Chapter 9

“What really made you set a rule that we’d have to be naked in your house, Sir?” Amanda asked from the back seat.

Brian could tell by her tone and her use of the more official title he’d bestowed upon himself that Amanda wasn’t kidding around or setting him up for anything.

“Did you always know you were a slut?” He asked instead of answering.

“I’m not! What we did today was as far out of character for me as it’s possible to be. You HAVE TO know that!” Amanda responded hotly.

“Amanda, I really do appreciate that you feel you can talk to me candidly like this, but it’s YOU that has to understand that when I made the rule insisting you call me Sir or daddy, I meant it. Not some of the time, ALL of the time! You must speak respectfully to me no matter how angry or excited you are. Even if I’m wrong, which I admit happens, you will respect the rule and speak to me with a respectful tone too. I can and I will pull the car over and spank you if necessary.

While he was affected by the laughter and laughed himself at how silly that sounded, Brian hoped they understood how serious he was too. He decided to call that their only warning. He knew he wouldn’t catch it every time one of them forgot, he also knew they’d quickly find out the truth to his words.

“I asked the question because when you stayed at our place last time, you dated a different guy every week! Even then, you’d introduce us to a guy, call him your beau, then the next day I’d see you with a different guy before guy number one would come back into the picture a day after that. So you’re either a habitual cheater or a slut. Either way, you had guys left and right. So which was it? Cheater or slut?” Brian insisted.

“None of those guys was serious. I was just using them,” Amanda said, reining in her giggles. Quite a few of them didn’t even get past first base, Sir, Amanda admitted. “Now tell me why you made that rule?” She added sweetly.

“Because you’re a slut. It’s that simple. What you just said, I didn’t know, but it only reinforces what I believed. Doctor Davidson says in his book that some people use their sexuality as a weapon to get what they want. They take aim at a guy and let him have it. They use their feminine wiles to take what they want and totally ignore his feelings.” Brian said in a voice that sounded almost sad.

“That’s just it, Sir! They DIDN’T always get it. I’d string them along to get what I want and when I was done, I was done. No sex, nothing. In most cases I NEVER let him have ‘IT’. They got nothing from me except an act. I can flirt with the best of them. You should see my gold walk! It’d make a priest hard even when there’s little boys around!”

“Gold walk? That’s a new one. What’s that?” Brian asked, glancing at Amanda in the rear view mirror.

Amanda seemed embarrassed for a moment and Brian wasn’t sure if it was because she felt like she’d let some secret female secret slip or if it was because Emily was listening.

“It’s, um...” Amanda started before Brian cut her off.

“Never mind. We’ll come back to that. What I was saying is that you use sex and promises of sex and encourage guys to come on to you even though you have no interest in them, just to get what you want. If you don’t want anything at a certain moment in time, you steamroller guys, shutting them down like little boys.”

“I know, Sir. But it’s just how it works,” Amanda tried to explain while not really knowing herself, what she meant.

“I saw something when I first entered Dunk’s home. Other than you being there, of course. You were playing him while Dalia was right there!”

“Oh that’s just wrong on so many levels! Uncle D is our UNCLE! And secondly, he’s old. Thirdly, EWWWW!” Emily paused before adding, “Sir,” then made a face like she’d just sucked on a lemony fart.

“No, daddy’s right. I noticed him checking me out and didn’t stop him. I even did that thing with my butt instead of glaring at him to make him stop. But I would NEVER sexually touch him. Daddy, I have NEVER fooled around with uncle Dunk, Sir, I promise! And Dalia would have had a cow if I had! Anyway, I stay away from married guys. Usually, unless I don’t know if they are,” Amanda sounded honestly offended that Brian would suggest such a thing and very defensive about the accusation as well.

“I didn’t say you WERE fucking him, but like you just said, you were definitely playing your games with him. When we got there you were doing what you do, to drain him of anything you could find of value and you were using your womanly charms to do it. You said originally that it’d been a few days. The little smiles, the way you were standing, whatever you did with your butt, I saw most of it and I don’t doubt Dalia did too. That’s the moment I decided something had to be done even before we found out how long you’d really been taunting him. Dunk’s poor and harmless but happy with his life and you were up to something. It didn’t take long to find out what that something was, either.” Brian observed.

“Well it’s just the way I am, Sir,” Amanda repeated.

“Using your sexuality to get what you want, yes. It’s more than just Dunk, though. Even regular guys. I’ve seen you work, Amanda. When you get horny, some guy is going to get lucky - and that’s exactly what it is. A one time deal just like any luck. You simply don’t care about anyone but YOURSELF and the hell of it is you’re really only average looking!”

“I am NOT average, Sir. That’s just mean!” Amanda raged quietly.

She would never in a million years have classified herself as average. She’d been told hundreds of times how pretty she was. The sheer number of guys she could lead on at once proved that to her, if nothing else. She only had to dance by herself at a club for 30 seconds and she’d get half a dozen offers to buy her a drink. No, plain or average did NOT describe her, she knew.

“I apologize, Amanda. Maybe that didn’t come out the way I intended. What I meant was, if you were hotter, I could understand guys falling over you but you’re honestly not all that. You’ll never be a supermodel, Amanda but you ARE good looking. You just send out a vibe or something that guys react to. You know it and you use it. And guys pay a price from drifting into your orbit,” Brian concluded.

“It’s called being a woman,” Amanda pouted.

“Well for the next 4 weeks, you’re going to only send out vibes that are honest. Taking away your clothing is just the first step in making you look at yourself through honest eyes,” Brian assured her.

“And that’s where the sex based Tough Love comes in? What about Emily? She’s only had a few boyfriends. But she’s just as bad as me.” Amanda said, deciding to ignore Brian’s insult.

“Yes. I’m going to turn your sexuality against you like the weapon you’ve used against others for years. Now Emily’s learning many of your bad habits and you do nothing but encourage her,” Brian accused his step daughter.

“Hey! I resemble that remark!” Emily said with a smirk from the passenger seat. “But really, do you two HAVE to talk like I’m not here? When you said it was sex based, I thought you meant like nekkid and shit. Nothing more than that. Now you’re making me nervous, Sir.”

“I know it,” Brian smiled at Emily’s comment about resembling a bitch but figured he’d better explain further. “Nudity isn’t sex, Emily. I go naked around the house all the time and I don’t walk around with an erection. I wouldn’t get naked at home at all if you weren’t naked too, but then I’d be suffering a loss of my personal freedoms, having you in the house. It’d be embarrassing for me like getting naked back there was for you. Nudists don’t walk around with boners either. They certainly don’t publicly masturbate like you two did. THAT was the sex part and it wont get any more sexual than that, most of the time.”

“Oh well that makes it ALL better then, doesn’t it Sir? My poor, innocent eyes won’t be subjected to your stubby,” Emily grinned, thinking that she had to find a way to escalate the nudity into something that grams couldn’t ignore.

If grams was okay with Brian being naked outside their bedroom at home and if she didn’t explode the first time he did it with them in the house, she’d have to really push her side bet to make grams go ballistic. She wondered just how far she’d need to go, though? Could she make Brian get hard in front of grams? Would she have to offer to suck him off or something? Ew, she thought to herself. Times two!

“Were you serious when you said you could do anything your mom does?” Brian asked directly.

“No, Sir! I meant to say I KNOW I can do anything, but BETTER than mom does!” Emily boasted.

“Then don’t be nervous. You should be getting worried that your mom is going to want you to join her to do The Hard Way plan!” Brian laughed, knowing how unlikely that would be.

Starbucks was ahead on the left, so Brian decided he wouldn’t get into the fact that Emily used guys as much as her mother did in addition to treating everyone equally badly. He’d save that discussion for the next affirmation. He thought if Amanda, or Emily for that matter, was in pain while being asked questions, they might be more open to being honest. Everything he’d heard on this car ride could easily be them blowing smoke up his ass, he figured.

When they’d parked at Starbucks, Brian grabbed his legal pad out of the console and led them inside. there was only one high-top available and Emily sequestered it while Amanda and Brian waited in line to order. Brian had to stop Amanda from simply elbowing her way to the front of the line as she usually did. She didn’t appear to care that her shirt was stained and she smelled strongly of sex, but she was actually very aware and merely putting on a brave face - she saw a LOT of questioning glances but ignored them all - and she was not at all comfortable waiting in a line, dressed as she was.

As they waited, Brian made a suggestion. “Amanda, I think you liked to do what we did at Duncan’s. I know we covered that with your affirmations, but I want to see how far you can actually push yourself.”

“I can’t push myself an inch, daddy,” Amanda whispered back, feeling unusually conscious of others around her for once. “I told you I what I am and I see myself reflected back in Emily all the time and that worries me. But that doesn’t mean I can just change myself, or her. Your rules are a starting point but they’re kind of stupid really. You have to admit that. I’m not going to learn anything from them. I told you that too.”

“And that’s why I’m buying you and Emily a nice hot, black coffee while we discuss how we can add a few things to make this a learning experience for you,” Brian admitted.

“No, white, caramelly and sweet, with lots of froth, daddy. You know I like a caramel macchiato, You’ve paid for enough of them in the past.” She corrected him.

“Then you understand that if you want extras, you have to earn them,” Brian grinned. “It’s simple, really. You have ... what ... five buttoned buttons on that blouse? Yes. milk will cost you a button, froth another. Caramel will be your reward for a third and a sugar for each remaining button. If you want more than 2 sugars, you need to show more skin without being kicked out of here. There are three people ahead of us and I’ve explained the requirements. I will read your order off your chest when we reach the counter, Amanda,” Brian said before studiously looking anywhere except towards his step daughter.

Amanda immediately saw it as a dare that only gained her the sort of coffee that she would usually drink anyway. She also knew she wouldn’t take a single sip of a black coffee and she always added at least 4 sugar packets to her drink. She was aware that Brian was simply challenging her to make an effort to get what she wanted. After masturbating in front of her own family, this should have been an easy dare and using her body to get what she wanted had always been easy for her. This was different though. She was in a Starbucks among a bunch of pretentious farmers and local business people and she was actually considering the idea of unbuttoning her shirt for coffee. Was Brian crazy? She didn’t want a coffee that badly. But the significance behind the dare was more important than the reward and she wasn’t in control for once. That made a difference too, she knew. She reached for her buttons.

Brian had been sorely tempted to look at Amanda as they slowly moved forward. He really didn’t know what he’d see. He was confident she’d pop at least one button. After all, one button wouldn’t make any difference at all. A majority of females would have worn a shirt like that with the top button undone anyway. If she’d been less concerned about showing skin in public it would have been an easy dare too. This dare was merely a test to see if she could or would submit in public.

At the counter, Brian didn’t even NEED to look at Amanda. The young server’s expression - a look of utter disbelief - was written all over the pimply teen’s face. Brian finally turned and looked at Amanda. She’d captured the tails of her shirt under her thumbs and had her hands in her pockets. Her shirt was completely open at the front and the full swells of her bare, pale breasts were clearly visible. Brian could even discern the edges of her pink areolas. Her shirt was tightly stretched though, pancaking her tits against her chest and Brian knew that without a doubt, her nipples were like pencil erasers.

Amanda, in Brian’s estimation, had fully earned the crafted coffee. Brian ordered 3 caramel macchiatos, the cashier fumbling the cash he was handed. “Good girl, Amanda!” Brian said clearly. It’s a good look for you too, dear. Very sexy! But I think since I’m buying the coffees, you should give the nice young man your tips, don’t you?” Brian asked, raising one eyebrow to Amanda, encouraging her to loosen her fierce grip on her shirt.

Amanda rolled her eyes and blushed a little. Brian was very happy for that since it told him a lot about her. Amanda’s hands hesitantly came out of her pockets, loosening up the fabric covering her breasts. Brian heard a gasp from one of the young, female staff members who’d just turned around, a coffee in her hand.

“Ma’am, your buttons!” The girl exclaimed.

Amanda colored even more before saying, “Oops!” As if she hadn’t noticed no buttons were latched, while managing to provide a full flash of a pair of naked, lightly freckled, pale breasts to the workers behind the counter. Another young female scowled in disgust but the girl that had spoken just blushed as much as Amanda.

Amanda wasn’t sure if she was supposed to button her shirt again, leave it hanging open or to catch the shirttails with her thumbs again. In the end she shrugged while looking defiantly at the disgusted female barista and allowed her shirt to hang, mostly covering her breasts.

With coffees in each hand, Amanda carefully walked next to Brian, back to the table at which Emily waited. Brian told her that he was very proud of her performing the dare but she should have verbally thanked the cashier, not just flashed her tits.

Amanda was conflicted. She enjoyed the praise, even from Brian, but didn’t like being told she could have done more. Why should she have to thank someone for doing their job anyway?

As they got to the table, Brian was making another suggestion. “If you’re willing to participate in more dares in future, then I’ll put together a dare book. You write what the dare was and how it turned out, next to any reward I’ve listed on any page in the book.”

Amanda was focused on the half dozen pairs of eyes watching her, some hoping to see more, most disgusted by her behavior. As she reached the table, an old lady walked close and hissed, “Slut!” as she passed so that all around her heard.

Emily instantly called her mom a slut too and smirked at her. Amanda took Emily’s jib in stride and replied that Emily was just a cunt. At least sluts are useful, she added, before replying to Brian’s suggestion.

“Only me, or Emily too, daddy?” She asked.

“Me too, what? What crazy idea are you volunteering me for now, mom?” Emily demanded.

“Shut your pie hole for a moment and maybe daddy will tell you?” Amanda suggested with a smile that looked totally fake.

Brian smiled a real smile at the interaction between mother and daughter. It was the same as it had always been, but these two were the only mom and daughter he knew of who were comfortable talking to each other like that. And the only two who regularly got away with talking like that to each other. Anyone else would have been picking teeth up off the floor for telling Emily to shut her pie hole, Brian guessed.

“I just suggested a dare book. I will fill the pages of a blank notebook with rewards. These rewards would be a combination of the same rewards that I will offer under the Tough Love plan and unique ones too. If you accept a dare, you pick a reward. If I agree that the reward is justified for the dare you’re attempting, then you write the dare next to that reward. If you succeed, you write the outcome and the reward is yours when I feel like giving it to you. I’ll date that reward to mark it paid.”

“So we have to earn a reward, but since you only give it to us when you feel like it, we may never even get it? That means we’re supposed to trust your honesty, Sir. I don’t trust nobody except me! So that seems like a sucky plan,” Emily decided.

“How much do you trust your grams, Emily?” Brian asked, unfazed by Emily’s response.

“Until today, you mean? A hell of a lot more than I trusted you! But now I’m not so sure,” she said thoughtfully.

“So what makes you think I’m going to let you come to the house after all?” Brian asked, then added, “This could have all been a scam to see you two naked. I could just change my mind and leave you two here.”

“Well I guess I trust you a little, Sir,” Emily conceded, knowing that she would totally have left Brian if the circumstances had been reversed.

“Okay, so I add a number to each reward. One reward might be a candy bar. I’ll put a #1 next to it. That can be the dollar value of the reward. If you complete the month of Tough Love and I haven’t redeemed your reward, you get to cash out your completed dares. But only the dares I’ve signed off as completed but not marked as paid and only if you last the whole month,” Brian added the caveats.

“That’s not fair!” Amanda put in. “If we try to do a dare and it doesn’t work out, then you can say we failed. What say you dared us to run across the highway and we get clipped by a semi? We fail and end up in the hospital without the candy bar OR the dollar. No, I don’t think so.”

“First of all I wouldn’t dare you to do dangerous stuff. That’d be stupid. Second of all, if I agreed that you made a valiant attempt to complete the dare and the result was beyond your control, then I’d sign off on your reward anyway. I wouldn’t sign off on a dare that you half-assed. If Amanda had begun to undo her buttons in line back there and someone had complained, she possibly couldn’t have completed the dare but the decision as to her intent would have been up to me. If she had stopped and without hesitation did those buttons up right away, it would have counted it as a failure.” Brian explained.

“What if that HAD happened? Would I ignore the person like I usually do or what, daddy?” Amanda asked a valid question.

“You would have politely talked with whomever complained. You wouldn’t have lied and said you were too hot, because we want to get away from you lying every time you two open your mouth, but you could have asked why the person found your actions offensive. You could have asked if the person wasn’t uncomfortably hot wearing what THEY were wearing, but that would have been deception - suggesting you were hot without saying it, which is as bad as outright lying. So you talk to the person and admit you’re trying to complete a dare for a prize and see how they react. Regular people often like to help others in their endeavours, but asking nicely for help is a foreign concept to you, I know,” Brian shook his head sadly. “Well, it was just a thought.”

“Hold on a minute, Sir. How many dares are you talking about and can WE suggest them too?” Emily asked. The idea of building up a cache of rewards that could also be turned into cash was interesting to her and she wasn’t going to let her mom deprive HER of extra stuff.

Amanda handed Emily her coffee and Brian told her she could rebutton the three bottom buttons of her shirt. Amanda didn’t hesitate even as she agreed Emily’s question was a good one.

“I don’t see why not. But if you suggest a dangerous dare, I’ll veto it in a heartbeat. The thing is, the dares will be a spur of the moment thing. An idea will pop into my head and I might suggest something. Then I might not have another suggestion for a few days. How about a dare each, for each day you’re at the house? You might HAVE to make a suggestion yourselves when I draw a blank.”

“Two!” Amanda insisted, equally surprising Brian and Emily. She’d JUST turned down Brian’s offer and now she was doubling Brian’s suggestion? Emily narrowed her eyes at her mom and Brian laughed out loud. Amanda was as fickle as he remembered her!

“Three! That’s one dare each. Mom suggests one, I suggest one and you too, Sir,” Emily escalated Amanda’s suggestion.

“How about UP TO three. I just said I might draw a blank and you’re both trying to make me work so that YOU can reap the benefits. That ain’t gonna fly.” Brian was adamant.

“And what rewards are we talking?” Emily wanted clarification. “I ain’t going out to check the mail nekkid for a coke. The drinking kind, anyway, Sir” she grinned.

“Lets see. There’s candy bars, sodas, how about 5 minutes of privacy? You could take a dump without worrying who’s going to walk past a bathroom with no door while you’re squatting on the toilet?” Brian suggested. “Maybe I’m not the best one to provide all the rewards? Maybe you two should think about a list.”

“Hey, hold on a moment. What do you mean by squatting on the toilet? I DO NOT squat! That’s why there’s a freaking seat!” Emily argued.

“I just thought of it, is why. What’s the point of taking the door off, if your butt is hanging in the toilet half hidden? The purpose is ZERO privacy. You already agreed to that.”

“Shit!” Emily complained.

“Exactly,” Brian agreed. “And peeing too,” he added with another smile.

“So we can make a list and can we assign a value to each thing too? What if we want a reward to be an expensive dinner at somewhere like, say Applebee’s?” Amanda suggested the first high class restaurant she could think of.

“I assign values since I’m the one paying the bill whether it’s a soda or a meal. Just keep in mind that if its a meal at Applebee’s, I’m probably going to assign a value which would match the difficulty of the dare. I wouldn’t agree to have you flash a cashier for a $50 meal. Those mocciatos cost nearly $5 each and Amanda paid for yours too with her dare. Feel free to thank your mom, Emily.”

“Yeah right. I’ll email you a letter of thanks tomorrow, mom,” Emily smirked.

“Only if you are rewarded with internet, Emily,” Brian laughed for a moment along with the two girls at the idea, before again asking approval for the dare book.

“I’m okay with it in general, but what if I don’t want to do a dare? What’s the punishment for refusal, daddy?” Amanda asked, ever the looker-for-loopholes.

“You were going to get a black coffee each today. If you’d declined the dare, you’d be sitting here nursing black coffees. I’d be out $4 for a pair of coffees that didn’t get touched and I wouldn’t offer more in the future. It would be shame on me, not shame on you. There’d be no punishment for refusing a dare, but it could affect future freebies. That’s all I’m saying.” Brian told the girls.

“I’m in, then,” Amanda stated and Emily nodded her agreement.

“Good, done deal then. Moving on. So, the two of you are coming to the house but I believe there are additional things we can do to address your behavioral issues. I don’t need to reiterate what we’ve already talked about. Lying and theft can be minimized with the rules you’ve agreed to but you don’t really get anything out of those rules other than a roof over your heads. They merely protect your mother and me. What would benefit you most from your stay at my home?” He asked, to begin the discussion.

“How ‘bout an allowance?” Emily suggested. “Say, five hundred a week? Each? You can be a pervert to your heart’s content for that, Sir!” She smirked.

“No, Emily. I want to be clear on something first and foremost. I asked you to come along to discuss what you’re willing to agree to. It’s up to your mom to negotiate what she’s willing to allow you to be subjected to and to ensure you’re receive something of value for your efforts. But I’m not rich. I live paycheck to paycheck like everyone else around here. I know you’re happy with the way you are. Your mom isn’t and she knows that you’re on the same path she’s been travelling. If she is to be believed and I hope she is, she wants to save you from becoming just like her, Emily.”

“What you’re saying is that I’m here so I can shut the fuck up and listen. I coulda done that at uncle D’s, Sir. You just wasted 20 minutes of my life to get me here. How about I leave you two to it and I go explore this podunk little town. Just don’t forget you brought me!” Without waiting for a reply Emily picked up her coffee and stood up.

“Sit down Emily. You have already agreed to the Tough Love deal. If I have to put you over my knee here in the middle of Starbucks, I wouldn’t even need to pull your pants down to rewarm that ass of yours and who do you think would save you? The same people that see you sitting with a slut who had her tits hanging out a minute ago?”

Emily was silent for a moment. She knew for a fact that Brian could NOT have put her over his lap unless she allowed it. She had manhandled enough football players at her last school to know he couldn’t physically restrain her unless she agreed to be restrained. Her deal with her mom, though, was much more what was in jeopardy to her. If going to Brian and grams place was fucked up because she couldn’t be patient, then she wouldn’t win her bet to outlast her mom in real training. Somehow the timeline seemed to have just been compressed.

“Sorry, Sir,” Emily apologized. I thought you wanted to exclude me, that’s all.” She said, trying to get back in character.

Brian accepted the apology at face value. He sensed something but he didn’t know what was in Emily’s voice.

Amanda had used the distraction to ponder what Brian had said. This really would be a great opportunity to set up a truly awesome scam, she knew. She had Brian away from her mom who could ruin everything and no Dunk or his stupid girlfriend Dalia and her boy Jason, to throw additional monkey wrenches in any plan, either.

“Look, Sir. Your rules are stupid because they simply humiliate me and Emily with nothing learned by us from the experience. You get to perv on a couple naked chicks and play daddy for a month. Maybe you’ll get your jollies from that, or maybe not. Afterwards, we are supposed to have our own place and be all sweetness and light. Well it doesn’t work that way. I’ve had jobs. I’ve had money. Neither was an incentive for me to change who I am, but your idea does have merits. YOU want us to change and I want us to change. We should sit outside so we can smoke and come up with a real, workable plan.” Amanda suggested.

Brian chuckled at the suggestion. “Smoke MY cigarettes, you mean. You can’t even afford your own.”

“We could smoke mine, Sir,” Emily suggested with a smirk, showing the pack of menthols she seemed to retrieve out of thin air. “But I could use a light.”

“Those are Ann’s!” Brian accused Emily hotly. “You had no smokes and now suddenly you do! You must have stolen them out of the car!”

“No one asked ME earlier if I had smokes. Everyone just assumes I don’t and there ARE other people that smoke these, um...” Emily turned the pack towards her to read the brand name, obviously rubbing it in that she didn’t even know what brand the cigarettes were.

“No. We’ll sit right here until we figure out some basics. Obviously Emily has quick fingers. I didn’t see her steal that pack but she was right next to me in the car. Give them to me.” Brian took the pack, having to basically jerk them out of Emily’s fingers, which caused Emily to smirk again.

Brian put the smokes in his pants pocket and pulled his pen out of his shirt pocket, flipped to a fresh page on his legal pad and wrote, ‘Frequent frisking is essential’ on the page.

“Like I said, I want you both to think about what you want out of this next month of Tough Love. I made a mistake though. I asked what you wanted for something we haven’t even properly defined yet, so let’s start with that first. What I want and what you want, are based on what each of us are willing to bring to the party. I’m currently bringing a house, electric, food, beds and I received agreement to the existing Tough Love rules as your contribution. Now I’ve figured out that I want more out of your stay. I want an attitude adjustment out of both of you and so does Ann. I’m willing to work to get that attitude adjustment. If you’re to be believed, Amanda, you want one for yourself and Emily too. You proved your commitment by accepting a very thorough spanking each. What you’re willing to agree to in order to get us to a real attitude adjustment is what we need to talk about first. It goes without saying but I’ll say it anyway. You would have to work at it, not half-ass this.”