Chapter 2

“Candy can’t make supper. Your aunt is down at Tease Lounge working dayshift. That makes it your fucking turn, because Tammy’s ass is right where it belongs on this pedestal!” Harlan smacked his wife’s plump rear end yet again.

“Good for her. Someone has to make money around here,” Becky huffed at her father. She started to leave. “I can’t wait until I am old enough to get a job down there. I may as well get paid for shaking my ass.”

“You ain’t charging boys like Joe to take a look already?” Harlan teased his daughter.

Becky was wearing short-shorts. It was common at her school this time of year. She stuck her butt out towards her father and brother playfully. Then while facing away from them, reached between her legs and shot them both the bird.

She was already almost out of the living room and down the hall when her father cleared his throat. The sound made her freeze her in tracks.

“Very funny, Becky. Aren’t you forgetting something?” Harlan asked his daughter after she finished her angry introduction at the door.

“Oh Man, not in front of the new kids, Daddy?” Becky asked him sweetly.

“You only call me Daddy when you want to get your way,” Harlan ignored his daughter’s pleading.

Becky placed her hands at the hem of her blouse and started to pull it over her head.

“We should probably get going,” Barbara offered politely. She had most certainly seen enough. She had thought it might be a good idea to introduce herself to her date’s parents. Her father would certainly want to meet the boy that was taking her out as well.

“What is your hurry? The show is just getting started,” Harlan offered Barbara politely. “It will help my uppity daughter’s attitude if you stay and watch her punishment.”

Becky pulled her top off, revealing her correctly set big banana-shaped boobs. Her lovely tits jutted off of her chest. She clearly didn’t need to wear a bra for support. “You heard them. They don’t want to stay, Daddy!” Becky complained.

“You hush,” Harlan warned his abrasive daughter to stop talking and keep stripping. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” he shrugged at Joe and Barbara. Then he promised them a delicious meal later if they would join them for Supper.

Barbara was more than ready to leave, but Joe sensed he’d get to see one of the prettiest redneck girls from school, completely naked. He shyly suggested they stay a little bit longer to be polite. Barbara reluctantly remained. She had to admit watching this family was a little like watching a train wreck, and she would have wondered what happened immediately after she’d left.

Harlan grabbed his daughter’s hands and checked her fingernails. “Just as I thought! You bit them down to the nubs again,” he said. Becky had a compulsive habit of chewing her fingernails.

“We should buy Becky a pack of Lee-Press On Nails so she can snack on them too,” Dylan joked about his older sister. Becky glared at him sharply and continued removing her shorts and panties when her father let go of her wrists.

“Go on and get a good look, new boy. It ain’t nothing that anyone else at school hasn’t already seen,” Becky said. Becky’s body was lithe and athletic with just some minimal fat around her tummy and bodaciously inviting butt cheeks. Becky’s pubic area were mostly bald except for a few wild and unshaved hairs.

“Oh my!” Barbara turned red-faced. The casual way that Becky had undressed in front of her family was more than enough to make Barbara herself embarrassed.

“You don’t get whooped in the living room when you fuck up?” Becky asked Barbara as if it was not that big of a deal to be naked. She grabbed her ankles and bent over so that her legs were spread and her pussy was exposed to her father.

“No, I certainly don’t,” Barbara said adamantly. “Isn’t that abuse?”

“Abuse?” She was surprised when Becky looked over her shoulder accusingly at her. “My Dad ain’t no Chester the Molester if that is what you mean!”

Harlan held up a red paddle. It was faded from years of use, and the wood was well-worn. “This is my Daddy’s paddle. You ain’t never heard of spare the rod, spoil the child?” he asked as he laid a heavy swat on his daughter’s pert ass cheeks.

“One, thank you, Daddy!” Becky rolled her eyes and kept holding her ankles.

“Yes, I’ve heard of that, but what did she do that was so bad?” Barbara asked innocently.

“What DIDN’T she do,” Dylan laughed at his sister’s predicament. Becky didn’t comment. She only counted the next swats just as she had the first.

Harlan explained while he spanked his daughter that, like most of the women in the house, she was inherently lazy, unreliable, selfish, mean-spirited, vain and a general pain in the ass. “That isn’t why she is being punished, though. She has some kind of OCD. She compulsively plucks her eyebrows, pubic hair, leg hair, and chews her fingernails!”

“Toenails too!” Dylan offered with a laugh.

Becky glared at him. She was less embarrassed about having both of her pink holes exposed to strangers than she was about them hearing about her strange compulsions.

“That’s terrible! So you spank her for that?” Barbara seemed horrified.

“Tell Barbara what you used to do before we started your daily punishments,” Harlan commanded as he smacked his daughter’s ass hard with the paddle. The paddle imprint left a big welt on her delicious looking young ass.

“Nine, thank you, Daddy! Do I have to tell, Daddy? Can’t you just spank me a little more? I am almost better now!” Becky implored her father. He was quite serious and said he wouldn’t tell her a second time.

“Ouch, Ten, thank you, Daddy! Well, I used to cut myself all the time. The pain made me feel something. I was carrying a box of razor blades to school and cutting myself in the bathroom. Daddy said if I wanted to feel pain, I could get spanked daily as soon as I got home. I agreed, and now after three months, I am down to just chewing my nails and plucking out my hair, Ouch, Eleven, Thank you, Daddy!”

“So you asked him to do this to you?” Barbara seemed puzzled.

“Twelve, thank you, Daddy!” Becky seethed with anger. “Kind of,” she answered noncommittally.

Harlan prompted her to provide a better explanation with an extra hard wedge strike between her legs, slapping her on her fat cunt lips. “Thirteen, thank you, Daddy! Yes, I get punished for fucked up shit that I do on a regular basis anyway. When he caught me cutting myself, we tried different things to help me stop, and this was the only thing that took. I asked Daddy to give me twenty swats anytime I come in the door, whether I like it or not. Ooh! Damn, I did not like that one, Fourteen, thank you, Daddy!” Becky shivered. Her pussy was dripping wet, and her nipples were hard.

“After she gets settled in, we talk about what she did that day, and if she misbehaved, she gets punished differently for that. I don’t like to mix therapy with punishments!” Harlan laid another powerful swat flat against his daughter’s ass.

“Fifteen, thank you, Daddy! I was good today, Daddy! I promise!” Becky promised.

“You see? If I spared the rod, she’d be rotten at school. Everyone at that school should be thanking me for keeping my bitchy daughter in line. She used to chew out the Principal, all the teachers and constantly bully other girls too!” Harlan said.

“She still does,” Dylan chuckled while he watched his big sister endure her afternoon spanking.

“Sixteen, thank you, Daddy! Not nearly as much as I used to, though!” Becky still seethed with anger, but she submitted to yet another spanking on her bare ass.

“So, is this why you punish your wife too?” Barbara asked.

“No, she is being punished because she is a bitch,” Harlan chuckled as he spanked his daughter’s ass again.

Just then, the door to one of the bedrooms opened.

Goddammit, why do you all have to stomp around and shout at the top of your lungs when I’m trying to sleep, you selfish fucks!” Candy came out of the bedroom, rubbing her eyes.

Her long blonde hair was an absolute matted mess, and there was still glitter sticking to it in places while part of it looked as stiff as a board. When she took her hands away from her face, it was clear she was still wearing what was left of the previous day’s makeup.

Most of her mascara had run in streams down either side of her cute little upturned nose, and she looked like she’d been ridden hard and put away wet. She didn’t seem to care that she was only wearing a thong and a babydoll tee-shirt that barely covered her tits. Her nipples were erect and visible through the thin material. She looked pregnant, and that’s because she was - seven months.

“You were supposed to be at work,” Harlan accused her.

“Morning sickness. I got to work this morning and immediately got sick of Brad, trying to find out how dilated I was. I’m going back in tonight instead. It was dead there this afternoon, so I’ll drop in around nine and make bank on the perverts who like mother’s milk straight from the faucet. Who this? You look like a fine young man,” Candy’s voice changed when she focused on Joe.

“Give it a rest, sis. He’s still a kid,” Harlan admonished her.

“Benjamin Franklin doesn’t care if the hands he leaves are young or old, and neither do I,” she smiled, trying to look sexy and somehow managing.

Joe wasn’t sure where to look now. Becky had just counted her seventeenth spank, and Tammy was still crouched on the pedestal. Even though this new person was wearing clothing of a sort, in a way, she looked even more naked than ether others. Joe decided it was how she moved that made her stand out.

Who are you anyway? Is that your girlfriend, or is that woody for me?” She asked in a sultry voice.

Joe immediately covered his crotch with his hands and stammered something about having been invited by Mister Harlan to stay for dinner.

“Oh, you hear that, Harlan? He called you, Mister! I would have thought that’d make you hard if nothing else does!” She laughed at her brother. “Hi,” she wiggled her fingers at Joe. “I’m Candy with a ‘Y.’ Why? Because I taste so good!” She laughed at her own joke. No one else laughed except a soft titter from Barbara. They’d all heard that one a million times. “When’s chow? I’m starved!” She exclaimed, suggesting she was eating for two or maybe three.

“Harlan’s your brother?” Barbara finally broke her silence.

“If you believe the bloodwork, but I think the doc was just screwing with mom. And screwing with mom too, if you know what I mean,” she replied with a wink. “Are you coming down to the lounge with me tonight? You look a little young. I hope your ID’s a good one. They already turned Becky down twice,” she said, grinning at her niece.

“I still got three more coming if you would shut your cock hole for a minute and let daddy finish,” Becky complained.

“Here is a kiss for you, Becky,” Candy stuck her rather large ass in front of her niece’s face and let one rip. “You are definitely a Simmons. I won’t deny that! The sound of Candy’s fart was hardly petit or muted. She pulled her thong out of her ass crack and adjusted it slightly after trumpeting the fart proudly in her nieces face.

“Gross! Wait until Daddy finishes!” Becky warned her aunt and made a particularly lemony face. They weren’t that far apart in age. Candy was in her earlier twenties. It wasn’t clear to Barbara whether Candy was Harlan or Tammy’s sister.

“No, because as soon as I get done spanking you, your real punishments will begin!” Harlan spanked her again.

“Ah, eighteen, thank you, daddy! What for?” she asked politely.

“Fighting with your aunt for one thing,” Harlan chuckled. He explained it was Candy’s turn to cook dinner and he was hungry. Any attempts to delay that should result in an immediate punishment.