start your sophomore year with a pair of panties to your name!”
(The story does continue after this in ITBTC 2)
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