Chapter 14

“Ethan, I need to hear from you; is what I’m hearing from these girls correct?” asked Dad.

This was the critical moment, where Ethan had to take sides. He could support us, meaning (paradoxically) he agreed we were needing more discipline. Or he could continue with his lies, painting us as sex-crazed, filthy harlots. He might say the two of us attacked him together, causing his injuries.

But, in spite of all my misgivings, Ethan came through, supporting everything Joy and I had just spun out for our parents. He reminded them that we had answered their generosity with immediate backsliding, laziness, foul language, and disrespect.

“I’m sorry to say this, but I think the way they behaved today shows they are on their way back to the ways they were acting before you knew about it, Mom and Dad. The only reason the house isn’t a disaster is because I left them outside dancing and blasting the music, while Nick and I did their chores and cleaned up.

“I believe the restrictions are needed; these two behaved better when their clothes were off. I’m used to seeing them now; what did you call it, Mom? They were naked as jaybirds. But I don’t want to touch them or spank them. I think you should go back to having us make lists of their good and bad actions. At the end of each week, if they’ve earned it then punishments could be handed out.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Ethan was actually helping Joy to get what she wanted. It sounded like I would be able to support her, mostly, by simply doing the cooking and chores without wearing clothes. As for me, I only needed to misbehave enough to get a (hand) spanking occasionally while continuing to be on restriction and supporting my sister.

“What about you, Nick?” asked Dad.

He endorsed everything Ethan said, agreeing with the plan, including the written lists of transgressions and successes for punishments and rewards. In other words, to restore the restriction routines. He agreed, more severe failures could earn us a strap session.

While Nick was talking, I frowned at Joy. She needed to take the deal, even though it didn’t match all of her desires and expectations. Fortunately, our parents spoke with me next.

“I have to agree with my brothers. The two of us are backsliding. Why don’t we try going back on restriction for a week, with the written records? After a week, we can see if you want to continue. Joy and I accept this. I agree with Ethan, early parole from restrictions meant the lessons didn’t sunk in they way they should have. Mom and Dad, let’s do a trial.”

I put my eyes on Joy; I hoped she realized she wouldn’t get everything she wanted at the beginning. She answered my look with a slight smile, then addressed Mom and Dad.

“We are a handful; I think restrictions have to come back. I don’t want to end up being impossible; and running wild. I appreciate the boys being willing to step up. Please let us do this.”

Dad lost his patience, then. “Enough! Just, just stay here. Holly and I need to talk.”

After they left, I went to Joy and tried to explain myself.

“Joy, this is a negotiation. Holly won’t strap you every night like you want her to. After what has already happened, she won’t easily pick up that strap again. For a while, we need to accept something less than your ideal. Are you with me?”

“Mary, I understand. You’re smart.”

I turned to the guys.

“For this to work, we need to have your help. I don’t understand you, Ethan. You’ll be OK with us on restriction?”

“I’m not sure, myself, but it would be stupid to turn down the two of you making our meals, doing our chores, and doing all these things while naked. I’m sure Nick will agree.”

“Nick, what do you think?”

“I’ll need Ethan’s help thinking up things for the notebook, but I don’t think Joy is going to be satisfied with Holly scolding her once a week. Right, Joy?”

“You’re right, Nick. Mary, we need to come up with really terrible things so Mom will use the strap.”

“What are you going to do? Break the fridge?” Ethan growled. “You’ll get us thrown out of this Minnesota mansion, just for a few minutes of abusive pleasure?”

“Mm, abusive pleasure. I love it!”

“Joy, he’s right. Guys, how can we make this work until the New Year? Wait, I have an idea. Nick, you have a leather belt, don’t you?”

“You mean?”

“Exactly, you two keep Joy in line, as much as she needs. Joy, you better help me in the kitchen, or I’ll smack your flabby, fat ass with a quickness, whore! With a fucking spatula! I’m the best damn sister you could ever have, you stupid cunt. What do you say, boys?”

“Bitch!”

“Slut!”

Mom and Dad returned.

“Honey, why are you crying?” Dad became alarmed when he saw Joy’s face, misunderstanding her happy tears. She turned it all back on herself.

“I’ve been really, really bad, and you’re all still, I don’t know, tolerating me. What have you decided?”

“If you are sure about this, we will restore the restriction we imposed, except for the 24th and Christmas Day. Mary, I’m putting this on you to make sure we have two normal days where we all relax and have a normal and non-crazy birthday and holiday. That’s my present for Mary and for Holly.

“As for YOU, Joy, I’m putting you on notice. Those two days better go as I expect, or I will beat you myself. It’s weird; you will probably enjoy that, in some weirdly crazy way which I don’t understand.

“If you screw up those two days, I won’t keep beating you. Instead, I’m going to ignore you, naked or not. I won’t look at you, I won’t talk or listen to you, and I won’t pay you any attention at all. I’ll have only ONE daughter to love, and her name is Mary.

“If I can’t have two days with two normal daughters this Christmas, I will make consequences you won’t be able to stand. Am I making my point with you, Joy?”

He thundered at her, exasperated and furious. I have never seen him before in this kind of raging fury. I hoped she would get his message. Joy seemed to shrink, answering timidly.

“Yes, Daddy; I’m sorry, Daddy. I promise, all five of you will have a good 24th and Christmas this year.”

“Remember, Joy, you’re standing on my last nerve. Mary, I expect you to teach her how to behave. If Holly is crying in my arms after using that goddamned strap again, I will punish BOTH of you the way I just described.

“Mary, I told you about what it was like, the first time I held you in my arms all those years ago. I’ve always been so proud to be a dad. I’m just asking for two days. Also, I have a lead on getting help with the washer and dryer. No shit from you two while he’s here fixing the machines you broke. Do you get me?”

“Dad, you’ll have two normal daughters on those days, even if I have to spank Joy myself to get them. Don’t smirk; Joy, I’m not kidding around. I’ll hit your butt so fucking hard your belly will rattle.”

“LANGUAGE!”

“Sorry, Daddy. Just making my point.”

Actually, I was secretly reassuring Joy that she was going to get the harsh treatment she craved even if it wasn’t being inflicted by Mom or Dad. My comments reassured him, and Holly jumped in then to say the restrictions were back in place as originally developed, at least for a week.

She also told us she would go to the nearest town of any size, Hibbing, about an hour away. There she hoped to find a thrift store of some kind to get some clothing for us. That was more or less the end of the discussion, and we all returned to our bedrooms for some reflection on the rest of December and how things would work (except for the 24th and 25th).

“Tomorrow morning, Joy, you and I are getting up at 6. That’s a restriction we’re keeping. I’m going to make coffee and breakfast for Mom and Dad, and you’re going to clean the bathroom quickly and then help me serve. We’re going to stand while they eat, but our hands will be behind our backs. Don’t you DARE touch your asshole or pussy or I will fucking strap you myself, cunt-face. You got me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, WHAT?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Better. You may now pleasure yourself, but keep the noise down, or I’ll take away your blanket.”

Before she started, Joy rushed up and hugged me tightly.

“I love you, Mary.”

“Love you too, Jelly Belly. Now, you think about all the things we three are going to do to you starting tomorrow, including how many colors will show on your ass when we’re done with you. Now get in bed and be quiet.”

It wasn’t easy for me, but I was finally starting to grasp what turned Joy’s crank. Putting that away for a moment, I FINALLY had a chance to tug on my little toy, my peniette, my lady cock. My first cum was surprisingly fast, so I stuck with it, enjoying two more before I drifted off to sleep.

I was having a sexy dream where I was up on stage getting an award for “Most Prominent Clit,” and a near-naked man was kissing me sweetly while his huge tits rubbed...”

My eyes flew open. Joy was kissing me!

“Joy! The hell!”

“You forgot to set the alarm, Sis. I just wanted to wake you. I’ll accept your punishment,” she proposed eagerly.