Chapter 3

“Excuse me, the baby is still crying,” Barbara pointed out politely. No one had stopped to deal with the crying baby in the other room. It was yet another example of how drastically different Barbara’s home life was to Becky. Barbara’s mother would never have permitted the baby’s needs to wait for even a moment. She was a helicopter parent always hovering and watching over her kids – perhaps too much.

“Oh? Would you be a dear and check on my son? What was your name again? Ruth?” Candy asked Barbara sweetly. She had intentionally forgotten the pretty girl’s name. She told her there was baby formula and diapers in her room.

Barbara liked kids, and she made money babysitting on the side. She didn’t mind helping out. She knew Candy was trying to wind her up and be snotty, but Barbara was trying to be polite. “I thought you said you are lactating? Why don’t you breastfeed the baby?” she asked as she stood up.

“Waste these big naturals on an actual baby?” Candy put her thumbs on her shirt and tapped her erect nipples. They were protruding through the little baby doll tee she was wearing.

“Yeah Bitch, Why do you waste money on baby formula when you got two fat milk sacks?” Harlan demanded of his sister.

She scoffed and told him that the Enfamil was free because she received welfare and WIC. Harlan was fine with that. His only concern was if she was getting food stamps, why didn’t he have some steaks every now and then.

“They don’t give steak away you know! I smoke and food stamps don’t cover them either. Steak is probably not considered healthy or some shit like that either,” Candy chuckled.

“I told you I can break you of that habit. All you need to do is agree to 90 days of pet training,” Harlan snickered.

“Yeah, we tried that before. I ended up with a busted pussy, a prolapsed asshole, and went right back to smoking! Ninety days of eating dog food and barking like an idiot for nothing!” Candy scoffed.

“It wasn’t for nothing! We made quite a bit of money off the video clips!” Harlan assured his sister.

“I still haven’t seen a penny of it!” Candy argued back.

“I am still waiting on that check from Fred! My asshole friend Fred!” Harlan kicked his wife’s naked butt. “Who was it that told me to go into business with Fred?” he asked his wife.

“I did, but I didn’t know he would rip you off!” Tammy lowered her head again, in shame.

“You sure didn’t mind fucking him today,” Harlan reminded her.

“It was a one-time thing. I thought if I fucked him, maybe he’d pay you back some of the money he owes you!” Tammy sounded convincing.

“You can’t bullshit a bullshitter. You were lonely. He was Johnny on the spot. He said some nice things and blew smoke up your ass, then wham-bam, you were riding his pony!” Harlan assured his wife that his version of the events of the day were far more likely.

“Yes, Sir, I am sorry for lying. How long do I have to stay like this?” Tammy asked with a contrite tone in her voice. It was obviously fake and for her husband’s benefit. She had been extremely salty when her son initially got home.

“What would you say, Dylan? Is your mom going to learn her lesson after just one day on the pedestal?” Harlan asked his son casually about how long his mother should be punished.

Dylan seemed nonplussed by the question. His dad frequently asked for his input into how he punished the girls around the house. Harlan sometimes punished Dylan as well, but he was clearly his father’s favorite in the household.

Joe was so shocked that these people lived this way that he could not even form a comment of surprise.

“I guess maybe two days on the pedestal and the cage at night?” Dylan suggested.

“Inside or outside?” Harlan asked.

“The outside cage,” Dylan didn’t hesitate to suggest it for his mother. They had already been shocked but it was a fresh new surprise to Joe and Barbara that the family had TWO cages specifically for this purpose and one of them was outside of the trailer. Dylan acted like it was not that big of a deal.

“Oh honey, there are mosquitos, gnats and all sorts of creepy crawlies out there at night! Can’t I be in the inside cage?” Tammy pled with her husband once she’d heard her son’s suggestion.

“Don’t honey me! You wanted to be put on a pedestal! Well, you are going to be put on a pedestal for everyone to see!” Harlan said.

“That was one comment I made on our anniversary three fucking years ago! I just said I wish you would put me on a pedestal. I didn’t mean naked with my ass in the air for everyone to see, baby!” Tammy pleaded with her husband. Her tone became slightly more casual as she dropped the submissive act.

“I know what you MEANT. You wanted to be put above all others and act like your shit don’t stink. Well, it does, and that’s why you aren’t going to be in the inside cage at night any longer!” Harlan made a PU sound and held his nose.

“If you give me an enema before you put me in the cage, it won’t be a problem. I promise!” Tammy assured her husband.

“Your promises don’t mean jack shit!” Harlan leaned up from his chair and pulled his wife’s ass cheeks apart as wide as they would go. Joe could see every intimate part of Tammy’s asshole when Harlan did that. Harlan spit right on her asshole. “You’ve got two days on the pedestal with two luxurious nights in the outdoor cage! Want to go for three?”

“Haw-Haw!” Candy laughed heartily, and so did Becky.

“There is room in that cage for both of you, Turd blossoms,” Harlan threatened.

“Promises, promises!” Candy harrumphed. “Chow’s ready!” she yelled. The table wasn’t set, but the food was piping hot.

“Daddy, can I finally get dressed now? We’ve got company, after all!” Becky asked.

“Fuck no, you’ve got punishment right after Dinner. You’re just practicing to be a stripper like your aunt anyway,” Harlan insisted.

Dylan interceded on his sister’s behalf. “Joe and Barbara just seem a little uncomfortable, Dad,” Dylan said. He wasn’t naïve. He knew his family was a little eccentric, but he’d been to other trailers in his trailer park and they had been just as casual about nudity.

His next-door neighbor turned tricks and smoked meth and she had three sons about Brody’s age living with her. Very few trailers had anyone as strict as his dad running things but part of the reason he was strict was to keep the women from running wild like his next-door neighbor Katie.

“You see that mirror?” Harlan pointed up to a collection of carnival mirrors he had won at the fair. How he won them was a matter of conjecture. His story was that he was a crack shot with the BB gun. Most people believed Harlan stole them after ordering Tammy to blow all the carnies behind the booth to distract them.

“The one that says Home Sweet Home? That’s a Motley Crue mirror. So what?” Becky shrugged.

“No, the one next to that. It says Live Free or Die Free! I am not going to change a goddamn thing for nobody. I don’t care if President Obama walks through that fucking door. You are going to stay naked because I say so,” Harlan insisted. He shook his finger at his daughter in the kitchen to emphasize his point.

“Obama hasn’t been President for like four years!” Becky laughed at her father. He ignored her and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. The point is I don’t give a shit. If people don’t like how I live, they can kiss my ass. It’s the same thing I told that government lady when she checked on us. There ain’t nothing they can do. You ain’t being abused and I don’t need anybody putting their nose up at me for keeping you on the straight and narrow! You need a lot of structure, little girl!”

“Geez, Fine!” Becky shrugged and accepted she would remain naked. She told Joe that she’d prefer he not blab about her all over school. Joe nodded silently.

Barbara returned to the living room and said that they were out of diapers but the baby was taken care of for now. She liked babysitting but she thought Candy’s room was gross. It smelled of dried milk, cigarettes and pussy.

“Good, let’s fucking eat!” Harlan grinned.

“Is it Table Tuesday, daddy?” Becky asked hopefully, knowing it was Wednesday but hoping her dad wouldn’t remember.

“That was yesterday, you brat,” Candy answered for her brother. “Today, it’s Winky Wednesday! Hah! Thought I’d forgotten your bet, hadn’t you?” She gloated, referring to the bet she’d won the day before when she was forced to be Becky’s dinner table. Tonight Becky had to be HER table.

“But, we’ve got guests!” Becky complained. It sounded more like an excuse than a complaint.

“Yet you want me to be YOUR table again? I don’t think so! Now get on the floor and start that winker winking!”

“What’s Winky Wednesday?” Joe asked, not understanding what the two were fighting about. He figured it was something to do with Becky batting her eyelashes or something. The idea sounded like something he wanted to see. Becky was so pretty that to have an image of her naked AND winking at him suggestively burned into his brain would be excellent spank material for later on at home.

It’s an exercise that Becky said she could do all night. I bet her she couldn’t even do it for a whole mealtime, and I won, so tonight she gets to wink her pucker for everyone’s amusement while she eats,” Candy clarified.

“Oh! Do umm ... do you guys make those sorts of bets often?” He asked.

“Well we ain’t got a TV that’s worth watching most of the time, so we make deals, bets, and dares instead. It’s way more entertaining. Much better than Little House on the Prairie or whatever is on that we’re missing.”

“Isn’t that a show from like last century? The seventies or something? I didn’t know they even had that on TV anymore,” Joe mused, looking forward to the alternate entertainment even more than seeing Becky bat her eyelashes.

“Well, we only get three channels, and it’s on the one that’s in Spanish, so I don’t really know. I guess it COULD be a rerun,” she admitted. “But right now, it’s time to cash that check you wrote with your mouth, Becky. There was no stipulation we couldn’t have guests over!”

Barbara poked her brother with her elbow. He was making it very obvious he was a big pervert and had a massive crush on Becky. He was also easily distracted by Candy’s frequent flirting.

Harlan said that Barbara looked an awful lot like a young Olivia Newton-John in the movie Grease. Barbara giggled politely but had no idea who that was.

“Yeah, well, now you see why I don’t keep up with television!” Harlan said.

“Yeah, he’d prefer to watch the boob tube!” Candy flashed her tits with a big smirk on her face.

“A bet is a bet, but fuck if there aren’t enough chairs!” Harlan counted out the number of chairs twice to make sure. He had a big smile on his face when he did.

“That’s fine, I can eat in the living room,” Candy snickered politely. She looked a little uneasy when Harlan suggested that there wasn’t going to be enough chairs.

“You’ll eat in the fucking kitchen with everyone else, and you know exactly how I want you,” Harlan told his sister as he pointed to the floor. He had obviously forgotten his earlier order and told Tammy she could get off her pedestal and come strap on her feedbag as he removed his feet from her back.

“Thank you, Harlan,” Tammy replied politely. She didn’t get up. She continued to crawl behind her husband with her legs spread and parted.

“How come the table isn’t already set?” Harlan demanded as he entered his cramped kitchen. The sink was filled with dirty dishes and the girls were hurrying to put down paper plates and cups.

“Hold your nuts, Harlan!” Candy playfully smacked her brother’s package through his denim jeans. “We just about have it set for everybody,” she said. She started counting and noticed that they were still going to be one chair short.

“Oh shit, no way!” Candy insisted.

“Yes, Way,” Harlan nodded with a grin and pointed to the floor.

“What about Brody? Can’t he eat in the living room or something? I’d like to get to know Dylan’s girlfriend Barf and Joe much better,” Candy said with a haughty and aloof expression.

“It’s Barbara and I am not really his girlfriend,” Barbara reminded her.

“Barbara? Isn’t that what I said?” Candy asked with a straight face. She knew exactly what she’d called Barbara. It had been an intentional slight.

“Oh, I think Joe will get to know you a lot better, eating doggy style,” Harlan pointed again to the floor. Tammy had already begun Kegel style exercises of popping her pussy and asshole open by flexing her cunt muscles without being told.

“If this wasn’t your trailer, Harlan, so help me!” Candy pulled her shirt over her head and acquiesced to his demand. She bent over and pulled down her G-string and tossed it at Joe playfully. “Hold this for me, please,” she said teasingly and got down on the floor next to her sister-in-law.

Becky joined the three of them after she bent over and strapped a feedbag to her mother’s mouth. The feedbag had been modified for human use. It was far more shallow and wide so that someone could eat out of it with only their tongue, teeth and lips. There were only peas, carrots, beef and oats in the bag all mixed together. Tammy was quite used to eating this way and didn’t refuse when her daughter strapped the leather buckles around her head.

“Guys, please don’t tell people at school that I eat off the floor like a dog?” Becky pleaded with Barbara and Joe.

Candy pinched the side of her niece’s boob. “Why? You’re afraid that you will get a bad reputation?” she asked playfully from next to her.

Becky offered her a lemony face. “I’ve had one of those since before I ever started hanging out with you, cuntling! Now get in position properly!”

Joe and Barbara sat down at the table in what might have been Candy and Becky’s normal seats. Dylan sat down next to Barbara. Brody sat across from Barbara, and Harlan sat at the table’s head where he always sat. They had a plate of plain hot dogs without buns, some beef stew, and a warm bowl of oatmeal.

The girls were incredibly competitive and so was Tammy. Tonight Tammy was quiet because she had to wear the feedbag. The fact that she was on display for strangers to watch her eat this way was incredibly humiliating to her – especially because her wet pussy was dripping down her thigh. No one even noticed and the casual way they accepted her being treated like a dog, was in itself quite embarrassing.