Chapter 4

“No?” I asked what she meant by cutting a switch. I had no idea what Brittany meant.

Heather and Jayne chuckled at my naivete.

Brittany seemed disappointed and said that I would learn. “Tell the girls to cut a switch. If they sass you or talk back. If they misbehave or act inappropriately. Then tell them to bend over and give them ten reminders that you are the guest and that they shall respect you.”

I had no idea how girls who were basically naked could not act “inappropriately.” However, my Dad seemed to have confidence in my ability to discern inappropriate behavior. That was a big thing to me because I assumed he thought I was a kid who had very little common sense. He assured me that in time I would understand and that I was to use my best judgment.

I looked at my father with confidence, and he nodded. “You don’t need a switch. We have a crop in the house for minor infractions. Do no more than twenty,” son. “Hand me the leather crop, Brittany.”

Brittany fetched a leather horse crop. The leather was worn, and it was clearly something that was very old. The tip was somewhat soft, as if it had been replaced, but the handle was obviously twenty years old or more. She handed it to my father with both hands and stepped away.

“Bend over so that I may demonstrate how to properly punish a lewd and unrepentant girl,” my father swished the crop in his hand, and it made a wicked sound when he did.

Brittany spread her legs apart and then bent over. She held her ankles and looked through her legs at my father with an inviting smile on her face. It was all I could do not to look at her dimpled ass cheeks and the metal hole in the center of her butt crack the displayed her darkened butthole. I felt guilty for looking, but my father directed me to watch.

“It is all in the wrist, you see how I flick,” he snapped hard.

“One, Sir, shall I confess or just count?” Brittany seemed pleased to perform as my father’s training dummy even though she had done nothing to earn such a humiliating spanking.

“Confess, but we will only do a few. You will have proper daily confession before dinner. God is always watching and monitoring. It cannot hurt to have you unburden your soul and repent an additional time.” My father explained.

He struck her buttocks with the crop. It didn’t seem to hurt her, and her ass jiggled.

“Two, thank you, Sir! I confess that I have had unclean and filthy thoughts since you arrived.”

My father suppressed a smile. I assumed he would not want her to tell me the details of those thoughts. He had never told me a dirty joke or cussed in front of me as far as I could recall. “Such as?”

“Three! Thank you, Sir! I wanted to invite you to my room last night and have my way with you before our marriage. I hunger for your cock, Sir. I want you inside me. I left my key on my nightstand in case I succumbed to temptation!”

Heather and Jayne both seemed delighted to hear their mother’s admission but didn’t seem entirely shocked.

My father explained that acts of contrition and expatiation were pivotal to the girl’s well-being. I have a pretty good vocabulary, but I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant.

“Just what it sounds like,” my father explained that the pain suffered by publicly being punished was the act of contrition. He said that an expatiation is a form of verbal discussion that makes the penitent admit their sins, express shame, and ask for forgiveness. He said it was very cathartic for the girls and asked his wife to be if she minded this treatment as he spanked her again.

“Four! No sir, It is better to suffer in this world and atone than to spend an eternity in hellfire. I know that I am a sinner and that forgiveness without suffering is not forgiveness at all.”

“You can ask any question you wish during confession but be prepared to hear an honest and complete answer. What happens if I don’t believe you have truly unburdened your sorrowful deeds and are being dishonest?”

His next strike was on her lower thighs, and she yelped a little. I felt pity for her. I didn’t want to hurt Brittany, but it seemed like she liked being popped with the leather crop. “Five, thank you Sir! God will know dishonest answers, and the sin will be multiplied. I thank you for permitting me to unburden myself before our shopping trip. There is more I need to confess, Sir.”

“Go on,” my Dad prodded her to continue and spanked her again. This time he sliced down her ass crack. The metal absorbed most of the blow.

“Six, thank you Sir! I felt guilty that I acted above my station around your son. I wanted to instruct him. He seemed so clueless. I should not have looked down on Oscar. And that is not my place to put myself above him. I am so sorry to you an Oscar.”

Brittany had a little bit of a tear in her eye. She looked like she might be genuinely about to cry.

“You don’t need to apologize to me. You need to apologize to God for breaking his law,” my Dad popped her ass and said that she would teach me if I asked a question.

“Seven! Thank you, Sir. If I offend you, then I offend God. I wish only to please you and confess my sins. I know my place at your feet, and yet I spoke above my station due to my pride and vanity.”

Brittany wasn’t giggling. She was very serious and remorseful for her actions. I felt guilty she was asking to be punished for how she talked to me.

My father said that her sins were heard by God and forgiven and that she may stand up.

Brittany rubbed her buns and jiggled her huge tits as she adjusted herself and laughed. She beamed with a big smile. She looked relieved, like she was glad she had said what she had and no longer felt guilty about it.

“You may not teach or instruct my son, but because he doesn’t know how things are here, if he asks you a question, I want you to be honest with him and answer fully. If he asks you to demonstrate something, then I want you to demonstrate it,” My Dad said to all three of the girls. Heather and Jayne seemed reluctant, but they accepted his instructions with a shrug. Brittany smiled.

“What other questions do you have, Son?” My father said it was time to go, but he could stay a little longer. He told me not to worry and that I would come to understand that discipline is not harmful. “I love Brittany and her daughters very much. I discipline them because they need it when they are faced with temptation. They only need to ask.”

“Are you going to ask me for discipline?” was my first question. I was nervous, and as soon as I said it, I realized how unconfident my voice sounded. No one in their right mind would ask me for discipline.

“The girls probably won’t ask,” Brittany explained sweetly. “However, if you catch them goofing off when they should be cleaning or doing their chores, then spank them for me, please.”

“Mom!” Jayne and Heather both chided their mother for offering to let me discipline them. They didn’t say I couldn’t do it. They just didn’t seem to like the idea of her making the offer.

“You should be thankful that Jeff has a son of age to punish you when he isn’t home. I am getting tired of being the one to do it. The threat of punishment will help lead you from the temptation to sin in the eyes of the lord. He is doing you a kindness to correct your behavior!”

Brittany couldn’t “lecture” me according to her religious beliefs, but nothing was preventing her from doing that to her own children. They folded their arms and made a duck-face with their lips as if they had heard this all before.

“If you catch them trying to do anything naughty, then please make them confess, Oscar. It will help absolve them,” Brittany added.

“What exactly can we get up to? You took our clothes and locked us in these,” Heather indicated the chastity belt.

“Shall I list the many ways?” Brittany folded her arms and offered a sassy duck-lips back to her daughters. “You could invite boys over. You could perform oral sex on them. You could stick a finger in your butthole and play with it,” Brittany was going to continue, but Heather shushed her.

“That was like one time. I was just bored,” Heather implored her mother to stop listing the many things that might tempt her today.

Brittany did precisely that and smiled at her daughter. “The chore list is on the fridge. You both know your assignments. I expect to see the house clean, the barn clean. Feed the pigs, chickens, and hogs. I didn’t get around to it this morning.”

She kissed her daughters and hugged them close. Then she went to her bedroom and selected a modest, unassuming sundress. It was the kind of simple garment she had worn to church many times in the past. She looked terrific in it, and her huge, ample tits stretched the fabric.

“You wear the chastity belt under your dress?” I asked as she was leaving with my father.

“Why yes? Do you think I wouldn’t jump your father if I had half-the-chance? The temptation is great, and we are so close to our sacred matrimony. The belt is as much for my protection as it is his. Bye, y’all,” she waved at us and took my father’s arm when he offered it. He walked her out to his truck, and they drove away together.

I watched him leave for a time, and then I turned to the girls. They seemed inclined to ignore me and go about their business at first. Jayne went outside to feed the animals while Heather remained inside to clean.

“Please don’t tell anyone at school that we wear chastity belts?”

“No one knows?” I was shocked. This was a small town, and rumors fly fast. “What about your boyfriend?” I asked. I assumed a girl as pretty as Heather would have a boyfriend. Her mother mentioned Josh Wheeler. He was a big guy – kind of chubby.

“What kind of guy would date a girl who wears a chastity belt? I can’t do anything except for hand or mouth stuff.”

“Your mom said something about Josh Wheeler,” I suggested he might be her boyfriend.

She laughed derisively. “He tried to finger me and nearly broke his thumb.”

“So, some people do know you wear a chastity belt?”

“Well, people I don’t really care about know. I guess I just don’t want it to get around to the gossip girls at school. I’d never live it down. Can you be cool about it?”

“Yes,” I lied. I wasn’t sure if I could be “cool” about anything. I wasn’t going to out her to anyone at school. I admitted I kept to myself and didn’t really talk to anyone.

“My sister and I have seen you lurking around school,” she admitted. She was cleaning up the house and sweeping. It was strangely sexy to watch a half-naked girl bend over and pick up dust while cleaning as I talked to her.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you say anything to US?” she laughed her reply. Heather could sound a little like her mom when she was being playful.