Chapter 8

Joy bounded out of the bathroom quickly, her hair in ponytails on either side. That’s how she likes to wear her hair. She looked so much more youthful without any makeup. I knew that she wasn’t thrilled about losing her cosmetics, but without them she looks so much cuter.

My sister has always been on the chubby side, and with my mom’s cooking, she seems like she picked up ten pounds in about two months. I hadn’t really noticed because Joy picks clothes that flatter her figure and uses her bras to give the illusion that her massive jugs stick straight out like twin torpedoes.

Now, she seemed more natural-looking, and while her tits were huge, they jiggled and bounced as she walked. Her ass cheeks shook like jelly. She might have been chubby, but she had such a cherubic and innocent face without makeup and a great big smile. She was naturally quite beautiful.

My Mom checked her over with a quick sniff test and looked her over before telling her she did a good job.

“Usually, it will be me at 6 a.m. who is up to greet you both. If I am not up, I want you to take turns in the bathroom on the honor system. Keep it to under fifteen minutes each. If you start bickering over who goes first, I will bring out the strap, and that will end quickly.”

Holly made sure we knew she was not joking. She took us to the kitchen and began pulling things out of the fridge. Holly’s body language reflected her irritation at having to be up this early to deal with us and our behavior. I was afraid to ask any questions because I thought she might bite my head off.

“Most mornings, you are going to have to put up with me like this until I’ve had my first cup of coffee. You girls have been sleeping through that,” she admitted without apology.

“I am a Mama Bear, but I can be an ANGRY bear without coffee. If one of us isn’t up by the time you both finish, get the coffee started and find something in this house to clean. Start with the living room or the kitchen, and then go to the bathroom you share with the boys. Do NOT knock on our door or your brother’s door unless it’s an emergency. As I said earlier, you can listen to music at a LOW volume. It breaks the tedium and adds a little fun to the morning. Do either of you drink coffee?”

We didn’t.

“You may want to start; it puts a little pep in your step. Let me show you how to make the coffee. You will want to do that first thing,” she said. She was very particular about how my dad liked it, but said he’d add his own cream and sugar. She didn’t tell us how she took her coffee. I assumed she’d make herself a cup when she was ready.

Then she began teaching us interesting lessons on how to make biscuits, sausage, grits, country ham, pancakes, hash browns, toast, eggs, and bacon. We’d never been shown how she made breakfast. Holly made it sound like she was sharing a well-kept secret and letting us in on it. I could tell she loved to eat almost as much as she loved to cook.

She joked that I should be the one to do the pan-frying because I wouldn’t get my “lady hairs” in the food accidentally. “I guess that’s one benefit of having a shaved cookie.”

I’d never heard a vagina called a cookie before. I am not sure my sister understood the reference, based on her expression. It struck me as odd that my mom had a prohibition on dirty words, but would refer to my pussy as a “cookie” when it was just the three of us girls. The only thing that I could think of doing with a cookie was eating it, and if that’s what she meant by my pussy, that was REALLY naughty!

“I’d rather we did this under better circumstances,” she admitted. “Obviously, you can wear oven mitts, and don’t forget to do that. I teaching you how country people make breakfast. It’s super simple; we eat the same things every morning, so don’t get fancy or try new things. You don’t have to make everything I am showing you, but at least one meat and pancakes, toast, or biscuits every day. You want to make at least three things for everybody in the family, including yourself.

I am not going to stand over you and micromanage you every morning. Once you are comfortable in the kitchen, I am going to sit right over there, relax, have my coffee, and listen to music. It will be a nice change of pace for me because I have always been the one to get up every morning and cook over a hot stove. If we are going to teach you girls a lesson, I might as well get something out of it, too!”

“Can we start making our food later, so it’s not cold when it’s our turn to eat?” my sister asked nicely.

“No, but I’ll show you how to keep your food warm. You are right; that’s cruel for no reason. If you start burning the toast or getting lazy, we may just revisit that.”

Holly laughed and slapped my sister playfully on the butt. “A little cold food will teach you to mind what you are doing.”

Joy’s eyes lit up excitedly in surprise.

“Oh, settle down, Joy. I didn’t goose you; I just gave you a quick pat on the bottom.”

“What’s goosing?” my sister asked with a grin.

“I think you know what goosing is,” Holly regarded us like we were very experienced sexually. “That’s when a boy comes behind you and pinches your bottom and then runs off. It used to happen to me all the time when I was your age down at the swimming pool.”

“Did you like it?” My sister asked.

“What? No, I most certainly not. I’d chase them and raise Cain, but back then people believed ‘boys will be boys,’ and they’d get away with it. Not like nowadays, when everyone is so sensitive. When I was little and a boy pulled my ponytails in class, my mom would tell me that was just how he showed he liked me. I don’t want you girls raised that way. If a boy hurts you or does something to you that you don’t like, you tell your Mama Bear and let me deal with it.”

I wanted to tell her about her baby bear Ethan, but I thought better of it.

“After last night, I thought you may be a little sore. I guess I touched a nerve. How are your butts doing, by the way?”

We both said they were fine.

She laughed, “The first time that strap was used on me, I cried all night and couldn’t walk straight the next day. Either I didn’t give you a proper lash, or you two are a lot tougher than I was. I had the same amount of cushion on my rump that Joy does. I know your Dad didn’t spank you worth a lick.”

Holly rubbed her big butt in the tight jeans she was wearing to emphasize that she had curves just like Joy. “You and I probably need to go on a diet, Joy, and we might have to plump Mary up so we don’t look so chubby by comparison,” she joked. Joy laughed deeply, but I only frowned.

“Look, about the spanking, it’s not that I think the lash solves everything, but this was new territory for me and your father. That punishment didn’t land like we thought it would. Your Dad didn’t really want to do it, and I got a little ruthless. We were hoping to put a little fear into you so you knew you couldn’t just tell us what we wanted to hear and clean your way out of mischief. We were just out of ideas,” she admitted.

“I think it worked,” my sister admitted impishly. If I didn’t know better, I would have suspected she wanted a round two to try that all over again. “I am sorry for showing my back hole to Nick and Ethan at first. I didn’t think about it when I got on your lap, Ma’am.”

“There are some parts of ladies that we aren’t supposed to show boys that age until they are much older, but I think they both have seen your back holes enough to be able to identify them in a police line-up. I still want you to bend at your knees and do your best not to wave them around in everyone’s faces.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Joy answered.

She went through the morning breakfast rituals we’d need to follow while on restriction, including how she wanted the table set, the food served, and how to keep our food warm. “When you girls have families of your own, you’ll be doing this every morning anyway, because most men won’t cook. This is just a little preview of what awaits you when you become an adult.”

I was growing increasingly hopeful that this ordeal would not be the terrifying nightmare that I thought it might be. I was proud that I was getting a chance to do something that an adult would do. It felt like being handed the keys to the car and taught to drive—like we were trusted to do something important.

My Dad was up about the time his coffee was ready. He was already dressed in his green ranger uniform. The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the small kitchen and eating area of our trailer, its warmth mingling with the dry heat from the old furnace combined into a unique cozy feeling.

As soon as Dad stepped into the kitchen, he crossed over and kissed my mom and hugged her good morning. Then he looked down and noticed my bald pussy and immediately did a double take.

“Oh my, why did you do that, Pumpkin?” he looked right at my bald pussy, and my dangling clit in shock like I just bloodied my knee after falling off of my bike for the first time.

“I told you; she thought I told her to do it,” Holly answered for me.

“I didn’t realize you meant shaved like THAT,” Dad stared directly at my clit. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“I told her I might attach a little bell, so we always know where she is,” Holly joked impishly with a smirk. She was clearly being facetious, and Dad could tell.

“I am sorry for staring, honey. That’s going to take a little getting used to,” he said.

“Maybe I could wear something over it? Even a small loincloth or a towel? If you are staring at me, I am sure Ethan and Nick are going to laugh at it,” I pleaded.

Holly assured me that the boys wouldn’t laugh at it.

Dad seemed skeptical of that. “I thought the idea is we wanted to embarrass the girls into not wanting to show off?”

“That’s true, but I also don’t want to teach them to disrespect women; I’ll tolerate a little tittering. Can you handle that, Mary?”

I nodded. I handled a lot worse from them.

My father prepared his coffee and sat down at the table. He took a long sip as he savored it. “You two may want to grab a cup of coffee. You need a little energy for a long day,” he suggested.

“I already told them that,” Holly said.

“I thought we were not supposed to get snacks and stuff?” Joy said.

“Good point, and I am glad you remembered the rules from last night’s talk,” Dad said. “Just for that, I’ll give you a reward. You can have a coffee,” he laughed playfully and added that he never meant we couldn’t have water or coffee.

“I’ll make you earn a Hot Chocolate after some workout in the cold air, but I think you should always have access to those things. I was talking about just grabbing stuff out of the fridge outside of mealtimes.”

We tried the coffee, and it was bitter and disgusting. I added so much cream and sugar that there was more cream than there was coffee in my mug.

“I’d offer you a seat at the table, but I know you are cooking, and you aren’t supposed to sit down,” Dad said. “Your mother and I have some questions we want to ask, and we wanted to ask it away from the boys.”

He seemed reluctant to come right out and ask. “You pleaded the fifth yesterday on where you got the sex toys, booze, and smokes, and I am not going to keep asking. I do want you to tell me when you are ready, but I am not going to promise you clemency in exchange for honesty. I realized that I set you up to say what I want to hear in exchange for leniency. If you want to earn my trust again, you’ll learn to be honest with me. I am also not going to begin my questions by asking you to be honest. It’s just expected all the time from now on, okay?”

We both agreed.

“We know you smoke; we know you drink. I am not going to argue that one, either. You can tell me when you are ready. Have either of you ever smoked pot?”

“No, Daddy!” I said.

“I smoked it a little back in Chicago,” Joy admitted with a look of shame.

“How many times?”

“Just once, I didn’t like it. I am naturally happy, so I don’t need it, and it made me cough.”

“How did you get it?”

“I was at Becky Marston’s house, and a boy gave it to me,” she answered promptly without thinking about it. It sounded plausible. Becky had a reputation for being a huge slut.

“Becky had boys at her house?”

“Yes, she snuck boys over all the time,” my sister’s answers sounded quite sincere.

Dad seemed to believe her and moved on.

“Are both of you virgins?”

We both said no. I knew my sister was sexually active, so that was no surprise.

“These are questions that a father doesn’t always want to know the answers to, but there is a reason I am asking about your sexual history. Are either of you on birth control?”

There was no place to get it, and my father would have had to take me. We said no. He looked up at my mom as if they had expected that response from both of us and wanted her to respond to it.

Holly said she’d take us down to get it before we started school. She didn’t give us a choice.

“Mary, how many sexual partners would you say you have had?”

“Maybe four?” I listed the names of the boys I have dated. My father knew of them because I had invited them over and had relationships lasting several months with each one. I didn’t do one-night stands. I took my time getting to know them, and after a month or two, we went further.

“Any girls?” Holly asked.

“I’ve kissed girls before, but nothing further,” I admitted.

“Joy, what about you? How many sexual partners have you had?”

“Are you asking about going all the way only?”

Dad frowned and expressed his discomfort with this topic but said for purposes of discussion that yes, he’d like to know.

“I don’t know, maybe thirty or so?”

“Jesus Christ,” Dad’s eyes went wide. This didn’t bode well for the narrative that we weren’t wild sluts. “How many girls?”

“Just kissing? Or fingers and stuff?”

“Yes, all of it, how many?”

“I never kept count. Different girls? I guess maybe only twenty? But I am not a lesbian or anything. Just at sleepovers at stuff when we get bored.”

“Oh my gosh,” Holly couldn’t contain her shock either.

“What about with each other?” she asked.

Which was the second time she had asked, and it puzzled me.

“We play with ourselves in the same room, but it used to just be under covers until last night,” Joy thought nothing of answering the question. It wasn’t like she was trying to incriminate us. She wasn’t bragging, either. She answered honestly and was very open. I wish she hadn’t.

They looked at each other and then back at us. My Dad started to blush.

“No more masturbation in the house during restriction,” Holly decided firmly. Then I think she started to realize that she wouldn’t be able to police that very well. Joy’s face went from naturally bright and cheery to dismal and melancholy.

“It’s natural to experiment, and everybody plays with themselves,” Dad said with obvious discomfort in his voice. “We just forbid it during restriction. This is not party time and open season to do naughty things. We’ll think about how we will enforce that, but for now, you are on the honor system.”

“Could ... could...” my sister struggled to get out of her question. I was sure she was mulling over whether or not to ask it at all. “Could we earn it as a privilege like we could a snack or extra bathroom break?”

Holly tried to suppress a toothy grin, but my father was mortified that she had the audacity to ask if she could earn his permission to play with herself.

“Are you really asking me if we are going to let you play with yourselves if you clean up properly?” Holly laughed at my sister’s sheer audacity. “Bless your heart; you’re sweet as pie, but you seem about as sharp as a marble if that’s what you are asking. The good lord gave you an extra helping of boobs, but not so much when it comes to good sense.”

Dad frowned at Holly, and my sister. “We all have needs, Joy. You aren’t going to be satisfying that one, so you can forget about it. We expect you to be naked to teach you a lesson, not to give you permission to touch yourselves inappropriately. Don’t ask us; definitely don’t think of asking Ethan or Nick. If we find out you are doing it, we’ll have to revisit the punishment from last night.”

“I already told them that the spankings didn’t land like we hoped, Sam,” my mom explained and turned to us. “We need a little time to process the question. It’s not something you should ask about this early in the morning.”

“Everybody needs a little release, but I am not sure how comfortable we are answering that question right now, girls. It’s already taken me a full cup of coffee, and I am going to work on my second, and I didn’t get through all the questions I wanted to ask you.”

Why did my father include ME in that question? I didn’t ask it. If I were going to play with myself, I’d do it the way I normally do and not tell anyone.

“You can ask me anything, and I’ll tell you, Daddy. I lied last night because I didn’t want you to be mad at me any longer, and I thought if I did, you would forgive us. I can’t tell you where we got those things because they aren’t ours. I don’t even know what a pleading of the fifth is, but I’ll answer anything I can, honestly. I promise,” Joy said.

She seemed excited by the prospect of answering these questions while I was clamming up and trying to look busy so they wouldn’t ask me anymore.

“Joy, you’ve been VERY forthcoming, and based on your answers, I think you told me the truth today. Pleading the fifth means that you won’t tell me. I think you answered all the questions that I need to know for now.”

My sister offered, “I just wanted to add I am not a total slut or anything. There were girls in my class who did a lot more guys, and most of them I only had sex with one time, so it’s not like I had a LOT of sex, okay?”

Judging from Holly’s belly laugh and my father’s uncomfortable expression, I doubt she made our case any better.

We served my father his breakfast, and he said it was delicious. “It isn’t as good as your mom makes it yet, but I cleaned my plate,”

I felt really good. He told us that he was joking earlier about the coffee but that he wanted to give us a recognition today, and we could trade it in for a snack, extra bathroom break, or fifteen minutes to relax. “You were both bright and diligent, you answered my questions, you didn’t roll your eyes, you didn’t ignore me, and you don’t have phones in your hand to look at when I am talking to you, so I am starting to think that the restriction was a good idea.”

He kissed his wife and got up to leave, but before he did. He hugged me and Joy and told us that he loved us very much. “It really pained me to punish you last night. I wanted to spank you, and I still think you both need a good one, but I wasn’t in the right mindset to give it to you, and I am sure Holly talked to you about what happened; I don’t need to get into that. I hate to tell you this, but we will probably revisit your punishment later and try another approach. That’s nothing against what you did here today. I think you earned a proper punishment in addition to our restriction. I just don’t know if spanking was the right one. That doesn’t mean you won’t have one. We need to think about it...”