MARY CHRISTMAS (original story for ENF forum)

[student]

Time for Ethan to start planting pubic hairs and blaming the girls. In the living room. In the sinks. In the food served to Holly and Joe. Ethan and Nick can pretend to find hairs in their food and then pointing out that the girls don't have hairy food. What will keep the girls from leaving hair everywhere? That's right--going bald down there!

And then the boys can complain about blue balls and suggest that Mommy save them from self pollution. The girls did it, so the girls have to take care of those little stiffies. https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog ... dd346067c0

Blindfolds for the girls are in order-so that the girls don't see that Nick is bigger than little Ethan. This isn't ENM but I foresee Ethan stabbing Nick in the back just to assert domination. Lots of possibilities. Are the washer and dryer ruined? Will Nick play along when Holly notices cigarette burns on Nick's clothes and cigarette butts in his pockets and perhaps even an empty whiskey bottle? Blame Mary! Scream that Mary is peeking at him?

[EddieDavidson]

Quite wicked, love it. yes, added, but it will be chapter7ish.

[EddieDavidson]

Dad quickly ran down the challenges he was facing. He called us “rebellious teenagers” and skimped on the details but assumed we were drinking, smoking, flashing our tits (and everything) else like little naked daredevils.

“I don’t know if out of pure boredom, or frustration, or if you just want to cause problems and any attention is good attention to you, but you managed to break the washing machine and dryer at a time when money is tight, you’ve been bickering with your siblings, shirking your chores, the house was messier than when we left after you had all day to clean up with you in charge, we found all sorts of things I NEVER expected to find in your room. How am I supposed to leave you home without adult supervision?”

Dad was talking to me, not Joy but he addressed us both.

“I am sorry Daddy, it’s not our fault,” Joy replied in a baby voice.

“Not your fault? Joy. How did you get outside naked? Teleport? Why would you have panties asking for a spanking? How could you even have money for them? You don’t have a job or allowance, so unless someone bought inappropriate panties for a girl your age for you or you stole them, I am not sure. The alcohol bottle was so small that it could easily fit in a pocket, so I HOPE it was shoplifting, because if there is some man who is at least 21 years of age buying you sex toys, booze, and panties that means that he is getting something in return. I am on your side, or at least I want to be Joy. You broke our family’s washing machine AND dryer, and you guys HAD to know better. You can’t stand there telling me that not one thing, not ONE thing is your fault and you are totally blameless in all this, can you?”

“No,” she looked down.

“Ladies, I think it’s time you tell us the truth,” Holly piled on. “You need to be punished. If it were up to me, I know what I would do. You have a bitter pill to swallow and a taste of your own medicine. That will cure you of this rebellious streak. I am going to ask you this one time and one time only. Don’t treat me like I am stupid just because I talk like I am from the country. I know I haven’t seen it all, but I’ve seen disobedient girls who get into mischief before.”

My mom waited for that to sink in and let her words fall on us slowly.

“Tell me why you did what you did, and don’t say that you didn’t do it. You took off your clothes, and probably went out the house with just your panties and a big mug of hot chocolate, laughing and carrying on. We found your alcohol and cigarette before you were about to throw it out in the yard. You may have thrown more of it around and have it hidden. You may even have pot, I don’t know. All I know is you either accidentally or intentionally broke the washer and dryer, ruined your own clothes in the process and proceeded down the street like little hussies touching yourself, smiling and carrying on. We have pictures, which prove that.”

Damn. They did. I wouldn’t believe me if I said I was set up if I were here either.

“What I want to know is not whether you did it or not. We know you did it. That ship has sailed. I want to know why? Drunk? High? Angry at me? Because if it’s that, I am not here to take your Daddy away. I love your father with all of my heart, and you know what else? I love you girls too! You are my daughters. I’ve legally adopted you. You know what that means? I signed a paper that said you are my family, and I protect my family. I do, but I also have a responsibility to discipline you and raise you right.
I’d prefer you admit that you did it, but if you don’t, at least tell me why?”

My sister and I had nothing we could say to fix this. I was struggling and I am usually pretty quick-witted. The truth wasn’t going to work in this situation. Ethan was her golden boy, and there was no way I could prove any of the things that really happened.

“Ethan dared us to go outside naked, and he said he would let us know the other dares when we finished. Then he locked us out and broke the washer, and dryer and he put those things in our room.”

Well, that was the truth. It sounded very implausible, now that I heard it back that we did that.

Holly stood there staring at Joy for a long time. The food almost burned; that’s how long it took my mother to compose herself.

“I don’t know how to respond to that; I am more angry that you are lying to me, than I would have been if you had said nothing,” Holly decided as she got back to finishing up the food. She made Joy move out of the way and took over finishing up the dicing.

Ethan for his part denied ever doing such a thing, but my father shushed him.

“Let me just make sure I understand this. Ethan dared you to run outside nude in your naughty panties, and you did it at his request? And that is why you are not fault for going outside naked?” Dad was beside himself. “Even if I believed for one minute that happened, you were still the one that went outside. Right? What if I dared you to get good grades in school and wear proper undergarments, would you do that?”

“Yes, Daddy!” Joy promised.

“I want to believe you, Joy. I think your mother is right. You both deserved to be punished. What I think she wanted to hear, and what I wanted to hear was that you took responsibility for your actions and accepted the consequences. I am less concerned about your motivations of why, because I think it is rebellion, and sometimes rebels don’t need a reason. I don’t care if you were playing Monopoly and lost a bet, took a dare, read a fortune cookie that told you to do it, or got in a plane and parachuted down naked. You willingly chose to run outside to that highway with your boobs out. We’ve searched Ethan and Nicks's room too! That’s how upset we were. There isn’t one thing in there like what you had in your room. I also caught you red handed ditching your panties AND the evidence in your room.”

“I am sorry, Daddy. I accept whatever consequence,” Joy mumbled.

“You still didn’t take responsibility.

“I take responsibility,” Joy repeated. She would have said anything at this point.

“I don’t think you understand those words, to be quite honest. The fact that you think it would matter if Ethan dared you, or some old man on the internet paid you to do it, boggles my mind. I hate to think that the two of you were drinking, but in the grand scheme of all the possible scenarios leading up to your choices in the past few days, I think that one might have been preferable to the idea that you just did it for the thrill of it.”

“Was it fun? Did you think it was worth it?” Holly asked as she started putting food on the table.

“Yeah, I mean, at first, but no, we weren’t drinking. We don’t drink, Daddy!” Joy was putting her foot in her mouth, trembling and trying to say whatever she thought would make the situation better. I knew that, so I decided to speak up.

“I am sorry, Dad. We screwed up. You are absolutely right that the details don’t matter. Ethan DID dare us, but I made that decision, and so did my sister. We accept whatever punishment you and mom have in mind. I wouldn’t blame you if you never trust me again because I have no excuse for it. I was outside; the pictures are real. It doesn’t paint the whole picture, but I am not going to make the case for that. It would only make it sound like I was trying to shirk responsibility.”

My dad seemed relatively pleased by my response, but Holly didn’t. “All I hear is you trying to spin things on Ethan and that’s he-said/she-said stuff. Your brother has no reason to dare you to do naughty things and he’s NEVER done anything like that. The fact that you want to drag him into this is suspect to me. He didn’t dare you to ruin your own clothes. He didn’t dare you to throw away the cigarettes and booze so we wouldn’t find it. He didn’t dare you to buy those panties or throw them down when you saw us coming. Did he?”

“No, Ma’am,” I said.

“Do you like being naked?”

“No.”

“You seem like you do. You seem like you like the attention. You wanted it from those truckers today.”

I couldn’t respond to that. I said nothing.

“You don’t have much to say now, do you? I bet you had a lot to say before. You stood pants down the other day in the living room because you said you don’t wear panties. Even that was a lie. You DO wear them, Just not the kind you want us to see. I am going to ask you another question, Mary, and I want HONESTY. Do you want to us to see your naked body?”

“No!”

“What about you Joy. You have been strutting around this house, puffing up your chest. Do you like standing here naked in front of your entire family?”

“Absolutely not!”

Holly looked at my father, and then she shoved plates into my hands and made me set the table with them to help her. When I put down plates in front of my chair, she shook her head no and told me not to do it.

“The girls aren’t going to go without dinner. We can discuss their punishment AFTER dinner, and I promise you we will think of something appropriate to punish them with - TOGETHER. I’ve never in my life thought about what to do in a situation like this as a father, so I will lead on your guidance, Holly. However, I am going to put my foot down if you plan on sending them to bed without dinner. We aren’t going to starve them!”

“Oh, honey, first off, I was sent to bed when I was little without dinner, and I turned out just fine,” Holly rubbed her tummy to indicate she was healthy. She was actually a really good-looking lady in nice shape for her age. “I never said the girls wouldn’t eat. I just don’t want their naked bottoms on the chairs at the dinner table. They can stand right over there and eat when everyone is finished.”

My dad was perplexed by Holly’s intention, and I was as well.

“Why can’t the girls sit down with us, Mom?” Ethan asked.

“Girls have fluids on their bottoms that can stain their chairs, honey. I know that sounds disgusting, but it’s perfectly natural.”

“Like sweat on their butt?” Nick asked as he took some porkchops from a serving platter.

“Yes, exactly. I wouldn’t put it quite like that while you are eating dinner, but I think it would serve the girls right to stand right over there out of sight and watch us enjoy this wonderful meal as a family, and think about what they have said and done, and then they can have their food standing up,” she said to Nick before asking my father if that would be okay.

“I would just send them to their room,” Dad suggested.

“So, they can hunt for any of their ill-begotten stash and get rid of it? Oh no, I want them right where I can see them, but not in the faces of the boys while they try to eat dinner.”

Dad said that would be fine. My sister and I were made to stand near the microwave, off to the side. “Hands behind your head just like you were standing in the corner. I don’t want your fingers roaming. You can keep your eyes on me and your father. If you two get rambunctious or start running your mouths, I’ll put you back in the living room each facing a different corner, got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said. Joy repeated what I said, adopting the word Ma’am.

“Very good, now let’s say grace,” she said.

Grace was a new tradition in our house, and Holly insisted upon it at meals. She usually made everyone join hands and bow their heads, and she said a short positive affirmation about our new family and how thankful she was for the food and the grace she had. It was short and sweet, and I didn’t mind it at all. It actually seemed like a good idea to me because even if you don’t believe in God, it’s nice to give thanks for what you have.

Now, it felt like a mockery, because my tummy was rumbling, and I was watching as an outsider as my family dug into their food. Ethan and Nick’s back were to us, but my father and mother could see us the entire time as I stood next to my sister facing them.

“Shall I turn the girls around to face the wall, honey? Is it distracting to eat this way?” she asked my father.

“No, it is fine. It’s just an odd thing to get used to, Holly.”

Dad was talking about us, but not to us, and it was an odd thing to be spoken about as if I were not in the room listening.

“Let’s just talk about the positive things, and our Christmas plans for now and we can discuss the girls later, okay, honey?”

“Sure, but today really puts a damper on things. I wanted to throw a Christmas party here for the guys at work, and now I am not sure if we really can do that.”

“We don’t have much space, in this single wide trailer, Sam. We can make it work, how many people is it?”

“Maybe eight if they bring their wives, I know it would be cozy, but some of them have kids too, I guess I wish we had a bigger place.”


“We are doing the best we can and your friends are park rangers. They are used to roughing it. We could build a bonfire outside on the patio, clear it off, roast marshmallows, drink eggnog, and come inside to warm up. I could get some cheese plates, and potato chips and I think that would be really festive and fun. It doesn’t have to be champagne and fancy for me to feel good.”

“Me either, I am just thinking that I should probably spend that money on fixing the washing machine and dryer,” Dad lamented.

“That’s a problem for tomorrow, Sam. You married a country girl, and country girls make do. We’ll get us a bucket, and I’ll teach the girls to wash their clothes the old-fashioned way. Drying can be tough in cold air, so we’ll build a little fire to dry them outside, and maybe you can find some fellow who will do the work for cheap.”

“I really do love you, Holly!”

“I love you too, Sam!”

I could tell they genuinely meant it. Ethan may be a raging, manipulative narcissist, but his Mom meant well, and for that, I couldn’t fault her. I had plenty of time to think while I watched my family laugh and talk over a nice meal. It helped to do that instead of focusing on the fact that I was one of the one people naked in a room full of people wearing clothes.

Ethan may not be as smart as I think. He may not be the Moriarity to my Sherlock. He might simply be some pretty-boy kid who knows how to lie really well, with a cruel streak that happened to get lucky today. As I reviewed the events leading up to this moment in my mind, I saw a pattern that was like an elaborate chess stratagem.

His opening move was to play truth or dare. I rebuffed him and took his pawn boldly. He reacted by making it seem like I don’t wear panties and planted evidence in his room, when he actually planted evidence in mine. It seemed brilliant and if that’s all he did, I’d still have respected the malevolent creativity that inspired it.

Then he tricked my sister into thinking she could placate him by doing what he told her, and knew I’d follow suit. He locked us out, and created the conditions that would make it impossible for us to defend ourselves in a masterful checkmate move.

What if it was just a happy accident? He had no way of knowing if my sister would go outside or that I would go with her. If I hadn’t followed her, I could have unlocked the door, texted my father, and prevented them from ruining our clothes.

There were many variables in this strategy that seemed more like lightning in a bottle than some master plan. He had no way of knowing that I’d touch my pussy to keep it from freezing close, but he was able to snap the picture. The only explanation is he took hundreds and found the worst ones, or he just got super lucky. He couldn’t have known I’d do that.

All of the little pieces of evidence he had collected together made it hard to defend, but if only ONE thing had not happened the way it did, maybe he would have made a mistake and my parents would see through the lie.

What if Joy was in on it? That was another thought that kept creeping into my thoughts. Nick had betrayed me by joining forces with Ethan. He confirmed the lies and stocked us with the shoes and panties that made it seem like we definitely planned for a little more comfort than we really had.

If he could turn on me, couldn’t Joy? I would not understand her angle. She was standing next to me facing the consequences, but what if she was an unwitting dupe? What if he promised her, she would be immune to his little games if she tricked me into going with her today?

I didn’t want to consider the possibility that Joy might have cruel intentions. If anything, she may have been duped. The simplest answer is usually the one that is true. I concluded that my little sister thought streaking might be fun when the dare first came up, and she thought just doing what they wanted would be a way to get them on her side.

Now, whatever her motivation, she was going to face the same consequences that I would, and we were in this together. I needed to trust someone, and that would be her until she proved otherwise.
The bitter question in my mind was, what was my punishment going to be, and how would I react to it? I decided that being defiant wouldn’t get me anywhere except more punishment. I wasn’t adventurous, thrill-seeking or defiant. I was a rule-follower by nature. I resolved that I would serve out whatever consequence they gave me and just get past this humiliating experience.

“Mary?” I heard Holly speak a little louder to get my attention. I hadn’t noticed her talking to me.

“Sorry, I was not listening to the dinner conversation,” I admitted.

“You were SUPPOSED to be watching us eat so that you could see what you were missing here with the rest of the family; I asked you to bring me the butter out of the fridge.

I did as I was asked, and gave it to her. Holly thanked me politely.

I had to pass in front of Nick and Ethan, which brought fresh waves of humiliation. I had almost forgotten that I was totally naked until I saw them both staring at me.

“Mom, One good thing about this is that you don’t have to get up every five minutes from the dinner table to get something,” Ethan joked playfully.

“I love how you always find a way to look on the bright side,” Holly smiled back at him and added “That is kind of nice, I suppose. You girls can clear the table and do the dishes for me too.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I turned to walk back to my place behind my brothers standing next to my sister with my hands behind my head.

After I was certain everyone was finished, my sister and I weren’t told to clear the table. We just started collecting everything and putting it away or scraping it into the garbage and loading the dishwasher. Everyone remained seated because we tend to talk after dinner for a few minutes, and I am certain the events of the day were still the topic DuJour.

My sister made the great mistake of forgetting she was naked and bending over at the waist when she loaded the dishwasher. Holly immediately took offense and chastised her.

“Young lady, no one needs to see your back hole that badly, can you not bend at the knees like a little lady?”

My sister blushed from ear to ear, and her entire face turned red as she immediately stood straight up. I didn’t see it, but I had seen her bend over before and you can see BOTH holes really well when she does.

“I am sorry, Ma’am! I didn’t realize that you could see,” Joy apologized.

“I couldn’t but I could tell from how you are squatting that you wanted SOMEBODY to see. I just don’t know who. The truckers can’t see in our windows. I thought you told me that you don’t like being naked?”

“I don’t!”

“You have a funny way of showing it if that’s how you bend over,” Holly was incensed. “Do you have no shame? That’s one of the most private parts of your body!” she warned before deciding we should wash the dishes by hand.

“Take every single one of those dishes back out, and wash AND dry them by hand. That will keep you two busy while your father and I discuss your punishment. If I come out and I see one spot, or dirty dish I will make you do them over.”

“Holly, we have a dishwasher for a reason,” Dad offered.

“Do you want to coddle them, Sam? It won’t hurt them to put some good old-fashioned elbow grease into it.”

“No, it’s just that you said that they could eat after dinner,” Dad was being reasonable, but it didn’t mean he was coddling us at all. I could tell he was still very upset with both of us.

“You are right, Sam. I lost my temper. This one wore panties ASKING for a spanking, and I am inclined to get my leather strap out of the closet and show her what a REAL one feels like, so she never asks for one again. She may have a little padding back there, but the strap will change her mind with a quickness.”

“I have never believed in corporal punishment, but the kids never gave me a reason for it. It’s not out of the realm of possibility that they may need an attitude adjustment. If one good hard spanking would fix all of this, I’d be all for it, but I want to discuss our options. You two ladies, eat your food quickly, standing over the counter, and then we want these dishes spotless.”

My father had NEVER called me and my sister “two ladies” before. I didn’t feel like eating. The food was cold, but still quite delicious. We stood at the counter and began to eat as my father and mother adjourned to their room to talk about our fate.

The fact that they told us we MIGHT be spanked only gave us time to imagine that experience. I don’t know if that was intentional, but I had to live it in my imagination a hundred times before we finished with the dishes.

As Ethan and Nick got up to leave, Ethan apologized. “Hey, I am sorry that things happened this way. We kind of let things get out of hand,” he whispered. He sounded almost sincere until he added “You two ladies, clean those dishes up really nice now. I won’t forget you tattled on me for daring you. You didn’t have to do that. Now we aren’t even anymore.”

Nick leaned in before he left and apologized. “Guys, I am sorry that things went this far. I really am. I thought we were just goofing on you and we were letting you in right before Mom and Dad came home.”

It wasn’t much of a consolation to know that my brother was okay with locking us outside to freeze our butts off and ruining our clothes, but he drew the line at our parents catching us naked. He was still friends with Ethan, and he could have possibly told on him.

Once they were gone, my sister and I worked diligently to unload the dishwasher and had to learn quickly how to wash dishes by hand. It was a skill we had never learned because everywhere we lived, there was a dishwashing unit. It seemed really asinine to make us do it by hand, but I could see how we got the dishes cleaner that way.

It just took a lot of effort and time. We had a lot of both, because my parents stayed locked away in their bedroom discussing the next steps for a while. I washed and Joy dried, and we even switched off.

“Could you ever imagine standing in the kitchen naked back home washing dishes?” I asked. I found it to be kind of absurd. I could imagine someone using a telescope from afar to peep in our windows and seeing two naked teenage girls washing dishes just as naked as the day they were born like it was perfectly normal.

“No, I am so sorry I got you into this, Sis. If I had JUST dared to tell them what happened the day before, things would have turned out differently. I really thought if we just did what they asked, we’d get them on our side. I thought they wanted us to do dares. We could have done six in the time we were outside and all had a good time and none of this would be happening. Why would they ruin our lives?”

“I don’t think doing dares for Ethan and Nick would constitute a good time,” I replied skeptically.

“Half the time, you use words that I don’t understand. I don’t know what constitute means. I just have to guess and nod along. I think I made everything worse by telling the truth. I thought if I told Daddy he dared us to be naked, Ethan would at least get in a little trouble, but they don’t even seem to care?”

“That’s because we don’t have any credibility. They think we are little liars, so they think we are just trying to get him in trouble to take him down with us. It’s just like when I told them I have panties and they found none in my room, then they found the one with anal whore on the back.”

“That sucks. I don’t know how the dirty words are on the backs of our panties. When you told me that there was something written on the back of my panties, I thought you were joking, or maybe I had some poop stripe back there.”

I laughed. We do laundry, so we know about poop stripes, especially from Nick and Ethan.

“My guess is that they ironed transfers on to our actual panties while they were ruining our clothes. I can’t believe they would destroy all of our stuff just for petty revenge.”

“I will be honest with you about something, and I don’t want you to be mad?” My sister said.

Oh god, was she going to admit she was in on it this whole time? I hoped not – I couldn’t bare it.

“I wanted to do the dare today. I thought it would be fun to streak outside, and I would have done it even if they hadn’t said they would be nice to us. It was exciting, and I liked doing it with you. There was a point when my muscles were cramping up, and I wanted to stop, and you made me keep going. If you hadn't gone with me, I probably would have sat down in the snow and who knows? I would have maybe frozen my ass to the snow and mom and dad wouldn’t have found me until it was too late.”

“Why would I be mad about that?”
“I wanted you to go! I encouraged you. If I hadn’t done that, you wouldn’t be in trouble. I thought it would be fun to go together. It was only fun doing it with someone else. I would have been terrified and lost, and I probably would have kept going straight past that farmer’s field and ended up who knows where. If you had stayed back, I’d be the one getting punished now, and I deserve that for not standing up for you. You don’t deserve this.”

“Oh my gosh, I love you,” I hugged my sister and told her I was so glad she told me that. “You don’t deserve it either. We were tricked! You had good intentions and did your best! You might be right that I helped you, but you also helped me. I DEFINITELY wouldn’t have taken his dare, but I knew if I didn’t go, Ethan would say we didn’t do it together, so it didn’t count. I didn’t want you to sacrifice for me for nothing. It was kind of exhilarating at first, and I was smiling. The pictures show that.”

“What does zilerating mean?”

“Fun.”

“Why don’t you just say fun?”

“I’ll try that,” I beamed at her.

We were almost done washing when Holly came to get us. She checked the dishes with a frown. She observed that there were “spots” all over the glasses. I’ve never washed or dried dishes before, so I had no idea there could be “spots” or what they were. I was mortified that we put all this work into it, and Holly said they had to be done “all over again”.

“Come on, your father is waiting,” she told us to stop what we were doing for now and follow her.

[student]

When will Ethan confess that the reason Mary's cocoa tasted salty was because Ethan or Nick or both urinated in her cocoa?

[EddieDavidson]

I was trying to stay away from more extreme fetishes for this one, because I have a tendency to go a bit far, and keep it super simple ENF.

Do you think things like that would be better? I just used salt in lieu of sugar.

[student]

Pleading the Fifth won't work. Demanding that proof of guilt be presented didn't work, either. Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition. Thirties Soviet-style show trials are common for family justice--guilt has already been determined, and NOTHING will sway the court away from its righteous indignation. If Mary and Joy attempt to get back at the boys, it will backfire because Ethan is obviously experienced at manipulating Holly--but Nick is still new at this game. This isn't Ethan's first rodeo--he's done it before and gotten away with it. I expect escalation.

" We’ve searched Ethan and Nicks's room too! That’s how upset we were. There isn’t one thing in there like what you had in your room. I also caught you red handed ditching your panties AND the evidence in your room.”

“All I hear is you trying to spin things on Ethan and that’s he-said/she-said stuff. Your brother has no reason to dare you to do naughty things and he’s NEVER done anything like that. The fact that you want to drag him into this is suspect to me. He didn’t dare you to ruin your own clothes. He didn’t dare you to throw away the cigarettes and booze so we wouldn’t find it. He didn’t dare you to buy those panties or throw them down when you saw us coming. Did he?”

People hear what they want to hear--and in this case, be validated for what they saw. HOLLY is convinced that everything Mary says is a lie. It's almost as if Holly loves beating up on girls and is looking for excuses--much like Ethan is busy providing those excuses so that the girls get punished.

But (or is that "butt" as in what will get beat), it will do Mary no good to point this out. As Mary said, she has no credibility. If Mary were to point at the sun and call it the sun, would Holly slap her for calling the moon a sun? At this point, I'd say "yup!" It will be interesting to see how far down the rabbit hole Mary and Jane will get thrown. I do expect Ethan or Nick to invite other kids over while the parents are gone and then blame Mary and Joy for issuing the invitation, backed up by the visitors. The boys were forbidden to invite visitors, can claim that the first thing they knew was when the visitors showed up shortly before Joe and Holly came back home, and the visitors could all have been coached to lie--Holly wigged out over the girls "corrupting" her little angel. Now that those "rebellious teens" have spread the family shame, there would be more reason to crack down on the two.

Power is addicting. Pranks are power. Making naked Mary and Joy apologize to other parents for something that the girls didn't do will enhance the ENF experience without getting too bent--except perhaps for having the other parents participate in spanking Mary and Joy. Is there any way to get out of that hole? Can Mary just declare that she's putting down her shovel? There is nothing Mary can do and therefore Mary is free because punishment is unavoidable. There is no escape.

[EddieDavidson]

I assumed we'd find out what fate awaited us in their bedroom, where they discussed it privately. I imagined the feeling I had as I walked away from the kitchen was the one the condemned prisoner has as they walk toward the gallows for the execution. I even placed my hands behind my back, subconsciously feeling like an inmate.

"Oh, we are doing this in the living room?" Holly stopped in the living room when she saw my father sitting like a judge, imperiously in his reclining chair facing us.

Ethan and Nick were sitting on the couch, like two members of a kangaroo court jury waiting to see us found guilty.

"We decided the punishment together, but Ethan and Nick should hear this because it affects them as well, and we can answer any questions they may have as well," he said.

I hoped beyond hope that by "affect my brothers," it meant "included them," but I was not optimistic.
"Girls, we spent a long time deliberating what to do about today. Much more time than we should have to spend. I have to work tomorrow, and this should be the time I relax stress-free in my home. Instead, I am here having what may be the most uncomfortable discussion of my life with you."

That did not bode well. I stood there and listened while Holly took a seat next to her husband and faced us. We remained standing, me with my hands behind my back and my sister standing casually.

My father started by telling us this was not a negotiation. This was already decided, and it was set in stone, and the only ones who could change that would be him and our mother. He warned us both that if we did try to negotiate, we would only make things worse because he wasn't going to tolerate that.

He promised us that it would be easier for us just to accept that this was the decision and not argue.

"There is no easy way to say this, so I'll just come out with it. You should be punished for what you did. When we add up the booze, the cigarettes, the panties, and even if we subtract the normal sibling rivalry stuff of he-said/she-said and bickering, the weight on the scale still tells me that there has to be a consequence. Do you agree?"

This was going to be an INTERACTIVE discussion? I wished Dad would just come right out with it and tell us what we had to do. I had already resolved to do whatever I was told and just take my lumps. I’d only make it worse by trying to negotiate or be defiant.

"Yes," we both mumbled.

"Alright, that's progress. You both did real monetary damage to this house. I have no idea what it will cost to fix our washer and dryer, but to replace all of those clothes is going to cost me at a time when I don't have the money, and you'll need an entirely new set of school clothes. You both have no money, and yet you managed to purchase cigarettes, alcohol, toys, and specialty panties, but you have yet to tell me the source of those funds. Do either of you want to own up to that before we start handing out the punishments?"

Dad implied it would go better on us if we did. I briefly considered trying to make up a lie in the hopes of some clemency, but I kept my mouth shut, and so did Joy.

"That's disappointing. That was one piece of this complex jigsaw puzzle I was hoping to find. As long as you have that source of income, or someone buying it for you, or you are stealing, that means you may have access to those same types of items again. I never want you to bring those types of things into my house again, but your word right now doesn't mean a lot. Obviously, if you are caught during your restriction, we are going to reassess how effective it is and probably extend it for a LONG time."

Restriction actually sounded good, considering the alternatives. I didn't have access to much for them to restrict, and the boys monopolized the only television that wasn't in my parents’ room.

"This punishment comes from both of us, and it will be enforced by both your mother and me, and we will be the ones to change it as needed if it's not working. We both came to this conclusion, so I don't want either of you to think it was solely MY decision or solely your mother's decision. We arrived here jointly."

I actually appreciated my father taking the time to tell us he was in solidarity with my mother because I would want a supportive husband who made decisions for me if I were her as well. The only thing I wanted more was to just be told what we had to do.

"Your Restriction lasts until January 1st, we decided that new year, new you. That doesn't mean you are out of the woods on January 1st. Depending on how well you behave, we may remove all the restrictions, or we may have to keep some in place until we can trust you again. You only have ONE currency with me, Mary, and Joy. That currency is trust, and when you use it up like you have, you have nothing. You have to earn it all over again, and you are starting from a deficit."

I loved how my father was so well-spoken. He enjoyed being a Park Ranger, but he was once a high school teacher.

"Now, this is the part that I am not really comfortable talking about," Dad seemed reluctant to tell us the punishment. My mom volunteered to tell us what we had to do, but Dad insisted he be the one to do it.

"Your mother and I feel that how you are dressed right now is how you shall remain."

The impact of that statement was like a ton of bricks dropping from the sky and flattening me. I felt its weight in the pit of my stomach, and my jaw fell open. I couldn't see Joy's expression, but her body language suggested that she couldn't believe it either.

"I see from your expression that you didn't expect that," Dad seemed relieved as if he was hoping we'd feel it like a freight train running us over. "You will obviously be issued clothes when appropriate, but right now, we don't have any for you. It may just be an old shirt of mine until your mother can take you shopping."

Dad stopped and asked if we had any questions before he continued.

"Is there more?"" I asked.

"A whole lot more," Holly added.

That ton of bricks that dropped on me just had another eight tons of bricks dropped on top of it with me underneath. I assumed that spending Christmas and my birthday for an entire month totally nude was the EXTENT of our punishment. I couldn't imagine how they could do more for us.

"You will be on work detail from now on. We are going to reduce the bickering between you and your brothers. Your brothers will have their assignments during the day, and you two will have yours."

That didn't sound so bad. I could handle that. It was like that now.

"Work detail begins at 6 am and lasts all day," Dad began. That sounded bad.

"There is nothing wrong with hard work, so in addition to the normal chores you have been doing, we will be assigning you some duties that your mom and I have been doing as compensation for the extra supervision you are going to require over the next month. Those may continue after the restriction is lifted. We don't have a laundry machine any longer, you will be washing everybody else's clothes and drying them by hand."

That sounded bad, too.

"Your mother liked how you helped set the table and allowed her to enjoy her meal in peace, so we are going to add the duties of setting the table by yourselves, clearing it, washing up, and getting people refills for their drinks, replacement forks if they drop them, and anything the table needs like butter and you will be eating at the counter. We haven't decided yet, but obviously, considering your lack of clothes, you aren't to sit at the dining room table or any of the furniture in the living room."

I imagined that Ethan and Nick would be straining to hide their tittering laughter, but instead, they remained completely expressionless.

"You can obviously sit Indian style on the carpet, but you won't be watching television, playing videogames, using laptops, cell phones, or reading books -unless the book is approved by one of us and it is done in the living room."

That wasn't entirely bad. I could probably handle that. It sounded like that may be the extent of it.

"I am going to remove the hinges from your bedroom door. We can no longer trust you not to hide things in your room, and since you won't be changing clothes there, your mother felt that the possibility of you getting caught if someone walks past your door would be a good deterrent."

"It wasn't just me, you agreed as well," Holly frowned.

"I am sorry, poor choice of words. I was giving you credit for the idea," Dad was stony-faced. He was clearly uncomfortable delivering this punishment to us. He didn't have any of it written down, so it almost felt like he was making it up as he went in no particular order.

"Do you want me to continue, dear? This is uncomfortable for you," Holly said.

Dad said it would be fine for her to continue where he left off and took a sip of water.

"We don't think you need to be in your room during the day, so you are forbidden from going into your room until bedtime, and we expect you to be up and READY to work at six in the morning. If I am coming in there to wake you up, then you will be in trouble. You'll be waiting in the living room and ready to go at 5:55am if you know what is best for you, bright-eyed and bushy tailed. If me or your father are not there, will leave the list of chores with Ethan, and he can give them to you. If nobody is awake, you'll wait there until someone does. You are NOT to knock on our doors and wake us up unless there is an emergency."

Just the mention of Ethan being involved filled me with an existential dread.

'I want things done a certain particular way, and I haven't been trying to micromanage you girls. I believe everything is in its place and a place for everything. I will stay home from work tomorrow to observe and supervise you two. That way, you will understand what I am expecting. Obviously, taking time off from work costs us money we don't have to spare, but it is an investment in you that sets you up for success. If you do things the way I want, then good things will happen; if you don't, then you will do them over, got it?"

We nodded.

"A Yes, Ma'am would be appreciated when I am talking to you like this," Holly said, so we repeated that back to her. "I was raised to know that was a sign of respect, and it's fallen out of favor. I think you two lack respect for me, so I'd like you to start using it with me and your father. You will address him as Yes Sir when he tells you something, so we know you are listening."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, and my sister followed suit.

"Good, some minor details, and then we'll get to the punishment," she said it like it was not that big of a deal to be punished and more of a formality.

I thought the restriction WAS the punishment, but now it sounded like it may be a separate thing.

"I don't ever want to see either of you bending over at the waist. I don't care if Ethan or Nick aren't there. If I can see your bottom hole, I am going to put a strap on it. Does that compute, ladies?"

It didn't, but I said Yes, Ma'am, anyway. I mean, I know she meant she'd spank me if she could see my butthole from behind, but I had no idea how visible it was. Judging from my sister, I could see hers anytime she walked.

"Hygiene," Holly's eyes laser-focused on my pubic hair. It was admittedly a thick patch of bushy black hair. "You will be working hard, so sweat and dirty fingernails might be normal during working hours, but when you are not working, I expect hair clean, teeth brushed, skin clean, nails clean, and legs shaved. I do not think the amount of makeup that Joy wears is appropriate for a girl so young, so there will be NO makeup while you are on restriction, and once you are off restriction, we will talk about what is appropriate for your age."

I heard an audible gasp from my sister. Holly seemed pleased to get that reaction.


"I am talking to Mary because Joy is okay, but I will give you a razor and scissors, and I want you to shave your lady hair tonight. It is unkempt, unseemly, and frankly a distraction. I didn't want to have this discussion in front of Ethan and Nick. There are some things they don't need to know, but since we are, I think it is important that they know I also expect young men to take care of themselves."

I couldn't believe she wanted me to shave! And talked about it in front of everyone. I was shaggy, but gosh, pointing it out in front of the entire family was a fresh scoop of embarrassment piled on.

"The reason I did that was mostly because of the times we are not going to be home and because it could impact them if they want to have friends over."

"That's true," Holly agreed. "Boys, you didn't ask for any of this, and I know you have just been really patient and super calm about everything, and we appreciate that. I was worried about how you'd react, but you've just shown yourselves to be good young men."

Utter hogwash.

"We know there aren't many kids around the area to play with, but should you make a friend. Obviously, you can't just bring them home if the girls are going to be naked."

That was good, at least.

"I understand, Mom," Ethan smiled. "I would call first and make sure it's okay!"

"No, I mean, you can't bring anyone over. There is no calling me first. I can't let you bring over boys your age to see the girls like this."

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, but you said that they could wear clothes when appropriate. Surely, they could put some on while we have some friends over to visit?"

There were no kids around for miles! We had looked when we first got here.

"Ethan, I'll take questions at the end, but if your father and I are not here, then you can't have anyone over, period. End of discussion. We are putting you in charge when we aren't here, and I need you to ensure that no one invites anyone over, ESPECIALLY the girls. I am not above placing you on restriction. What is good for the goose is good for the gander!"

"How can I do that, Mom? They won't listen to me!"

"Ethan, as I said," Holly was sharp with her son. I liked seeing that. She usually doted on Ethan, and he seemed like her golden boy who could do no wrong. "I was hoping to hold questions to the end, but since you asked, we realize that. We took into consideration that the girls can be willful, and we feel that they will listen because they know what's coming if they don't."

"We may as well talk about what happens when we aren't home," Dad said and offered to explain it to the rest of us.

"When we aren't here, we realize there has been some chaos, some bickering, some arguments, and everyone wasn't working as a team. I assumed that would just settle down. I am not interested in who said what to whom; I am interested in harmony and peace in my house. Your mother and I discussed several options, including her taking a leave of absence from work."

Obviously, that wasn't the option they chose.

"We want you to be as separate from the girls while they work as possible," Dad said.

That was actually the FIRST thing that I agreed with and looked forward to.

"Obviously, that is not going to be possible with limited space in the trailer and for meals because you will be home for a while. We are still debating whether or not home school might actually be better than public school for you, but we'll cross that bridge later. Suffice it to say we want to minimize conflict, not create more of it."

That made sense, all except for homeschooling. I needed books, academics, and other smart people to talk to about lofty topics!

"Your sisters will be making your meals and serving them to you just like at night, and they will eat at the counter."

Oh no! This already sounded terrible. My mind was reeling.

"You will also have to make sure that they stay out of their room and don't repeat any of their previous shenanigans down by the highway. I don't want you EVER locking them out of the house. If you lock them out of the house, you will join them. I don't care if ONE of you locks the door, the other that didn't unlock it will be joining them as well."

GO DAD! I could hardly contain my approving smile.

"I don't know what you are smiling about, Mary. It's tragic that I even have to threaten my sons with the prospect of punishment because of what happened today, so don't gloat."

I wasn't gloating, but I erased the smile with a quickness.

"There are three tools we are going to give you, and we thought long and hard about this," Dad said. He seemed to be talking to Nick as well as Ethan, but these tools were meant for Ethan. Ethan's body language didn't give away that he was probably thrilled right now.

"The first is texting us. If they are down by the highway, having people over, drinking, smoking, or anything like that, we want to know about it right away. You took a lot of pictures that left no doubt that you caught them, but do not text those to me. You can show me when I get home. It's not that I don't believe you, but it's hard to believe some of the things the girls did."

"Understood, Sir!"

Ass-kisser!

"I don't want texts constantly for every little annoying thing. I only want texts when there is a danger or something that is a big deal, like people at the house or they are in their room during the day and won't get out. We are going to trust your judgment, but I am inclined to say if you are ever in doubt, it's better you tell us than not tell us. Text us BOTH at the same time."

"Absolutely!"

"Nick, this goes for you as well. If Ethan is busy, feel free to take responsibility and text us. Is that okay?"

"Sure, Dad!"

"Now, the second tool is for those annoying things that don't warrant a text. I am going to give you a little list, but if we feel this is being abused, work isn't being performed, then we'll adjust it," Dad said.

Oh dear, what could this be?

"If they are rude or argue back, or they are lollygagging around, watching television, then I want you to go ahead and give them a time out like they had earlier," Dad said.

Ethan and Nick seemed puzzled, and I was as well.

"What your dad means is to put them in the corner like I showed you. Fifteen minutes, nose and toes should be touching the wood, hands behind the head. It is not cruel, and it should do the trick. I want you to keep track of the number of times you had to do that and the reason. That will be one of your special projects. If it's more than three during the day, then we are going to have to address it. If it keeps on happening day after day for the same reasons, we'll adjust it. I know it will be frustrating, but we can't just let them walk all over you."

"Thanks, Mom, I won't let you down!"

"I know you won't. You are a good boy. You have been in the corner before. You know that there is no talking while they are in the corner unless you talk to them first. They can't talk to each other at all. It's just silent time to reflect."

"The third tool is positive reinforcement," Dad said.

I was quite enthusiastic about that.

"A restriction is meant to RESTRICT something, and that means privileges that the girls take for granted right now, like the ability to select their clothes and wear them and use their leisure time as they choose. Punishment is meant as a deterrent by inflicting a consequence, and for you, that's making them wait in the corner. We don't want to only focus on the negative. We want a positive outcome out of the effort, and if they can only ever be punished, they have very little incentive except to do the minimum to avoid punishment. Does that make sense, Ethan?"

"Sure does, Sir!"

"We want to recognize when the girls make progress, celebrate it, and reward it," Holly chimed in. She clearly agreed with this measure, and that surprised me. This sounded hopeful, and I appreciated the fact that they chose to include it.

"I am not talking about merely doing their assignments. That is expected. I am talking about going the extra mile to do something above and beyond while exhibiting a positive attitude. You boys are going to have to sacrifice some of the time you would normally spend playing outside, watching TV, or playing video games. One of your special projects will be following behind the girl's work to check to see how well they did, and as compensation for that, we aren't going to make you do your normal chores"

What happened to positive reinforcement???

"I don't mind doing chores, Mom!"

"I know Ethan, and we may have you do a few things like the great job you did on the tree," Holly glanced over at the lit-up Christmas tree in the living room. "You aren't to make the girls start over or watch over them while they do the work. You just check to see that it was done and make sure they move on to the next assignment. You can, however, recognize a good job on the spot!"

Okay, that sounded better.

"The girls can choose either a snack, 15 minutes rest, or an extra bathroom break!"

BATHROOM BREAK? THERE IS A LIMIT TO THE NUMBER OF TIMES WE CAN GO TO THE BATHROOM?

"Outside of meals, the girls aren't to have ANY snacks, but I am preparing a list of healthy snacks like apple slices that they can make for themselves and eat at the counter in the kitchen. They can have 15 minutes to read or relax in the living room, but NO television. They need to sit facing away from the TV. They can also choose an extra bathroom break. They can save them until the end of the day or use them right away, but they can't carry them over from day to day. We aren't getting into that kind of accounting."

I had so many fucking questions.

"Sure, that sounds great, Mom!" Ethan had none.

"When the girls do something right, you'll put it on the chart. We'll track what they did wrong and what they did right that day. If they get three or more in a day, we'll see about a special reward when we get home!"

That was something, anyway.

"Now, we want the girls to automatically have two rest periods of 15 minutes per day in addition to those chances to earn a little time off. We decided they would get three bathroom breaks, once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once after 2 pm. If we get home after 6pm, we'll text you, but that should be more than they need. They can always earn more, but we don't want them in the bathroom lollygagging and shirking their work."

WHAT? WHY? The indignity.

"Lastly, for snacks, the girls will never be starved, so you will make SURE they finish their food. If they don't, they can't have any snacks, no matter how good a job they did. You'll tell us if they left food on the plate."

"Should we make them stand in the corner if they don't eat everything, Ma'am?" Ethan asked.

Holly looked to my father, who said that would not be necessary.

"I am just checking. This sounds complicated, Dad."

"We know, and we know your lives are impacted by the actions of your sisters, but we don't want you to make this about you doing our job. This is just to maintain things while we are not here, so it's very minimal compared to how it will be when we are home."

Oh, Cripes! Is THIS minimal? What is the maximum?

"You aren't judge, jury, and execution, your mother and I are. You and Nick are more like the deputy. You observe and report. If they do a good job, you can reward them on the spot and tell them they did well. If they don't do well, you write it down, and we'll address it. If you notice them doing something they really shouldn't be doing, tell us, and we'll handle it. If they give you a hard time, send them to the corner. That's really all this is. You don't have to be a drill sergeant hollering orders and yelling at them or doing much more than that. Your mom will be home tomorrow to work out some details and make sure you feel comfortable."

"Thanks, Dad, I am a deputy as well?" Nick asked.

"Yeah, Nick. You are the youngest, but I think between you and Ethan, you can make sure things run smoothly, and that way, it's not just Ethan's word against theirs about what happened during the day. You can vouch for what really happened."

Ugh!! He could if he wasn't a lying liar who lies all the time with pants on fire.

"Anything else, Dear, before we move on to the punishment?" Dad asked Holly.

What punishment? This already sounded like a punishment.

"I would just ask the girls if they have anything to say or questions about their restriction? Is it fair?"

FAIR? That's a relative term. I could have given a diatribe on what is fair, but it was a bit late for that.

"Yes, Ma'am, it's fair." That was all I managed. My sister did, too.

"Mary, I am surprised you have no questions. I assumed you would be concerned about not having permission to wear clothes?" Dad asked.

"You said at the very beginning not to argue, protest, or bargain, so if I had any concerns, it doesn't matter because this was already decided, so I accept it, Dad. I am worried, despite what you think about me, I am a shy person. I also don't understand this. It sounds like we have to work outside sometimes naked?"

"Never down by the highway, you'll clear off the snow on the cement in front of the trailer every single day," Holly added. She told us when we took out the garbage cans, we were to drag them close to the trees by the highway and Ethan and Nick would take them up to the street.

"We won't even get shoes?"

Holly frowned and looked at my father. I think she was inclined to make us work barefoot.

"You won't be outside for more than thirty minutes at a time," Dad decided. He told Ethan and Nick to make sure we do thirty minutes MAXIMUM outside, and we spend at least an hour inside working and warming up before going back again. "They can have shoes and socks if there are any when they work outside. I can be convinced of gloves if they are needed when picking up things."

"Is that my call, Sir?"

"No, they had gloves on today. Go ahead and let them wear gloves and shoes, but if I find out you left them out for more than thirty minutes or locked them out, you'll be on work detail right next to them. That goes for you too, Nick!"

"Won't happen, that was a complete misunderstanding, Sir," Ethan assured him. He glanced at me wickedly like a cat that was about to eat a canary, and I was the canary.

"What else?" Dad asked. He knew I had more questions, and I had a lot, but they were all details running through my mind.

"You said that Ethan can tell us to stand in the corner, but what if he does it just because he can?"

"Ethan or Nick, but Ethan is in charge; the worst that happens is you waste fifteen minutes of your day, and your arms get a little heavy. You are going to be on work detail, Mary. You have to be respectful to your brothers, not just Holly and me. I thought you would bristle at that, but I assure you – this is the least of your worries."

"I understand, but let's say he tells us to stay that way all day. Are we allowed to text you if we are concerned? We could miss all our deadlines to complete the work."

Dad sighed and thought about my question.

"It's very unlikely, and it's been a long, trying evening, Mary. Your cell phones are history, vamoose, gone. That's a given. You won't be in any danger because you aren't going anywhere outside of the yard and never back to the road. You won't be texting us or anyone. Trust me, I thought about just making you two stay in your room the entire day, but it wasn't fair to put all the chores on your brothers for something that YOU did. If you accomplish nothing, we'll come home and see that one of your brothers gave you corner time all day and address that with them. Stand there and stare at the wall."

Sheesh!

"I understand it's been a long day, and I appreciate that you are trying to make us face a consequence that is fair for everyone. I am just trying to make sure that I understand what is expected of me, and you asked me if I had questions. I wasn't sure how you'd know the difference if he said we were just lazy and didn't get it done versus legitimately putting us in the corner, but I trust your judgment, Sir."

Nicely played, Mary! Dad liked that comment. He even gave me a look of approval.

"You don't have ANY other questions?"

"I have about a trillion, Dad, but I put myself here right now, and I know you have our best interest at heart and love us both, and we'll find out when we find out," I said.

He asked Joy if she had any questions.

"Um, it's kind of embarrassing," Joy shifted in place and looked around.

This whole thing was embarrassing.

"It's supposed to be, Joy. We can't spank common sense into your brain, but we thought that since you like to flash guys on the side of the road and wear sexy things, by taking away the option to do it when you want, how you want, and making you stay naked for a month, you would never want to do that again," Holly explained.


Joy nodded and clarified that her question was embarrassing to ask.

"Oh, okay," Holly shrugged and told her to go on and ask it.

"Um, well," Joy indicated, her huge bosoms hanging down. They looked like filled water balloons and were so different when she wasn't wearing a bra. "I can't go like this all month. I need some support. Can I at least wear a bra?"

Holly seemed relieved to hear the question -almost as if she was hoping it would be asked, and my sister just earned a gold star. That's why my mother's answer surprised me.

"Absolutely not, young lady! I've seen your prideful attitude as you parade around the house, and I know your breasts are what you consider your best features, but they are just part of our body and nothing special. Ethan and Nick have had the illusion dispelled that women have special boobs that stay up by magical anti-gravity. We pad, tuck, and push things up where they need to be, and now they know that is all an illusion. You will keep your hands AWAY from your um…well, I hate to say it so coarsely, but your nipples. If I catch either of you touching your nipples, your lady parts, or your bottom hole for ANY reason, then I will assume you are playing with yourselves, and there shall be hell to pay, girls. I don't want ANY of that around my boys."

Holy shit. I felt my heart palpitate, and my pulse quickened when Holly mentioned that rule. It's not that I masturbated frequently or anything, but it was just how she said it that filled me with terror and shame. It made it sound like we were chronic masturbators. It wasn't even my sister's question -and it just sort of came out of the blue.

"I didn't think that one needed to be said, but I agree with your mother. That's one reason you will sleep without sheets and with the door open. We may walk past, and if we think we see anything even resembling masturbation," Dad started to blush after he heard himself say, "Well, just don't let us see it, and we won't have to cross that bridge."

"I didn't want to use the word masturbation, but since you did," Holly frowned "That is what I would consider it, and one reason I was opposed to the idea of you serving out your restriction in the buff was that I know there would be a temptation to tickle your clickle if you have a free moment. I would strongly advise that you put any thoughts of that out of your mind. I know about your obscene tastes and proclivities. If you were to try to entertain yourselves OR each other, we'll make sure that you have a proper deterrent to self-pleasure."

That didn't sound good at all. The part that sounded weird was pleasuring each other? My sister?
What did she think I was like?

Dad made sure nobody had any immediate questions and promised we'd be talking every night about what we did right, what we did wrong, and what we needed to do more of, making adjustments and answering questions. He told us he was going to move right into the punishment we had to face in addition to our restriction.


I made a cover for the story

[EddieDavidson]

I wanted to say thanks to Student for their ideas - many are factoring into the story.

I also want to offer one thing to anyone who is reading this and thinking "Damn, this is horrible, everything bad is happening, the family will break up, these girls may have a melt down"

If that's your thought, I can assure you I don't write stories about stuff like that. In order to get the girls naked, yes, I've set Ethan as the primary instigator.

However, I wanted to offer some advanced insight, it was always my intention to paint the parents as "fallible" - meaning they don't have all the answers. Holly will mess up and make mistakes, Dad will too. They will try things, send mixed messages, and even rethink their ideas. They aren't ogres/cruel sadists. They reacted to a situation that they had no frame of reference on how to handle, and will probably fluctuate throughout the story as they see what works/what doesn't work. I wanted to make it as plausible and realistic as possible and in my experience, Father Knows Best/Ward Cleaver with all the answers isn't the norm. The parents also insisted on restriction, and they may feel they can't back down now.

If you do feel bad for the girls though, that's okay. There is a book called "Because of Winn-Dixie" (and later a movie) that talks about a candy factory that used to exist in the small Florida town. They made a candy in the flavor of "Melancholy" and the character wonders why anyone would ever want to feel that way -it's okay to have empathy for them. That's what I intended. Just don't get depressed- it's a Christmas story for crying out loud.

Also, I bagged hard on SOL and a friend pointed out (correctly) that doesn't make much of a case for anyone ever going there. What I should have said in my last interlude was that there is a toxic community of VERY vocal trolls, who probably represent less than 1% - thousands and thousands of people use that site daily, and the other 99.99% are just kind of silent.

What I should have said was simply that I am thankful and expressed my gratitude for the community on this site not being that way and left it that.

Fact is, I post daily on that site and there is a reason for that. They make it super easy to do and I enjoy many of the stories. You probably would as well, and I never meant to suggest no one should go there.

[student]

I like the cover illustration.

[EddieDavidson]

(This story could have gone many different directions, but I've finished it at twelve chapters, so I'll post them all. I could imagine how different it would have been if Mary had agreed to play PG-13 dares with her stepbrother. I don't want to simply write variations of the same theme, but I could definitely imagine a story where the girls had not been caught by their parents).

CHAPTER SIX

"You learned about the restrictions you will have until the new year when we work on the new you. I want you to know that I'd LOVE to just wipe the slate clean and forget ALL about this little detour we have to take. I don't think we will, though. I think we will continue to distrust you for a little while, so the door may stay off for a little longer after January 1st. I want you to understand that before I tell you why we are going also to punish you," Dad began.

He waited for us to say something. I think he thought we would fall to our knees and beg for mercy, but we had no idea what was awaiting us.

The leather strap in Holly's hand was old and black as molasses. It was clearly weathered by years of use. Its surface bore the marks of time, scars of discipline etched deep into its hide, each crease and fold a testament to countless reckonings. Darkened to a shade of mahogany by oil and sweat. I only know this because the strap and I were about to become intimately acquainted.

At the time, it looked like a relatively harmless, simple belt loop made of old leather. It was heavier than it seemed, and Holly gripped it in one hand and slowly slapped her empty palm lightly as she waited for my father to speak. I had a feeling, at the time, that twelve-inch strip of worn leather was the infamous "strap" my mom had alluded to earlier.

"I have never in my life spanked one of you, and I never intended to do so, but you have forced our hands. Your mother is going to give you each twenty-five across your butts, and I am going to give you another twenty-five when that is over. You will be expected to count each one and keep your hands to your sides and away from your bottoms. You aren't to fight, resist, or claw at us, and if you do any of that, we'll begin again."

Dad was somber, and he wasn't joking around at all. This was serious business, and there was no levity to be had. He said that he would start with me, his wife would start with Joy, and we would switch.

"After you receive your first twenty-five, you will not be permitted to touch your bottoms. The pain will be smart and stingy, and you will want to do so. I assure you that it will subside and that you may feel it tomorrow. We don't want to hurt you, but we feel that the pain will be a good reminder that you are in trouble, and you can't just cook and clean your way out of this. You are going to draw back a sting."

I was already imagining what this was going to be like.

You will keep your hands behind your heads and wait just as you are now when we finish, and I will call on you one at a time, ask you some questions, and ask you to admit what you did wrong. I am going to call this an affirmation because confession is the wrong word. It is much more than an admission, and you seem unwilling or incapable of explaining how you got some of the things you have, so it won't be a full confession anyway. I want you to affirm for me that you know you did something wrong, you accept responsibility, and you accept this consequence."

Dad was in no joking mood. He spoke ominously, slowing his words at times and being very considerate in his choice.

"I want you to remember everything from today and this past week and tell the truth. You will then apologize to those people you may have hurt or impugned and ask for twenty-five more. We'll switch off and repeat the process, and we may ask more questions when that is over."

FIFTY SWATS ON THE ASS? I tried to hide the absolute look of terror and stop imagining the pain because I was already feeling it.

"I can't believe that I have to ask this question, but given what was written on Joy's panties today, do you think that either of you will enjoy this experience?"

"NO!" We answered in unison.

"Have you ever been spanked? Answer me honestly."

We both said we hadn't.

"Joy, tell me, why would you buy a pair of panties that specifically asked for a spanking if you didn't expect someone to read what was on your bottom and give it to you?"

"I don't know, Daddy. I didn't buy it, and I know you don't believe us, but I didn't know that that was written on the back when I put them on."

"It magically appeared, but you thought to strip off and throw it in the snow when we pulled up so we wouldn't see it? It sounds like you knew what you were doing and that it was wrong."

"I have no excuse, Daddy," my sister almost sounded like she was speaking in baby talk, which probably didn't help her case. Dad didn't seem amused.

"Given what is written on your panties and what we found in the laundry machine, I assume that you used that on yourself, Mary?" Dad asked.

"Used what?"

"Please don't make me say it in front of Ethan and Nick; just tell me yes, or no?"

"I really don't know what any of those things were, but like my sister, I guess I have no excuse. I will not say I did it just to lessen my punishment."

"One thing that I want you both to understand is that the reason these are administered on the bottom is that it is the fleshiest part of the body. We aren't trying to inflict maximum pain. We are trying to apply enough to be a reminder that you are both in trouble, and you can't just clean floors and shovel your snow out of this. You will have to sacrifice and endure a little pain, and this will be embarrassing as well. I know that. It would be for me, too."

"This strap has been in my family for generations," Holly said as she slapped her palm softly and slowly. "I never had cause to use because Ethan is a good boy, but he knows I would if he wasn't, and that's been more than enough to keep him in line. I am hoping after we do this one time, you will as well."

"Ethan and Nick," my dad addressed the boys on the couch, who had all but made popcorn and prepared themselves for the show. "You can go to your room if you do not want to watch this part. You are also free to stay but ONLY as a lesson in consequences and to understand that we take what the girls did very seriously. You may see tears and pink bottoms, and they may even address you when they have to give their affirmation."

They were clearly staying, but they didn't make it seem like they were laughing or excited about our imminent spanking.

"This is my first time doing anything like this, I am hoping it is my last, but this is an exercise we may repeat should you continue with your behavior and fail to learn the lesson the first time."

Dad directed me to get over his lap on the chair, and Mom did the same to Joy. I had to drape my body over my father's knee, presenting my bare bottom and smushing my face into the leg of his uniform trousers. It was the most awkward and humiliating thing I had done up until this point, and I had done a lot of things today.

Joy, on the other hand, saddled herself across her mother's lap, but with such big tits, she was having a hard time adjusting herself and waddled her body until her top-heavy half nearly fell off, sticking her rump straight up.

"No, come around to the other side of me. Don't face your bottom hole in the boy's direction. They've already seen it, I am sure, but let's not present it to them!" Holly gave a gentle smack to Joy's ass to indicate she should come around to the other side.

"You seem to be as proud of your bottom hole as you are of your breasts?" Holly asked as my sister executed the same awkward crawl-waddle across her knee. Now, I could see it from where I was in my father's lap. My sister's anus was surprisingly large in diameter, like her areola.

"No, Ma'am!"

"You are going to have a rosy pink behind by the time I am done with you; stop your wiggling like a stuck pig and settle down," Holly insisted. Once my sister was in place, Holly began to spank her with the strap, and I heard the wicked sound of the old leather against her tender flesh. The sound that it made me cringe, and I felt it for her.

Joy cried out and kicked her back feet. My Mom forced Joy to stop kicking and just take it and then made her start over because she didn't count out loud each of the twenty-five.

My dad hadn't started on my punishment yet. The fact that he was waiting made it even worse for me, anticipating something I knew was going to hurt. He rubbed my butt a few times like he was thinking this over. He intended to use the palm of his hand. I could feel the callouses from the work he did in Kabetegoma State Park.

As I lay over my father's lap, feeling the cool air tickling my bare bottom, the gravity of the situation began to sink in. I couldn't believe I was here, about to be spanked like a naughty child. My shame and humiliation were compounded by the knowledge that my brothers were watching; Tears already began to well up in my eyes, still anticipating the horrible sensation of my father's wrath.

The thought of my father seeing my private areas so closely as I lay across his lap was something I didn't want to dwell on. Yet, the more I observed my little sister squirming and moving, the more I became aware that he had a perfect view down into me from where he sat. And maybe that was the reason for his hesitance.

"Sam, don't let her manipulate you into feeling sorry for her; just go ahead and do it the way that I showed you," Holly said.

Did they practice beforehand? On each other?

Dad brought his mighty hand down on my bare ass, and at the last second, he flicked his wrist, and I felt the flat of his palm reverberate from my butt to my ribs, collarbones, and spine everywhere. The sound was fearsome, but strangely, the pain was minimal.

"One!"

He did it again; this time, it was more of a slap that made my left butt cheek jiggle, and again, I felt almost nothing despite the intimidating sound.

Each ass-slap reverberated through, and some stung, but it was mostly the sudden crack of his hand followed by the force of the downswing causing my ass to jiggle that caused me to quiver.

Meanwhile, I could see my sister's torment through her agonized face. I could hear the swish of Holly's old leather strap against her thigh again before it crackled loudly across her backside once more! "Wooff!" she yelled and then counted sixteen. My father had barely started on me.

I wondered if I would feel the same anguish by then.

I could only half glance at Ethan and Nick between swats to avoid their glare. The more I looked at them, the more I felt I was giving them the satisfaction of seeing me suffer due to the cruel tricks they played on us. They didn't laugh or gloat; they merely folded their arms and watched our spanking passively.

I was around twelve by the time my sister reached twenty-two. She slipped and fell face forward onto the carpet and onto her back. "Stop wriggling and sliding around! Get back up here!" Holly demanded while pointing her finger.

My sister instinctively brought her hands to her red ass cheeks and ran around to the other side of our Mom so she could get mounted across Holly's lap again. "Get your hands away from your butt, little girl!"

"I was just trying to keep my back hole from being viewed, Ma'am!" Joy pouted, tears in her eyes as she lay across the lap and prepared for her final swats.

"You will do no such thing. Just keep your legs closed, and don't touch yourself!" Holly forced my sister's arms to her side and adjusted her so she could get enough leverage to begin again. I was thankful they didn't start over.

I almost lost count of my own spankings. I simply felt very little. I felt the impact but not the stinging pain I was supposed to feel. It was almost like taking a pillow and pounding it against your body, except slightly more forceful.

From where I was, I could see right into my sister's pussy and her rounded asshole, she was dripping wet on my Mom's legs, and there was probably nothing she could do about that either. I had never looked into my sister's pussy before. It was strange seeing her labia from this angle – like two fat cheeks.

We were told our asses would be rosy pink, but my sister's ass was bright red! I looked over my shoulder at my own butt and noticed it was barely pink.

"Twenty-Five!" I said.

"Okay, I hope you learned your lesson," Dad shifted and helped me off his lap. I was fine. I had survived it without much problem.

"Hands behind your head, interlace your fingers," Holly demanded that I stand facing her like that. Then she finished with my sister's punishment – twenty-five with the strap. Stand up now," she instructed Joy.

She stood shakily, sucking in breaths through gritted teeth, trying to quell the unbearable pain radiating from her legs. Just watching her nose run and tears welling up in her eyes frightened me. My sister joined me and stood with her hands behind her head.

"Turn around so we can look at your bottoms, but keep your hands where they are," Holly instructed. I felt like I was being inspected as I turned slowly so my parents could look at me from where they sat a few feet away.

"Did you cup your hand when you spanked Joy?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to go crazy on her," Dad said.

"You may have to do it again," Holly sounded disappointed. She asked me how I felt.

"Should I turn around, Ma'am?" I felt strange answering her with my butt facing her. Strange is not the right word; mortified.

"No, stay right where you are," Holly replied.

"I am okay. I understand why I was spanked," I replied calmly. It bruised my ego, nothing more.

Holly didn't answer, and because I couldn't see her face, I didn't know how she was reacting. I glanced sidelong at my sister and toward the boys. Ethan and Nick were observing us intently, and my sister was still blubbering.

"How about you, Joy. How do you feel? Ready for another twenty-five?"

"No, Ma'am," Joy admitted and said she was sorry for everything she had done.

Dad offered to stop the spankings if we could tell him where we got the money to buy some of the items they found in our room. I was tempted to say I shoplifted them just to be done with the punishments.

"Mary, tell us what you did wrong today?"

"I snuck out of the house naked, and I did run by the highway but not to flash truckers, and I did touch myself but only to keep my pussy lips from freezing together, and I did."

"Your whats?" Holly asked curtly. I knew immediately that she took offense to the word pussy lips.

"Labia, Ma'am?" I replied.

"Continue," she said.

"I didn't destroy my own clothes, the washer, or the dryer, and none of those things were ours. They were planted in my room."

"This is pointless, Sam. They are going to keep lying to us," Holly lamented and asked my sister if she still wanted to wear panties, asking for a spanking.

"No, Ma'am!"

"Somehow, I believe you on that one. You had a proper lash; that will be a memory you won't forget for a while. Do you have the same story to tell your sister about how today went?"

"We did it! We did it all like everyone said. Ethan never dared us to do anything naughty. We stole the things you found, some of it from Chicago before we moved here; please, no more spankings," my sister quivered and changed her story.

"Not good enough; tell what you did," Holly remained stern but patient.

"We wanted to go play by the road and hang out and play with ourselves, so we left the washer running with all the stuff in it, and then we couldn't get back in, so we through our mugs at the window and threatened Ethan, but he said we were crazy and that's why we are naked," my sister blubbered.

This was catastrophic. It was obvious to me that she just wanted to stop her spankings.

"They have two different stories, and only one of them makes sense," Holly said.

"You said you left the washer running? How did the clothes magically get into the dryer if you were locked outside?" Dad found an inconsistency in my daughter's story.

"I don't know, maybe I put them in the dryer," Joy bit her lip.

"I think she just doesn't want another twenty-five swats, and she'd say anything to save her bottom, Holly."

"Then what was the point of this exercise, Sam? You wanted the truth from two liars who you knew would tell you what you want to hear if it benefits them."

"No, it happened like that," my sister insisted, composing herself slightly and rubbing her butt.

"Hands off your rump," Holly insisted, causing my sister to pull her hands away again. "You are going to get twenty-five more because you can't keep your stories straight, but we will talk about this again tomorrow!"

"Are we going to be spanked every night?" Holly spun on her heel with a terrified expression and demanded to know if that was the plan, which shocked Holly.

"You might if your attitude doesn't change. Right now, you need to worry about the twenty-five your father gave you!" Holly instructed me to climb up on our father's lap and told my father not to cup his hand again.

"Mary, get over here and let me show you what a proper lash feels like," Holly ordered.

I knew to mount her on the side, away from the boys, ass up, boobs against her pants. I slid into the same position I held with my father.

"I can feel your prickly, dirty lady hairs against my leg. They probably haven't been washed in a long time. I want you to shave tonight and do it well! You know how, right?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. I had only trimmed my pubic hair, but I had a general idea of how to do it from shaving my legs. I wasn't going to say I didn't because then she might shave me.

Holly's leather strap connected to my exposed flesh... Thwack! The impact rang out like a gunshot in the quiet study room. My entire body jumped and trembled at the forceful strike on my upper thigh, causing several small ripples along my skin from where it landed to vibrate underneath me, too.

"Count each stroke!"

"ONE!" I yelped. This was quite a different experience that my first spanking.

"Doesn't feel so nice, huh? You have TWENTY-FOUR more to go," Holly reminded me sarcastically of what felt like an impossible number to endure. Another loud crack echoed in the room as Mom's leather strap struck again, this time harder than before. It hurt so bad! The leather connecting with my flesh had a texture that was so different than a palm. I swear I could feel the pores of the leather and the cracks in it through my flesh.

My ass cheeks stung like crazy, but I clenched my teeth together stubbornly to prove I would accept the consequences of my actions stoically. I took it without any complaint or resistance and counted "TWO!"

Joy squealed merely each time my father spanked her with the flat of his palm. It was her turn to be able to see inside me from where she was on his lap. I hoped she couldn't see too much.

"Your many transgressions today should be weighing heavily on you, Mary! You have the name of Jesus's mother and the day he was born as your last name! You should set an example for your sister, not instigate her illicit behavior!"

I didn't argue; I simply gasped involuntarily; tears formed at corners, eyes burning hotly behind closed lids, as she landed another fierce swat upon my tender backside. "THUH-REEEEE!" I squealed like an Umpire might when calling the third strike in a baseball game.

It was the first time that Ethan and Nick laughed at us. Their mother told them to knock it off, or they would have to leave. "If you think this is easy, you can volunteer for a demonstration!"

They shut right up.

Each swat seemed to reduce my resistance to any sort of modesty. There was a point I began to move my legs like a frog, ready to leap out of my mother's ass, but she simply grabbed me and forced me to remain still.

At the count of eleven, I felt I couldn't go further and started pleading for her to stop, promising I had learned my lesson, and counting, I was balling my eyes out.

"You have fourteen more to go, not even halfway yet," Holly reminded me. It felt like an eternity from now.

"Are you an anal whore? Isn't that what you had put on your panties, Mary?"

"No, I am not, I don't do anal, TWELVE!" I yelped. I didn't care about my dignity. If she wanted to know, I would tell her. Snot rolled down my nose.

"You ran around in front of my sons with the word anal whore on your ass, and you expect me to believe you have never done it before? You filthy, filthy liar!" Holly cracked that strap so hard against my inner thigh that I nearly slapped her back. I screamed out the next number.

"You keep grinding those dirty pubic hairs into my leg like you are trying to get yourself excited, just lie still, or I will begin again," Holly insisted.

I noticed that as her furor rose and she slapped me, so did her internal filter for cuss words. She asked me if I secretly enjoyed being nude and showing off my little boobies? "You want everybody to see those nice little titties of yours, don't you?"

"No, Ma'am, Eighteen!"

"You agreed to restriction pretty quickly; maybe you think you'll be able to get a thrill from shaking your big butt and spreading your little pink asshole in front of the men in your family?"

"No, never!! NINETEEN:" I was blubbering; my throat grew horse."

"Have you ever taken money for sex?"
The lash bit into me; this time, she brought it between my legs, so it bit into my pussy lips.

"No, I am not a prostitute, Mom! Twenty"

"Did I hit your precious pussy lips? Isn't that what you call them?" she snarled.

"Yes, I did, TWENTY-ONE; please stop, MOM, it's killing me!"

"You have four more, and I should give you twenty-five more after that because your dad barely gave you a love tap!"

She continued to spank my pussy, like she was punishing it instead of me, and it was only the thickness of my pubic patch that protected my labia from the true bite. I counted for her and endured it, with tears rolling down my eyes.

"You needed to be cut down to size and put in your place. You aren't the Mom, I am the Mom. You got too big for your britches; the britches come off!"

I think everyone in the room was stunned at the spectacle they just witnessed. Holly had lost herself in her furious anger, and she even seemed to realize it once it was finished. She released me from her lap and apologized.

"I am sorry about that, Mary. I am sorry about that, everyone. I got so angry that forgot to censor my words and said some unladylike things that I am not proud of," My Mom admitted, while trembling and considering her last actions.

My sister was already standing, hands behind her head, facing away from us. Her butt was still red, just like mine was now. She was blubbering but far less hysterical than she was earlier. I joined her in the same position.

"Your behinds both match," Holly offered in a tone that was less serious. It seemed like perhaps she was trying to introduce some levity because she had lost her cool and wasn't sure how to recover from that.

"Holly, this is why I was opposed to corporal punishment. It's possible to punish out of anger," he advised her without addressing anyone else.

"It won't happen again, I was just so enraged that Mary had the audacity to use words like that around us, and I thought that I would give her a taste of her own medicine. I forgot myself and who I am and lost my temper and that should not have happened. I am sorry to everyone, but most of all to Mary. How do you feel, Mary?"

"It hurts, Ma'am," I admitted through the bitter tears. I could taste the salt in my own tears rolling across my lips.

"It's supposed to hurt. You can walk, though, right?"

I nodded yes because she seemed to be facetious.

"Good. Is there anything you want to tell us that you didn't say the last time?"

There was a whole range of words I could have chosen to impart about her. I wanted to call my Mom a vicious psycho who just melted my ass cheeks and a hypocrite who used vulgar language when she scolded anyone else for doing it.

I am not sure if it was fear of retribution or simply that I felt sorry for her losing her temper and accepted her apology. I could even relate to being caught up in the moment. I did something that I thought was classy.

"Everyone gets caught up in the moment sometimes and makes a mistake, Mom. I am not mad at you for spanking me because that's the punishment that I deserve, but I do think that when you use filthy language yourself, you don't have the right to tell people not to do as you do."

However, once I heard myself saying those words, I realized that the moment I said, "You don't have the right," they were, in fact, a VERY poor choice of words.

"I don't have the right to say what I want in my own home? And who are you to preach to me about filthy words, Ms. Anal Whore?" Holly did not respond well to being called out for her hypocrisy – not at all. "I had a momentary lapse in judgment. You were doing filthy things long before today, or you would not have even HAD those panties. I only used those words because you have already tainted this house with them by exposing my son, my sons, to them, and I MAY forgive you for that, but I am NOT going to forget. If I CHOOSE to call you an Anal Whore, do you know what you do?"

"Just accept it?"

"You keep your mouth shut because you wore the panties. You told us yesterday you don't even wear panties; come to find out, you have a whole stash of nasty underwear. Who knows how many men have seen those things, and now you tell me that you don't like vulgarity?"

This was not going well for me. It was only escalating, and nothing I could say or do would change that.

Thankfully, my father put his calming hand on my mother's arm and gently asked her to stop.

"You are absolutely right, Sam. I allowed this girl to get under my skin and criticize me. I swear to you that I love both of them so deeply that I would give my life for them, but I do not LOVE what they do and say right now!"

"I understand that, but let's have these conversations differently. Raising our voices just puts us at their level. The kids bicker and yell at each other. We can't set a good example if we can't be communicated with."

My Mom took a sip of water and quieted herself.

"Turn around," Dad instructed us to face him.

"Mary, you are NOT in a position to criticize anyone else in this house for anything they do or say. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir. May I say something to my Mom?"

I could see his point, but I wanted to address Holly.

"You may unless it's more of what just happened."

"Mom, I am so, so, sorry that I said what I just did. That came out wrong. I did not mean to imply that you had no right, and I knew it was wrong as I was finishing my sentence, but I just kept right on saying. I meant to say that I know people sometimes say the wrong things in the heat of the moment. I've never had a spanking before tonight, and I hope I never will again, but I wasn't thinking straight because my blood was pumping, and I am really ashamed of myself and embarrassed. I appreciate what you said about loving me so much you would give your life for me, and I feel the same way. I love you; I don't love the spanking."

"Well, that's nice, and I want a hug. Come here," My Mom stood up, opened her arms, and hugged me tightly for a full minute. Holly placed her hands on my back to kept me there and put her face close to mine. It was a nice moment after a brutal spanking.