Chapter 15

As difficult as it may be to understand for whoever is reading this, I still felt like I should be making more of an effort to subjugate myself - at least to my husband in front of my family. The rules that Kendrick made involved hitting me with a spatula, fucking whoever he wanted and being naked. They were not an all-encompassing set of domestic discipline rules – not at first.

There was nothing about how I had to behave, talk, eat, or behave around the house beyond generalizations. I wished there was because then perhaps I wouldn’t have felt so confused about what the expectations of me would be. I volunteered more to fill in the gaps.

I thought it might help them understand that Kendrick really was making a major sacrifice for me and we should all, and I mean myself specifically, acknowledge the sacrifice of my husband.

He would have been perfectly content if I’d never made a single bet with Jessica - certainly more content than finding out how much the bets had evolved. Yet here I was, naked, a butt plug up my tailpipe making concessions and agreements so that Kendrick would agree to me having sex with other men - men he would choose for me.

My mind even drifted accidentally to Chris and what Kendrick had asked of me. Kendrick’s idea was definitely interesting, and my body immediately reminded me of the fact. If there could be another more accurate definition of being a slut than what I just described, in addition to wondering what it’d be like to actually fuck my son, I didn’t know it.

Yet I was still uncomfortable admitting I’d already become an actual slut. That would be like admitting that I have a cunt or that I could BE one when I wanted to be. A step in the right direction towards overcoming the difficulties I was experiencing in coming to terms with my sexuality, would be acknowledging Kendrick as more than just an accessory in my life.

I’d already agreed to call my husband, ‘sir’ because he’d asked, but I wanted to make it more official. The children had probably already twigged to my form of address, but if they hadn’t, I figured I may as well make it a verbalized rule. It would be simply a public acknowledgement of my status below that of my husband. I had no idea it would open a can of worms for me.

“Do you mind if I officially call you, Sir? Like a requirement? There’ll be times when I don’t feel like it, and it would help keep me in the right mindset as your Hot Wife, not your equal. Also, it just seems right and proper that you be acknowledged as having a higher status than me,” I explained, feeling the heat of my cheeks as I asked that in front of my family.

“Great idea, Carrie!” Kendrick beamed as if I’d had the best idea ever. I didn’t expect my own children to jump on the bandwagon.

“Then you should call me, ‘Zortan-the-Exulted’ and Danny, ‘Babaloo’, too,” Chris immediately suggested.

“Hell no! I don’t want mom calling me some stupid cartoon character name!” Danny objected.

“Maybe you should call Kristina, ‘Princess’?” Julie asked to show that she approved of the direction this was going. I caught Kristina’s expression when her friend had suggested that. It was like she was seeing a halo sprout from her friend’s head.

“Babaloo is the Iron god from Exodus,” Chris explained to his brother about the video game and that character being the toughest of them all. It was clear at that point that Chris was not making fun of his brother and instead, had tried to offer a huge compliment.

“Nah. I like Danny. But Sir Danny sounds pretty cool. How about it, mom? Will you call me Sir Danny, mom?” he asked, louder than the others were talking.

I immediately felt totally overwhelmed. I had three teens looking at me eagerly, insistent I answer their questions - one of whom wasn’t even MY child. I had a husband grinning from ear to ear in the background, then there were my girls. I had one daughter fighting to keep a straight face and another who seemed more focused on her friend than anyone else in the room. Part of my brain just shut down, and as a result, I said nothing.

“Spatula!”

“The word was practically shouted by Jessica, and everyone stopped talking. I think I jumped a little. My tits and butt definitely jiggled, so I must have jerked at the single, shouted word.

“Mom said she wanted us to remind her when she didn’t answer our questions immediately,” Jessica shrugged as if that explained everything, despite how unfair that was to me.

I’d chosen the spatula because I was sure it wouldn’t hurt, but already it was being suggested? That was hardly fair! Especially since my children had purposefully overwhelmed me and now Jessica was suggesting I get a ‘reminder’ after being verbally assaulted from all directions at once. How would she have handled things if she’d been in my shoes, I thought to myself.

Then the thought struck me that if Jessica was suggesting the spatula, maybe she was already changing her own mind? If she joined me as a Hot Daughter on the same level as me being a Hot Wife, she surely wouldn’t be allowed to use the spatula on me, would she? That’d make it okay for me to use it on her too.

“I was waiting for your father to decide!” I defended myself.

“The question was clearly aimed at you, Carrie,” Kendrick did nothing to defend my hesitation. “I think this is a fine time for Danny to decide if he’s up to the task of doing what you asked.

Danny just shrugged as if he was being asked whether he wanted a drink refill when he still had half a glass full. Like smacking his own mother was something he could take or leave.

“Well, Danny? Does your mom need the Memory Enhancer or not?” Kendrick asked his son. I could see it was a test for Danny. He’d either shrug again and say he didn’t know, or make his own commitment to his parents’ wishes clear.

“Sure, why not? If mom wants it and you’re good with it, I can show the others how it’s done,” Danny agreed. I had NOT expected that!

Danny picked up the spatula and flexed it. I don’t know if he knew what he was looking at or not, yet he seemed satisfied that it was what he’d expected. He even swished the spatula through the air a couple of times, causing the flat paddle end to make whooshing noises that were, to be honest, a little frightening.

I can tell you now, I’m not a pain slut. At the time I didn’t know what one was, but I certainly knew the sound of the spatula slicing through the air sounded ominous and painful. That it was being wielded by my son did NOT make the sound any less scary. I wished I’d chosen an empty paper towel roll instead. Maybe a rolled-up newspaper. The spatula suddenly sounded like the worst choice ever, at that moment.

“I guess you hold your hands out and say what it was you forgot then ask for the reminder?” Danny prompted.

I probably looked like a fish out of water for a moment. My mouth opened and closed but no words popped out. I got control as quickly as possible. After all, as far as the children were concerned, this was all my own idea.

“You asked a straightforward question, Sir Danny. I should have given you a straightforward answer?” I said as I reluctantly held my hands out, palms up. I certainly didn’t want Danny rapping my knuckles with the spatula. Even as I used the title Danny had requested, I cringed at the sound of my own voice and the way it sounded like a question rather than a statement. I was also confused. I had assumed he’d smack my butt.

It’s what I would have done if I’d been in his position. You know that to assume is to make an ass out of you and me, right? That was the moment I realized I hadn’t specified WHERE I should be slapped with the spatula. But what could I do? Change the rules now? I just felt stupid instead, holding my hands out like a naughty girl.

The first smack hurt more than I’d thought possible from such a floppy utensil. I jerked my hands away and flapped them in front of me to cool my fingers off. Everyone laughed at me. It was awful and somehow, weirdly arousing.

“Shouldn’t you be counting and thanking Danny, Carrie?” Kendrick asked, causing me to tighten my lips. That fucking hurt, was what I wanted to say. Holding my hands out for a second one was another thing I did NOT want to do!

“Thank you, sir Danny,” I managed, a tear coming to my eyes. “That was one,” I added, almost forgetting Ken’s instruction.

I put my hands back out but I jerked them away when I saw the spatula coming. I just couldn’t keep them there! I now knew what the horrible little utensil felt like.

“Moooom,” Danny complained as if it were somehow MY fault that I’d jerked away.

“Do that again, Carrie. I dare you,” Kendrick said with a little twitch to his lips from him hiding a grin. “I’ll have Danny keep swatting your hands until you can learn to keep them still for the whole five.”

It was more of a promise than a threat although Ken wasn’t being mean. He just didn’t want me backing down from the first test of my commitment to how I’d personally asked to be treated and he was absolutely right, too. If I acted like I couldn’t stand a silly little spatula, how seriously would anyone take me? I put my hands out again, but this time I closed my eyes. I figured if I couldn’t see the smack coming, it’d help.

It did, and it didn’t. I still jerked my hands away the instant I felt the kiss of the plastic but I shook them for a moment and put them right back. “Two, thank you, Sir Danny!” My voice sounded a little shrill because that damned spatula hurt even more the second time. I wondered if I could ask Ken to limit its use to my much more substantial butt.

“Three, thank you Sir Danny!” This time I realized I had in fact called him SIR Danny. I mean I hadn’t just added the word ‘sir’ to his name. I can’t really explain it any better than that. I just felt like I was referring to someone other than my teenage son. Someone called Sir Danny. And I bit my lip but kept my hands in place.

“Four, thank you Sir Danny,” I almost cried out in anguish. The fucking demonic spatula pretending to be a useless kitchen utensil, felt like it was flaying the skin from my fingers.

“Fiiiiive, thank you Sir Danny,” I actually did sob just once.

This time I looked at my hands, not sure what to expect after cooling them by shaking them a moment. Maybe they were a little pink, but that was all. The pain was more in the surprise and the fact that I’d never submitted to such treatment before. “I really appreciate you helping me out, Sir Danny,” I assured my son just in case my silly reaction had caused him doubt in what he’d done. I’d asked, and he’d performed exactly as requested. And I really DID feel like I’d be more careful in future. I did NOT want another reminder like that! What I did want was for this to be over so I could ride Ken’s dick.

“Why don’t you summarize for everyone what you’re agreeing to, Carrie. Then Jessica can make her decision official, and we’ll get onto talking about punishments and any other questions anyone has,” Ken said.

I listed off on my fingers what I’d agreed to. I repeated about doing ALL the household chores; I explained that was to ensure I didn’t become complacent and could be held to a minimum standard now that I was a homemaker and had no excuses for not doing everything since that was what I’d chosen as a new career.

I reiterated my determination to answer all questions immediately, openly, honestly, directly and plainly with a spatula as a reminder as necessary. I wanted to tell the children it was because it was one thing that frustrated Kendrick about me, but I couldn’t really say that, so I was forced to admit I’m naturally shy. My children, seeing their naked mother with a butt plug in her ass, didn’t believe me. It really was the truth though, so no matter what they said, I had no better answer for them.

I said I would have family-chosen outfits to wear in public. It hadn’t been my idea, and the thought of what my family would come up with was somewhat terrifying. Imagining their choices had been a large part of what generated the fear. For example, I had visions of Kristina innocently selecting a bunny outfit I’d once worn for Halloween. She had loved seeing me in that outfit each Halloween for a number of years.

No, not the playboy bunny-type outfit but a onesie where the feet were part of the costume, plush fur that included a hood and it had built-in floppy ears. I think the zipper was broken so I began to hope I’d thrown it out. I just didn’t remember. Had I saved it for her sake so I could fix the zipper and wear it again, especially for her enjoyment? If I had, it’d be in the back of my closet.

I explained that rule as a way of challenging myself to no longer hide behind my choice of clothes. I knew it would be a little thin as far as my ability to defend the suggestion, but it turned out I didn’t need to. The family was excited to ‘help’ me with that request and didn’t seem to care what my reasoning was.

The rule about practicing sexual techniques every night in the living room was the hardest to justify, and I wished I hadn’t suggested it. I’d gambled and lost when I’d dreamt up that one, having imagined there would be no way Kendrick would approve. How does one justify using a vibrator in front of their family in a common area of the house?

I kicked myself again for betting Kendrick would veto it. I should have known better. That’s when the idea struck. I won’t say it was a GOOD idea, but I was desperate. I told the children I was a nymphomaniac and I needed help. I didn’t just say it like that, of course. NO ONE would just admit that to their family even if it were true.

I definitely skirted the line of getting another ‘reminder’ while I wracked my brain trying to justify the rule. The word ‘nymphomaniac’ just popped out and I had to then develop an immediate explanation about how masturbating with toys in the living room was helpful in me dealing with my ‘affliction’. I told everyone with a tiny voice and a red face, that I had decided to embrace my tendencies first, in order to deal with the second.

“You know I love you all, right?” I said. “Just because I have issues I need to address so they don’t ruin my marriage, I want you to understand that being a nymphomaniac isn’t the end of the world either. It just means your dad is such a truly wonderful human being that he is willing to help me come to terms with my sexuality. I wouldn’t want to do anything to hurt any of you, but if your father hadn’t agreed to do so much to help me, including having this discussion, you might start to hate me, and I certainly couldn’t bear that.”

I got reassurances from Kendrich, as well as all four of my children, that they loved me unconditionally too. I almost broke down in happy tears. I had to clear my throat and wipe my eyes with a napkin before I could continue.

I think even Julie was touched despite not being part of the family. If anyone would call our interaction barf-worthy, it would have been her. She wisely stayed silent. I think Kristina would have had something to say to her if she had made an indication we were being too soppy. Yeah, it was that bad. Or good, I suppose.

When it came to the rule about daily exercises and the performance of them in the evening for whoever wanted to see, I deferred to Kendrick. I warned the children that those too would have a sexual element, and I took one for the team by saying I’d requested that even though in reality, I had absolutely no idea what exercises Ken would come up with.

I told everyone I refused to continue to be a fat and lazy wife anymore. I had to hold back tears of humiliation when I said that, but the harder I tried to keep the tears at bay, the more the fluids seemed to be rerouted between my thighs. I was getting to be a real swamp-girl down there with a desperate need for Kendrick’s private attention.

“Rule five is that I’ll smile and happily bend over to show anyone my butt plug and I’ll always have one in while moving about the house.” I was proud that my voice didn’t break when I said that. I guess it was the practice I’d already had in doing exactly that for Christian.

I even somehow managed to add a rule in there about always having a butt plug in. It seemed harmless enough at the time considering everything else that was happening, and I was growing more and more fond of my butt plugs anyway.

“Why do you insist on showing us your ass, mom?” Kristina asked. It was a great question and another I had no ready answer for. Because Kendrick wanted me to tease Christian with a woman’s bottom so he wouldn’t be too interested in guy’s butts? I could hardly say that!

“I don’t want you to think I’m keeping secrets from you, Princess,” I said, testing out the title Julie had suggested for my daughter. It was the easiest title to use since I regularly called her ‘honey or ‘baby’ or ‘sweetie’ anyway.

“In this house, I want you all to be able to sate your curiosity without feeling uncomfortable. It’s just like me answering your questions. Anything I can do to help you feel comfortable in an unusual situation is the least I can do,” I assured her. “I want you to understand I know you probably can’t easily talk to your friends about the changes around here, but in exchange, you can talk to me about anything,” I promised them all.

“I think it’s cool and I’m telling everyone that I have a Hot Mom,” Christian declared. I think my mind short-circuited a little upon hearing that. I REALLY hoped he was teasing. I looked at Kendrick for support.

Kendrick was quick to jump on that one. “Be careful what you say and who you say it to,” Kendrick advised in his ‘dad-voice’. He reminded the children that there were some people at school who liked nothing more than to break up happy families.

He gave an example of a stodgy old teacher finding out Christian’s mom walks around the house naked except for a butt plug and being offended, reports us to Family Services. He went on to explain that while what I was demonstrating was not cause for breaking our family up, that wouldn’t stop someone from trying.

“You mean like Mrs. Adams? She hates me anyway. I’d never volunteer ANYTHING to her!” Christian assured his dad.

“But if you were talking about it to one of your friends and she overheard? Sometimes you think you’re alone with your friends and people, maybe like Mrs. Adams, listen really hard so they can hear things. Sometimes your friends talk to other friends and someone like her hears something they shouldn’t. I’m just asking that you be aware of the fact that some people wouldn’t understand and they’d take offense,” he summarized.

“So you want us to be ashamed of mom?” Chris asked in confusion.

“Absolutely not!” Kendrick sounded a little angry at the suggestion that ANYONE be ashamed of me. “I’m just saying that sometimes you say something that have unexpected consequences. Do any of your friends have peanut allergies?” He asked Chris. Everyone stopped talking at once when he asked that unusual question.

“Umm. No? I don’t think so? Well maybe Gary. He’s allergic to everything,” Chris admitted.

“That would be something he SHOULD share with you if he did. It could save him from going into anaphylactic shock if you shared the wrong candy or even a wrong sandwich with him. But if he wet the bed, would he tell you?”

“He doesn’t, dad. Pretty sure of that. Although I can see him keeping it to himself if he did, I guess,” Chris admitted.

“Would you find it funny and tell everyone?” Kendrick insisted.

“No! Never,” Chris replied, although I could tell he was lying. “Why didn’t you just say I shouldn’t tell anyone?” Chris muttered after a pause.

“Because that’s not what I want, son. I just want you to be careful of WHO you tell and be prepared for them to be upset or find it funny or start spreading rumors that may or may not be true. This is a good life lesson for you, too, Christian. What you say can bite you in the butt,” Kendrick assured our son.

I was so ready to move on that I forgot to spend more time defining the rule about bending over to show my children my butt plug. If I had, I wouldn’t have left the rule so wide open. Like my butt would be later on when Chris finally convinced a couple of his friends to come over. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Suffice to say that like the Memory Enhancer rule where I’d assumed my butt would be it’s only target, I’d left some pretty glaring loopholes.

At least the last rule was comparatively easy. I didn’t know how I was going to remember to call Chris Condor-the-Great or whatever it was, but when I covered that and explained that the idea was to use titles as a reminder that I wasn’t better than anyone else in the house, I asked Chris to repeat the name he wanted me to use. Without hesitation, Christian reminded me he wanted to be referred to as Zortan the Exalted. Kristina and Julie snickered at that because Chris had puffed out his chest. A look from Kendrick and the snickers were partially muffled.

Kendrick spoke next. “Your mom has come up with six new rules, kids. I’ve got a couple ideas myself too, but I wanted to see how you felt about what she’s said so far. I know this is putting a lot on you but are you all okay with them?” He asked, pausing to lock eyes with first Danny, then Chris and finally Kristina to gauge their reactions.

Danny seemed completely cool with everything to the point of boredom. Christian looked excited. Kristina glanced at Julie for approval before shrugging. Julie looked pretty ecstatic about what she’d heard, too. Like our private family meeting had any impact on her. Duh to me.

I noticed Kendrick hadn’t sought a reaction from Jessica. He probably knew what he needed to know from her already, I guessed.

“Great. Now I’ve got a question for Kristina,” Ken said, causing everyone to turn their attention to her. I had sudden thoughts about him asking her to get nude too. I can’t say what caused me to think that.

Maybe it was because two of the three female members of the house were already naked? Maybe I wanted to think that, as payback for the way Kristina hadn’t argued and insisted I not do this? Maybe I just wanted to see her humbled a little too? My little fantasy was killed way too quickly.

“Would it bother you to sit in a puddle of your mom’s slime?” he asked. Oh if the floor could have swallowed me, I would have been gone. I couldn’t believe he was asking my youngest daughter that!

“Ewww! Daaaaad! That’s so disgusting!” She replied, really scrunching her face up.

“I just wanted to be sure. As sure as I am that Danny and Chris wouldn’t care so much. But based on your reaction, I will NOT have naked females sitting on the furniture in the future. That means you too, young lady,” he gestured towards Jessica sitting on her chair. She looked blankly back at him as if taking her time processing what he was inferring.

“Then where the heck AM I supposed to sit?” She asked, looking around for a nonexistent hovering chair that wasn’t considered ‘furniture’.

“You either get dressed or stand up. New HOUSE rule. No naked asses on the furniture. Girls leave snail trails. They can’t help it sometimes, but that doesn’t mean it won’t stain the couch, so the easiest thing to do is just make one simple rule. If Chris sat down naked, he’d probably leave skid marks,” Ken joked.

“Daaaaad!” Chris protested, sounding exactly like his twin sister.

The message was clear though. Ken didn’t mind anyone being naked. He just drew the line at anyone being naked and sitting. Even on wooden chairs, it seemed.

Jessica harrumphed but stood up, rolling her eyes.

“Did you want to make a declaration to everyone, Jessica?” Ken asked her bluntly.

“I thought you were going to add a bunch of extra rules then talk about punishments first? And this super-secret family project?” Jessica answered.

“I’m glad you want to know the consequences before you dive in, Jess,” Ken praised his daughter. Her face lit up. She loved it when her father praised her in front of everyone no matter how often he did it.

“The real question is, what are your intentions? If I was to say that your mom would get a stern talking to whenever she broke a rule, would that be any different than if the punishment for breaking a rule was to be hung by her tits from the tree in the backyard?” He asked. Jessica was about to say something, but he held up his hand to stop her.

“I can see you’ve made up your mind already, Jess. All I want to know is if being aware of the consequences first, changes your mind or if you’re ready to commit, not even knowing what the consequences will be? Do you have a plan for how long you’d go along with what your mom has agreed to, and can you explain exactly WHY you’d be willing to agree in the first place?” He asked.

Her siblings looked stunned and confused by the change of direction away from me. They probably had very little idea what Ken was talking about except for the brief conversation Jessica had with her dad earlier.

“I already told you, dad ... Sir. Anything mom can do, I can do better,” she boasted. “As to the question of how long? Until mom quits and demands to go back to how things were,” she said as if she’d considered the matter carefully. Surely, she had to know there was no going back for me after what I’d just agreed to?

“So, what do you want, Jessica? Clear and concise, please,” Ken asked his daughter to spell out what they’d discussed the night before. He said that he wouldn’t allow her to grow up to be “like me” and avoid giving straight answers. She’d have to spell it out so there could be no misunderstanding.

He didn’t actually add that they’d discussed it on the back patio after she’d sucked his cock.

“I want to see what it’s like being a Hot Daughter, Sir. You point me at a cock, and I’ll suck it or fuck it, and I’ll do a better job of it than mom,” she assured him, seemingly not caring that her brothers and sister were looking at her in shock. “My pussy’s tighter than mom’s,” she continued. “Give it a go and you’ll see,” she said, making it clear she had no qualms about anyone present knowing she was willing to fuck her own father.

“Jessica! You’re such a slut!” Kristina gasped at about the same time as Danny and Christian said the same thing but in their own ways. There was a moment’s pandemonium as everyone tried to speak at the same time. Kendrick had to whistle to shut everyone up. I nearly had a spontaneous orgasm in the middle of all that.

“Go join your mom and kneel in the doorway so we can see you together,” Ken told Jessica. She came over to me, grabbed my hand and grinned. “Bet you didn’t think I’d do it, did you?” she whispered and led me to the spot Kendrick had indicated. We both knelt.

“Backs straight. Spread your knees more, ladies,” Kendrick said. I felt like anything BUT a lady as I did as Kendrick said. “Interlace your fingers behind your heads. Good. Push your tits out, Carrie. Like Jessica’s doing. There’s a good girl, you’ll get it right soon enough,” he praised me when I’d complied. The words cut deep and at the same time, made me feel weirdly satisfied. Even now, I can’t properly describe what went through my mind at that moment.

It felt wrong for Ken to call me a lady. It felt even more wrong for him to praise me for arching my back and thrusting my boobs out further. I was feeling completely degraded, humiliated, embarrassed, and kind of like a piece of animated furniture myself, adjusting to the desires of the person in control of me.

There ought to be a word added to the English language to describe what I was feeling. The only one I could think of that covered the combination of mixed emotions clashing within my head, was ‘right’. It felt right. Right for Kendrick to put me on the floor. Right to be looking up at my own children as they sat in their seats looking down on me. Right for how I was able to please Ken. Right for being so crazy horny that my pussy lips stuck together even though my thighs were widely parted.

“Rule seven. When you’re not busy, you’ll kneel like that. Both of you. If there’s a regular danger of you dripping, we’ll put a catch pan under you, but for now, you’ll lick up any mess you make,” he said.

“No fucking way!” Danny finally showed serious emotion. It didn’t sound like he was arguing with his father, just in complete disbelief at what he was seeing with his own two eyes.

“I’m not staining my furniture at the expense of my floors, Danny. But don’t let your mom and sister kneel on the carpeted areas, okay? Even if they lick up their messes right away, the carpets can still stain.,” Ken told our son.

“I don’t mean that, dad. I mean like everything! Jessica just offered your dick a ride. Now she’s kneeling, and I can see right up inside her beaver,” he exclaimed. “Did I just wake up in the twilight zone or something?”