Girls Don't Need Modesty
Copyright© 2026 by Eddie Davidson
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - In the style of a 1950s Domestic Bliss/Domestic Discipline featurette, heavily illustrated, explore attitudes about girls and modesty, CMNF,spanked rosy butts were a small price to pay for obedient daughters and domestic harmony. Women were responsible for the appearance of the home inside and out, dressed up to clean house and cook dinner, peer pressured one another in an idealized suburban version of Stepford Wives that needed no mind control, Pure Embarrassed Nude Female stories
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“Come on, Calvin. Why don’t you and your little friends go upstream and get washed up for supper. We should get out of Mr. Neff’s hair while he concludes his interview.”
“But Dad,” Calvin bristled over his father’s instructions. If it had been one of his daughters Calvin might already be over his knee, panties around his ankles. His father talked down to Calvin because just like Melanie, he saw his son as a little boy that wasn’t ready for any real responsibility.
Ian saw a clever and capable young man.
Calvin was still in his Gallant Patrol uniform, and to Arthur that seemed a juvenile pursuit like playing with toy soldiers. Calvin saw it as a civic duty to serve his community and planned to enlist in the military after graduation but had never told his father that.
“Mister Neff was about to give Melanie some homework to learn a peachy trick because we wanted to see if she could jiggle one boob at a time like a painted lady in the freak show.”
“Painted ladies in freak shows don’t usually attract the best husbands,” Arthur was suddenly very skeptical.
Meanwhile, his daughter stood alone, hands at her sides, tits out with the camera rolling the entire time.
“No one is recommending that Melanie become a tattooed harlot and work in the peep shows. She gave up rather easily on the challenge and I thought it would benefit her to be able to demonstrate control over one breast at a time with practice to amuse her suitors and future husbands.”
“My daughter has ample means to amuse her suitors already,” he glanced at her massive tits and pouty face and didn’t have to mention her giant tits were already enough to play with.
“They certainly are ample, but her failure to jiggle one at a time demonstrates the lack of muscular isolation inherent in the female anatomy.”
“What tangible value would there be in developing those muscles, Mister Neff?” Arthur was a brilliant businessman with a quick mind just like his son. “Will it help her to wash a dish faster? Will it produce more milk to feed a hungry baby?”
He was clearly looking for a tangible product from the exercise.
“In my father’s research,” Ian began to quote from the work of C.M. Neff and W.H. Sheldon on how women’s brains worked differently from men’s. “He was able to prove that their brains are wired to completely different stimuli than males and that is why they have such a hard time with standard logic and problem solving,” Ian explained dryly.
A knowing smile appeared on Arthur’s lips, but he politely allowed Mr. Neff to continue his explanation. His wife appeared silently with glasses of scotch for the men and then without interruption she returned to her work in the kitchen.
“Measuring Intelligence Quotient in men requires quantification of parametric values for genetics, education and experience. It’s very cut and dry but with women a crude formula based on breast volume, domestic aptitude, rebellion threshold due to over-education and humiliation capacity for consequence response, good wives can be improved through refinement of those variables.”
Arthur took a sip of his scotch and glanced at the ice in the glass. “I should have known. Your father must be C.M. Neff, right?” Arthur’s tone suggested he might have a bone to pick with him on his theories.
“His formula is controversial because it is not always repeatable even on the same subject because women’s hormones can cause them to react in unpredictable ways,” Ian offered a defense of his father’s ideas.
“I am a huge fan of your father’s work. I own all of his books in first edition,” Arthur placed his hand on Ian’s shoulder supportively. “The reason I enrolled my daughters at his academy is a quote from Fundamentals of Fundaments in chapter one. I believe it read...”
“Measuring the capacity of females to reason and solve problems is like measuring the capacity of hurricanes to build new homes!!” both men quoted the line together at the same time and smiled.
“I didn’t realize you were the expert on the matter, Mister Neff,” Arthur’s estimation of Ian suddenly shot through the roof.
“I have a long way to go before I am as knowledgeable as my father,” Ian admitted modestly. “I helped my father with his research, and we had a heck of a time with his initial formulas because his test subjects would react with reluctance to a scenario one day, and complete randomness the next. It made getting quantification to test his hypothesis impossible.”
“Can I go help Mom with dinner, Daddy?” she asked politely.
His silence was her answer to that question. “Well, enlighten me. Why should my daughter practice titty wiggling?” he asked as he looked over at his sullen daughter waiting off to the side with her big jugs hanging out.
“It is a matter of discipline through physical conditioning, Mr. Carter. The research shows that when a young lady learns to control her peaches,” Ian indicated a woman’s vagina with his hand.
“Oh, the lad and his friend are old enough to hear the word twat or cunt, and they say it often enough,” Arthur put his arm around his son affectionately and smiled at him. Up until that point, Calvin had attempted to watch his vulgarity around his father because he feared getting soap in his mouth.
“The discipline required to train a part of your daughter’s body to please her future husband through kissing, sex or even dancing and jiggling her massive melons increases her physical quotient to increase her good wife potential score. We call it S.O.W. and H.O.L.E.”
“I haven’t heard of this theory,” Arthur was a very serious man, and he took a light sip of the remainder of scotch in his glass, and silently invited Ian to continue his explanation.
“It’s going to be featured in the documentary we are making,” Ian explained. “S.O.W is a mnemonic for the slothful female behaviors that are undesirable.”
• S – Selfish Stubbornness. Prioritizing personal comfort over the amusement and relaxation of the masculine provider.
• O – Obnoxious Overthinking. Questioning the tangible value of an assignment instead of instantly obeying the instructor.
• W – Wasteful Whining. Utilizing a pathetic, resentful register of voice instead of accepting administrative correction with good humor.
Ian envisioned the words appearing in the documentary as he explained them using Chromakey.
“If your daughter begins to exhibit those behaviors, then send her into the living room to practice jiggling one tit at a time. Eventually, she will become a Hole. A Hole is what a woman is when she has reached her highest good wife potential value.”
In the 1950s, mnemonics were very popular.
H.O.L.E
• H – Humbled into compliance, without resistance, sass or rebellion.
• O – Obedience without need for clarification and justification, which can only be achieved when the mind is quieted through extreme physical exertion or physical pain.
• L – Loving. There is no long-term maintenance of good wife potential if the female does not love and trust the male to be a proper authority and head of the household. Loving wives don’t feel resentment or have as much reluctance toward obedience.
• E – Eager and Enthusiastic. A hole is eager to be filled each and every day and wakes up with one purpose and need. A woman that has become a true hole will be glad to be used anytime it is desired.
“So, to avoid becoming a SOW, my daughter must become a HOLE?” Arthur grinned because the acronyms were obvious vulgarities.
“In order for the natural order of society to continue, it would be preferable if all women were holes and not sows, wouldn’t you think?” Ian quoted a line he had W.H. Sheldon say to his father when they were discussing the new acronyms.
“I do, indeed,” Arthur looked at his daughter and back to Ian. “How long would my daughter need to practice?”
“I would start her out at a few hours a day and then on weekends or summer break increase it.”
“But Daddy, what about...” Melanie could not stop herself in time. She placed her hand over her mouth and instantly regretted the interruption. She was normally quite well behaved.
“You know not to interrupt when men are speaking,” Arthur ignored his daughter’s mumbled apologies and excuses that followed and apologized to Ian. He insisted she get a bar of soap and return to that spot immediately.
“You came here expecting a well behaved daughter and I am sad to report that my other daughter is not much better. My wife can’t stop gossiping and is quite the chatter-box as well.”
Ian said that it was understandable and that no females were perfectly obedient. He knew because he helped his father perform research on their limits and boundaries.
“I was about to mention the undue burden this may place on me to supervise my daughter as she tried to bounce to ensure that she’s not lollygagging or playing with her breasts like they were toys meant for her to pluck and tweak.”
Melanie’s humiliation peaked at maximum when her father told everyone that she played with her own titties sometimes. Her mother had caught her only that morning when she walked in on her while she was changing in her room. She’d managed to keep it from her little brother, and she assumed that her father hadn’t found out, but nothing slipped by Arthur Carter in his own home.
“I’d watch her bounce,” Calvin offered, and he volunteered his friends who were eager to help out.
Calvin’s sister thought that her humiliation could not increase any higher, but she was wrong. Imagining the three of them laughing and watching her like she was a new color television set with two big knobs on her chest to turn was all it took to make her body quiver and butterflies turn loops in her tummy.
“I am sure once the novelty wore off, your attention would as well, Calvin,” Arthur decided pragmatically as he declined his son’s offer. “I plan efficient production lines at the Coppertone factory, Neff. If I have one daughter titty jiggling that leaves only one other and my wife to do all the chores and the yardwork and they barely keep up with it now.”
“You have an impressive place, but you don’t have a labor problem, Mr. Carter. Two females should be more than enough domestically for a property this size. You have a motivation problem. Increasing discipline and consequences while reducing privileges would take care of that.”
Ian had a point and Arthur conceded he had been a bit lax lately. “I am just worn so thin with my promotion at work. How would it work?” he asked.
Ian suggested that Melanie stand legs apart and jiggle at first, but eventually start doing jumping jacks, hula hoops and jumping rope to practice and train herself to build up the muscles to master what he called a “Melon Trick” – moving one tit and not the other without touching them.
This time Melanie demurely raised her hand and got permission from Ian to ask a question. She was permitted to remove the soap to respond. “I can’t do that in a dress, and heels, Mister Neff.”
“You’d have to take them off,” Arthur practicalized to her like that should be obvious. He wiggled his finger and insisted she undress to her panties.
Calvin was disappointed his sister didn’t have to strip completely because his friends would have been even more excited to come by his house. Ian picked up on that from Calvin’s body language after his father made the recommendation.
The sound of her feet hitting the wooden floor every time she jumped and jiggled was quite amusing to the men, but Arthur and Ian were able to be discreet about their amusement due to years of practice around silly females during their corrections.
Melanie reluctantly stripped, and began to perform uncoordinated jumping jacks by kicking and leaping in the air. Each time she landed on her feet, her huge tits flopped and sometimes they even bounced up and hit her in the nose.
“It looks like she’s taking up boxing,” Calvin joked. “If she keeps this up, she’ll be ready to take on Ingemar Johansson.”
“Who is she?” Melanie asked as she flopped and raised her arms in a futile attempt at an uncoordinated jumping jack while off balance.
Calvin’s friends laughed and explained HE was the heavyweight champion of the world. “Bring your arms up together and clap, and kick your legs out at the same time, sis,” Calvin tried to teach his sister how to do a proper jumping jack.
When she didn’t get it, he joked that he wished he could teach his sister a “Jumping Jill” by putting super gluing spinners from his balsa wood airplane models to her nipples and watching them spin. Super glue had just come out back then and it was called Eastman 910.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Arthur mused before saying “That’s more of a punishment though, son. This is a training to educate your sister.”
“It could be both,” Ian suggested. “Your daughter could do three hours a day minimum of titty jiggling and then I am sure you could find more interesting weights to attach to her nipples than propellers.”
“My dad uses clothespins on my mom’s nipples,” one of Calvin’s friends suggested.
“Yeah,” Calvin liked that idea. “Dad, you could take rubber bands and wrap them tightly around Melanie’s nipples, and that will keep her focus on her boobs. You could also make her put soap in her mouth while she practices. If that doesn’t work, you could always send her out on the front lawn to practice.”
“Son, I hate to say it, but your sister is the kind of girl that likes showing off her tits. She may blush but she likes how you and your friends are in awe of them, and how she stands out amongst the other girls.”
“I thought I was supposed to be enthusiastic, Daddy,” Melanie interrupted again. She just couldn’t help herself.
“Good girls express enthusiasm to obey their teachers and parents, but reluctance for praise,” Ian frowned and made a note in his journal which made Melanie apologetic and nervous.
“I am so sorry, Mister Neff! I’ll bounce for hours if I am told to do so, but please don’t cut me out of your documentary,” she begged politely and began to hop from one foot to another in a desperate attempt to jiggle her tits one at a time.
“I am afraid your assessment of Melanie as a Girlwonder may be based on how she is at school, Mister Neff. At home, she’s constantly popping off with interruptions and unexpressed thoughts. I am open to suggestions,” Mr. Carter decided.
“Hey Dad,” Calvin interjected his bright idea with a lifted finger. No one other than his older sister saw it as an extreme double standard for the application of the same rule not to interrupt conversations, and she had decided to shut her mouth and jiggle.
“My sister will always have tits that get boys’ attention, but what if we turn her around and have her jump and wiggle her butt at the same time? She gets really sensitive about showing her butt during punishments, and she gets angry when other girls talk about how chunky it’s gotten.”
“Is that right?” Arthur turned to get a better look at his daughter. She ceased jumping with a panicked expression, and a hesitant reluctance that he had never seen from Melanie before.
“No, please that would be far too embarrassing, Daddy...” she began pleading and realized from her father’s serious, quiet expression that negotiation wasn’t going to be possible. “At least, perhaps, we could start after Mister Neff has had his dinner and gone home?”
Arthur made her wait which gave Melanie false hope that he’d be reasonable and merciful and not start her training until after the documentary interview was over. She once again absent-mindedly stuck her finger in her mouth to nervously chew on her fingernail while she gave her father puppy dog eyes. There was nothing she could do about the compulsion to suck her finger. It just felt good to slip it in her mouth and calmed her anxiety and shameful feelings of embarrassment.
Even though she didn’t understand why, sucking on her finger made her feel more feminine as well. She assumed it was because her finger still tasted sticky and salty like her pussy from when she masturbated earlier.
Arthur answered with a finger of his own. He held up his pointer finger and twirled it to indicate she should turn around.
“Now, hold on, Arthur,” Ian addressed Mister Carter by his first name, which was a slight breach of etiquette but Arthur quite liked Ian and trusted his advice.
Melanie assumed that Mister Neff would add some new humiliating twist to her practice sessions and turned around to face away from the men in the living room. She took solace in the realization that at least she didn’t have to look at them, and Calvin’s friends wouldn’t get to see her delightfully jiggly tits any longer.
She sucked a little harder on her finger, savoring the taste of playing with herself while she was up in her room.
“You won’t be able to actually tell if Melanie is jiggling one or both tits when she’s facing away from you in the main room, and she told me earlier during her interview that she was particularly embarrassed of her bottom.”
“It won’t really matter, I will probably only check on Melanie’s progress during dinner, and her mother won’t have time as she has chores of her own to complete. I am trusting on your recommendation that with some additional discipline that our home will remain well kept and tidy,” Arthur replied.
“Dad, I volunteered to check on Melanie! I can make sure she’s practicing,” Calvin pleaded with his father.
Melanie was bent over, pantied ass facing the room, and smugly trying not to seem very happy about how things were going. She would have to embarrass herself until she could manage jiggling one tit at a time, but she reasoned that may make her seem more attractive to her future husband, and be yet another way she stood out around other girls.
“Yes, son and as I’ve already said,” Arthur explained patiently that he felt his son would lose interest quickly and it wasn’t worth counting on him for this. “You have Gallant Scouts, Sports, and schoolwork already, and you barely have enough leisure time as it is. I really can’t ask you to watch your sister. I expect her to be practicing at least three hours a day, Son.”
Melanie cracked a silent smile when her little brother was told no. She loved her brother very much, but she took consolation that if she was going to be humiliated, at least he wouldn’t be getting what he wanted.
“I agree with your father,” Ian consoled the lad by placing an understanding hand on his shoulder. “It can be very tediously monotonous watching a girl’s bare ass bounce up and down for hours at a time.”
Melanie’s heart raced. The last thing that she wanted was to have her fat ass flapping and clapping in the living room for anyone to see. She’d rather show her tits to the entire school assembly than her bare bottom to anyone.
“Oh no,” Arthur decided sternly. “Panties will be just fine for Melanie. I have no desire to see or smell her sweaty fundament while she conducts these exercises. I’ve raised two daughters and I’ll bare their behinds when they need a correction, but I have to have some standards of decorum and decency.”
Melanie brought her hands to her mouth to stifle a giggle of joy, and hoped that her father wouldn’t notice she was thrilled by his decision.
“The reason that I recommended bare bottom practice,” Ian said after he noticed the girl’s squeaky giggle. “Is the same reason that I do not think that you would want to supervise your sister after you hear my recommendation, Calvin. I have no doubt that you would give it your entire effort to supervise your sister, even forgoing some of your leisure time for her benefit. I can tell that is just the kind of loving and considerate brother you are,” Mr. Neff praised Calvin much to his sister’s disappointment.
Calvin was quite flattered and as curious as his father about what Ian was going to recommend for his sister.
“I would start with three to four bare bottom hours of practice, including during meals and have your wife place Melanie on a diet to reduce the size of her substantially jiggly and under-toned fatty fundament. It’s not only a health risk for her and unattractive to a future husband but that extra padding is preventing her from getting the full lesson from any paddlings Melanie may receive. May I?” he asked as he walked over to where Melanie stood with her back to the room.
“Be my guest,” Mister Carter seemed quite interested in what Ian was going to tell him. “Anytime my daughters need a correction, you always have my permission and gratitude to provide them one.”
“This is not a correction,” Ian said. He told Melanie to remove her panties and bend over with her legs apart. It certainly seemed like one to Melanie as she reluctantly complied with her instructions and pouted.
“Do you even feel this?” he smacked her ass hard once she was bent over resting her palms on the flesh just above her knees and exposing her backside to the room.
“Of course,” she said after he delivered a hand spank with practiced precision.
“I had to demonstrate mastery of delivering thousands of spankings to young women to receive my teaching certificate and I can assure you that the torque I applied should have made her react far differently,” he said before looking down at Melanie’s big butt and thanking her for helping him demonstrate. “You may remain that way for now.”
Ian took a few steps toward the other men and said, “Now, Calvin. Take a good look at your sister’s two fat, chubby ass cheeks, and the pink hole in the center. Go up and have a good look.”
“I can see it from here,” Calvin had no interest in his sister’s ass, but his friends were enjoying the view, including her wet pussy from this angle because her pubic hair was not covering the labia.
“Please get close enough that you can smell how excited your sister is right now.”
“Why would she be excited to get spanked?” Calvin seemed puzzled by the very thought because his definition of excitement was over a new John Wayne action-adventure movie or going on a thrill ride at Fort Gilead. Melanie knew exactly what kind of excitement she was having and there was nothing she could do to hide it now.
That didn’t stop her from trying by subtly reaching between her legs to try to wipe away some of the dripping, clear liquid.
“Hey, Girls are not allowed to touch their pussies!” Calvin alerted the others. He knew masturbation was strictly forbidden and he assumed any touching at all of that hairy little gash between her legs was masturbation. Melanie froze in place with terror on her face.
“This is exactly why I would be concerned about Melanie having three or four hours alone in the living room without panties. The desire to play with her humongous balloons like they are toys would be strong enough but add to that the holes between her legs and she’d give in to temptation nightly. No one wants a wife that is consumed with her own pleasure.”
“I agree, but we may be able to break your daughter of her nasty habit of self-pleasure through the application of some A.S.S.”
Ian was thrilled to introduce his next acronym. He’d definitely be keeping Melanie’s interview in his documentary after this. A.S.S stands for Aversion, Satiation and Submission.”
Arthur was intrigued by the new acronyms. “I’ve read about this in some husband’s journals.”
“Aversion through pairing an unwanted behavior with an unpleasant stimulus through repetition so the female brain associates the habit with discomfort rather than pleasure.”
Melanie wasn’t very book-smart, but she didn’t like the sound of that.
Calvin on the other hand, had already cracked the other two terms in the acronym. “Satiation must be providing so much of the reinforcing stimulus that it passes the point of satisfaction and becomes like smelling my sister’s ASS!”
The men chuckled, and Ian confirmed for him that was the general idea.
“Do you think aversion saturation or whatever the heck it is would help me quit smoking?” Lucky was a layman and had no idea what any of the technical jargon meant.
“Why in the world would you want to quit smoking, Lucky? It’s the healthiest thing a man can do,” Arthur asked quite seriously. It was 1959 and the tobacco companies had convinced people it was good for them.
“We can discuss your habits later, Lucky,” Ian continued that the final S was the most important because it stood for submission which was the end goal. “The submissive wife is a happy wife, because the husband has a happy life.”
It was another quote from his father’s book. This time it was from a “A young Man’s Primer on women’s anatomy and queer manner.”
The book was required reading for all men once they reached high school age.
“Do you want to become a juicy, unmarriable trollop that can’t resist the urge to dip her fingers and anything else that strikes her fancy into one of her holes strictly for her own pleasure as the mood strikes?” Arthur asked his daughter.
“No, Daddy!” Melanie bought into the modern science and philosophy of domestic bliss and happy housewives just like most women in America did. They reinforced it through peer pressure with one another far more than men did.
“Good, because I love you too much not to follow through with whatever Mister Neff wants you to do. Are you going to be a good daughter and do your best to conduct yourself on the honor system in the living room without constant supervision?”
Melanie was a simple girl, and she believed the best thing that simple girls like her could do was please their fathers because that meant they were good daughters. She also loved playing with herself and having sex with boys in the backseat of cars, and she knew she couldn’t easily resist temptation when it came her way despite her strong desire to be a good girl.
“I don’t know what I have to do, yet,” she answered as honestly as she could. She was nervous and deeply humiliated as the camera rolled and drank in her delightfully chubby ass.
Melanie’s tone expressed doubt and skepticism, and her father found that reassuring because it meant his daughter wasn’t just offering up false promises. He nodded approvingly toward Mister Neff to suggest he demonstrate his idea.
“Melanie, I want you to take this finger,” he held up his pointer finger and suggested she put her own into her mouth.
The cute, big breasted girl was only too happy to oblige but concerned that there had to be more to this request that she wasn’t going to like.
“Slip it in further, get the entire finger good and wet with your saliva,” he encouraged.
At first, Melanie thought he meant to gag her with her finger the way some of her suitors had done by pushing their penis down her throat until she nearly choked on it. She obliged him gently touching the tip of her tonsils and then he told her to remove the finger and bring it to her side.
“I have to remain bent over?” she asked while facing away from the men and sticking her bare bottom out.
“You only have to do what I say. Do nothing else,” Ian instructed her to take the same pointer finger on the other hand and do the same thing.
Arthur and Calvin assumed that Melanie would have to alternate sucking her fingers, but that wasn’t Ian’s plan at all.
Once Melanie had her other finger in her throat, he told her to take the first finger that was still wet with her saliva and place it at the tip of her anus.
“My what?”
“Don’t you remember the ABC’s of the women’s body from anatomy class?” Ian asked with disappointment.
“Oh, Anus, Breasts, Clit?” Calvin happily answered the question and for bonus points he added a popular variation for advanced classes on female dynamics and anatomy, “Asshole, Boobs and Cunt!”
Very good, Calvin,” Ian helped Melanie place the tip of her finger on the outside of the rim of her anus and pushed her head down further so that she had to bend her knees and squat a little deeper. “Do you know A.C.T?” Ian probed.
“No,” Calvin admitted. “I assume it’s Ass, Cunt and Tits?”
“Close, it’s something I’ll teach when you are in my class next term. I expect to see you sign up! You are a promising student,” he said to Calvin. It filled the young man and his father would pride, but waves of jealousy wafted through Melanie.