Chapter 16

I wanted to warn Jess not to open this Pandora’s box and suggest we frolic like puppies in the yard. I really did. Well, maybe not REALLY, but I THOUGHT of warning her. I’d already lost the ability to curl up and sleep outside each day, so what difference did it make to me? If I said nothing, it’d give me something to bitch to her about each day.

It was funny in the short-term but I wondered what I’d do when company came over and they expected me fetch and sniff their butts and crotches like Jessica was doing as a playful puppy. I hadn’t even considered what would happen we have company! Oh god, I started to panic and at the same time get incredibly horny and turned on. I could tell the others could smell my juices and sense my shame.

“Hold on a minute,” Kristina insisted she wanted to know WHY Jessica would want to make playing like puppies in the backyard an actual rule. “I think you should know what Jessica’s planning because it’s SOMETHING. It’s more than just desperation to have a dog, or she would have won a bet with mom and made HER be the only dog. Why do you want to make it a rule, sis?” Kristina asked, turning her attention to Jessica and asking her sister directly.

She was skeptical that she was playing right into Jessica’s hands and maybe that is what Jessica wanted all along. Embracing the role of puppy could have been reverse psychology to convince Kristina she wasn’t humiliating us and take the fun out of it. I didn’t put it past Jessica to be that devious and manipulative.

There was something in my youngest daughter’s question that didn’t sound like the Kristina I’d known her whole life. It was like she was done taking shit from Jessica or something. Jessica would often dismiss Kristina as the cute but clueless sister who needed protection from the world. Now it was like Kristina knew she was the one calling the shots and not just Ken, even though Kendrick was clearly in overall charge now. I knew Kendrick heard it too. Something in the way he glanced at Kristina.

“It doesn’t matter, Krissy. It’s just what I want,” Jessica tried to dismiss her sister’s question.

“It does matter, because you sucked dad’s dick,” she said coldly. She’d clearly caught that comment although she hadn’t immediately exploded but had instead, held her tongue until the time was right to throw the knowledge back at her sister.

The words weren’t spoken in hate either, or as an accusation, but with a confidence that I hadn’t heard from Kristina before. My youngest was not a troublemaker like Jessica could be. She didn’t usually say things to upset people or turn other’s actions into weapons against them. She was a girl who wanted to understand others. And now, she refused to accept Jessica’s dismissal.

“That just makes you a slut even if you hadn’t agreed to spread your legs for any dick dad finds for you. And now you broke a rule and didn’t call me Princess, too,” Kristina said, shaking her head sadly. “I hope dad’s punishments are good because right now you’re not being a very good girl and you already need the Memory Enhancer spatula to remind you to answer questions properly,” Kristina added as if genuinely saddened by Jessica’s behavior.

My youngest was disappointed in her older sister. Not for being a slut, but for not being forthcoming. Kristina knew Jessica was NEVER forthcoming. It was partly how the sex bets had been able to get started. We just never discussed our bets with the family, period. For their part, the family knew better than to ask. Had known better before today, I guess.

Jessica’s answer shocked me. “Fine! I like being free to switch off. To do silly things and not feel responsible for them afterward. It’s just like acting. If the rule is that I HAVE to be a dog, I can enjoy it, and it’s not my fault. Happy now, PRINCESS?” Jessica almost spat the name Princess like using it was the consequence of a lost bet.

I loved the way she did it. It fed right into my secret fantasy of her being completely humiliated. I still felt like Jessica was trying to manipulate her dad, but at least they had a reason for her rule request, now.

“Thank you sis. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Kristina wasn’t actually gloating, but she did sound pleased that Jessica had done what she wanted. I didn’t think Jessica would last long doing this if she had to put up with Kristina acting like that towards her all the time.

Especially the supercilious act of Kristina thanking her older sister Jessica for explaining herself. If I could make another rule, it’d be that my family didn’t thank me for doing what I’d already agreed to do. Except that it had to be so darned humiliating to Jessica that I hoped Kristina would continue to act exactly that way until Jessica couldn’t take another second of it.

Ken looked at our daughter a moment longer then agreed. Just like that, we had contracted to fetch sticks in the backyard for an hour every day. Yay ... not. I wasn’t looking forward to being a dog at all. It seemed silly and not sexy at all.

My daughter’s definition of sexuality was playful and seemed so interconnected with being silly that I couldn’t picture her naked without that goofy look on her face. Jessica often looked like she was hearing a joke that she already knew the punch line too but she was letting you tell it anyway to see if there was a twist at the end.

“Kristina is right, too, Jessica. You agreed to the same rules as your mom and you broke one by not calling Kristina, Princess. You were also rude and dismissive. Is that really how you think this works? You’ve just used up your one free pass ... I want to hear you make a rule that you are always pleasant and polite, especially when you don’t feel like it. Your sister was and she didn’t even need to be. She could have just TOLD you to expound on your request. That’s rule ten. You will both follow any instruction given to you by any of us,” he stated. He didn’t sound like he was opening the floor to discussion on the matter, but I couldn’t leave it at that.

Jessica balked at the idea of having speech protocol. She wanted to do naughty things but not ‘roleplay’ as she put it. Ken reminded her that this was all part of acting the part as well.

“You can’t do that, Sir.” I suggested that any of my children could be having a bad day and tell one of us to put our hand on the hot stove element. There had to be limits to what we could be ordered to do. I wasn’t being purposefully contrary, just looking out for Jessica and myself. He had left things pretty open ended with rule ten. My imagination was running wild with the possibilities that were implied and I probably looked panicked, which is a stark contrast to my nipples perking up and my pussy getting wet while I discussed my new rules and station in the house.

“Would you ever, EVER tell one of the kids to touch a hot stove, Carrie? Under ANY circumstances?” He shot back already knowing the answer and he was correct, too. I used to be able to tell them what to do and they had to do it.

“No of course not! I love my children. I don’t want to hurt them!” I fired back just as quickly. I knew that authority came with responsibility for their safety.

“Then why do you think they’d tell you to touch a hot stove? Do you feel like you sometimes WANT to tell one of them to do that? No. My rule stands. If you refuse to do as you’re told, you’ll be punished. By me. It’ll be up to you to decide if you’d rather take the punishment than do as you’re told. If I think you were being unfairly treated, the guilty party will answer to me too. Is that clear?”

It dawned on me that I’d have to do ANYTHING I was told – and I was starting to wonder why I was smiling and nodding instead of freaking out and telling my husband that this wasn’t right – it had gone too far. A big piece of me wanted to say that.

Kendrick wasn’t asking me to do as I was told. He was telling me ... us ... that we’d be slaves in our own home. Slaves to not only Ken, but Kristina, Christian and Danny too. I wanted to know what sort of things my own children could tell me to do. I was so aroused that everything I imagined was sexual. I had visions of Christian telling me to sit on a broomstick or play with myself in front of a group of his friends.

What I didn’t expect is for Danny to later, kind of use my own words against me. No hot elements, but when he got pissed off with how practice went, he’d cheer himself up by emptying the contents of his own dresser onto the floor and lay on the bed while Jessica or I folded and put everything away again. He’d stare at our bouncing boobs, and he especially liked seeing them hang when we bent at the waist. But that’s later. I’m getting ahead of myself again.

“Are there REALLY going to be no limits at all, Sir? I asked timidly. I at least wanted to hear the words that nothing too extreme would be ordered.

“The limit lies with the guys’ imaginations, Carrie. We don’t have piles of bricks in the backyard, so you don’t have to worry about them telling you to move them from one side of the yard to the other and then back again,” he quipped.

That was a very specific scenario he mentioned. I wondered if he had fantasized about my daughter and I doing hard labor in the nude?

“But what if one of them gets it into their head to tie us up?” I just couldn’t let it go that easily.

“You mean like little kids do when they’re playing cowboys and Indians?” he asked. I was pretty sure kids no longer played that game, but I got the idea. He was saying that if it was okay for little children to do it, why couldn’t MY children do it too? But with their mom and sister instead of each other.

“Well, what about if we’re told to lay on the kitchen floor so they can dump ketchup and mustard all over us?” I asked, a little exasperated. I couldn’t help the corners of my mouth turning up at what I’d just said. It sounded ridiculous once the words were out there. Ken just looked at me. His smile grew until he chuckled out loud. “Scary!” he finally said.

“I’m trying to be serious, Sir!” I chuckled myself. I knew it sounded absurd. I might have expected something like that as a consequence to a lost bet from Jessica. I had intended to use that one for one of our upcoming bets.

“And I asked you a question. Do you understand rule ten?” He asked again and snapped me out of imagining covering Jessica in Ketchup and Mustard. I might have rubbed mayonnaise all around her mouth to make it look like Jizz.

“Yes Sir. I hear, and I will obey,” I said in a robotic voice. Ken took it the wrong way. Well maybe not. He wasn’t happy though.

“If I wanted a moron who blindly follows orders like a robot, I would have married one. I EXPECT a devoted wife. There’s a difference,” he stated coldly, his smile gone in an instant. I bit my lip.

“Sorry, Sir. I’ll try,” I replied.

“No, you’ll both DO. We’re not a family of losers, Carrie. Losers TRY. Winners DO, isn’t that right, Danny?” Ken knew Danny would agree. They’d both heard Danny’s coach say that all the time at practice.

“Yes, Sir, you’re right. Someone has to set the example for Jess,” I said with a smile. Something about the way Kendrick had gone from laughing to serious was arousing to me. It was scary because he looked like he would have no problem bending me to his will, but at the same time, it was Kendrick, and I knew he loved me. He just wasn’t going to allow me to forget he was running things and that was arousing. The moment was ended by Julie.

“Can we talk about punishments now?” She asked. It once again felt like Kristina’s friend had invited herself to be a member of our family, but at least her question changed the subject.

“Sure, why not?” Ken agreed lightly, the darkness leaving his disposition. “Punishment is the loss of something wanted or the gain of something unwanted. It promotes behavioral change by either withholding or supplying. When your mom grounds you, she’s taking something away, and that’s the go-to answer for most parents. It’s quick and easy to do and takes no effort. You’ll notice that the rules they asked for, take things away from them, so the punishments should give them something to think about.”

“What do you mean by that, dad,” Chris asked, beating the others to the same question.

“Think about it. A couple of the rules your mom came up with have shown she’s voluntarily given up her privacy. That couldn’t have been easy, son. I mean would any of you want to give up yours? So as a punishment for not doing something that was supposedly given up, she should receive something in exchange. In the old days, a punishment that was very effective was to stand in the corner, so that’s what we’re going to do. Anyone here can punish your mom and sister by having them stand with their nose touching the corner,” he decided.

“And their nipples, too!” Danny laughed.

“And hold their butt cheeks,” Chris added.

Ken seemed positively glowing that his children were stepping up and making suggestions. The only thing he felt the need to add was that if Jessica and I were going to touch our nipples to the wall too, we’d have to be standing with our backs straight and our chests pushed out.

So if we find either of them, say, sitting on the couch, we can make them stand in the corner?” Kristina asked.

“I would say that’s definitely one punishment option,” Ken assured them. “But with ten rules and only one punishment option, they’d quickly get accustomed to doing it, and it might lose its effectiveness. So I’d like for you guys to think up another punishment each. It can be a fun one or an ikky one, but it’s a punishment, so it should be something that reminds these two of their screwups,” Ken reminded everyone.

“Do you want something that they have to do to make up for a screw up or something we do to them?” Julie asked as if he’d been suggesting she help out too with punishment ideas. Having Kristina’s girlfriend ask that was more humiliating than having my own child ask the same question.

“Just throw out an idea, and we’ll see, okay?” Kendrick assured the teen. He was giving her approval to help too!

“So I could like, um ... make either of them kiss my butthole if I wanted?” Christian asked hesitantly.

“Hey, that’s a good one!” Ken laughed. Hell, they could be made to kiss each others’ buttholes if you want.

“What about pulling on nipples? Would that be okay?” Danny asked.

“That’d be fine too, son” Kendrick sounded like he was proud of his son’s suggestion.

I watched Julie whisper something to Kristina and Kristina shook her head. Then Julie whispered something else, and Krissy tilted her head as if thinking about it.

“I have an idea too, but I have a question first. Why make us do all the work here? Shouldn’t mom and Jessica make their own suggestions? I mean it’s FOR them, after all.”

“Good point, Kristina,” Ken agreed that we should come up with some punishments for each other, ourselves. “So what was your suggestion, Kristina?” Ken wondered aloud. Kristina seemed mollified by her father’s agreement.

“What about spitting?” Kristina asked.

“What about spitting, Kris? Like spitting on them or in their face? Maybe spitting in an open mouth?” He asked for clarification, to which Kristina replied that they were ALL gross options and that’s why she’d asked. Ken assured her he thought they were all great suggestions, including the ones his sons had provided too.

“You could make them kiss each other as a punishment too, couldn’t you, Mr. Mason?” Julie then continued on to say that if we liked cock so much, kissing another girl would be like a punishment. It felt like no one even considered the fact that Jessica was my daughter. I couldn’t smooch my own daughter in the way they were suggesting!

I was visibly shocked when she suggested kissing my daughter. That seemed too far on every level. I didn’t like girls and I didn’t think it would be appropriate to kiss her suggestively. I could and would kiss her all the time but that was a harmless peck. It was obvious Julie meant we had to do open mouth French kissing.

I was too afraid to look at Jessica’s reaction but I think she was either fuming at the suggestion or grinning because she wanted to see just how far this new scenario might go. I think she liked to push buttons and blow people’s minds. I wondered if this was a line that she wouldn’t cross and would back down before I did.

I couldn’t bring myself to protest or comment. I was afraid to confront Kendrick and tell him I wouldn’t do what I was told. I probably would have kissed Jessica to win a bet with Jane – so I told myself it’d be okay if I had to do it as a punishment as well.

“I guess it could be considered to be a punishment at first, but I kiss Carrie all the time. It never felt like a punishment to me!” he exclaimed, laughing. “Still, I can see the benefit of making them be intimate with each other. We should add it to the list too. Thanks Julie.”

Jessica finally spoke up as we continued to kneel together in the doorway. “Um, dad, Sir? Is this really all necessary? All I wanted to do was have a little fun. You know, suck and fuck a little. I can live with rules but do you really have to bring the family in on making up punishments for if I screw up? Why don’t you just smack my butt or whatever?” She asked. It kind of sounded to me like she thought that idea was a little appealing.

“That’s a good idea too, Jessica. As I told Kristina, you and Carrie each have to come up with a couple of ideas for approval, so there’s one,” Ken said. “To answer your bigger question, I told you we are going to do a family project. That means the whole family, not just me, you, or your mom. By getting buy-in from everyone in the family, your fun and games won’t upset your brothers or sister. You have pretty much asked to be a whore. Don’t you think your brothers and sister have a right to have a say in how you act as a whore?”

“Daaaad! A whore is someone who charges money for sex! It’s one thing to be a slut. I wasn’t planning on selling a blowjob!”

“A whore is someone who receives something in exchange for sex, Jess. If you’re spreading your legs to win a bet, you’re attempting to get compensated for fucking. Getting money, winning a bet, paying off a debt, it’s all the same. There’s no need to be upset if I call you a whore. It’s simply what you’re asking to be,” Kendrick assured her.

“So mom’s a whore too? Does it bother you to think of your wife being a whore?” Jessica fired back. She didn’t sound like she was happy her dad had so easily justified calling her that. Ken just shrugged.

“I love you both no matter what labels anyone gives you. Should I be angry you’re a whore? I can be if you want me to be. I can treat you both like dogshit on my shoe, and that’ll probably happen a lot. It’s just the price you have to pay for being a filthy slut, eager for cock.”

“But you’re my dad! You’re supposed to love me all the time!” Jessica was startled that her father had said he’d treat her like shit.

“You’ll be a contemptible whore and I’ll still love you anyway. You should be happy that you have brothers and a sister who aren’t complaining too much because of what YOU want. It means they have to put effort in for you and your mom, Jessica. You should both thank them,” he suggested.

I looked at Jess, and she looked at me. I certainly had not expected to be asked to thank my children for the opportunity to be a whore and I knew Jessica wasn’t happy with the idea either. Yet Ken was right. Again. My children could just have easily refused to deal with my nasty requests. At least Jessica seemed comfortable being called a slut. I was still dealing with that.

It was with a red face and a small voice that I thanked my children for agreeing to come up with punishments and rewards while I whored around, trying to win bets. There’s no way to describe the feeling of thanking your children while calling yourself a whore, but my only response was a bunch of giggling from them. Then Jessica added to my misery when she answered Kristina’s next question.

“You don’t HAVE to do this just because mom is, Jess,” came the surprise comment from Kristina. “Just put your clothes back on, and we’ll pretend this never happened, okay? I’ll even find you a date if you’re that hard up for one?” She suggested. I know my youngest wasn’t trying to be mean, even if the words sounded like it. She just wanted to help her sister.

“I know I don’t HAVE to. I WANT to,” Jessica assured her sister. “Anything mom can do, I can do better,” she repeated to her sister. “I could have a dozen guys if I just snapped my fingers,” she assured Kristina. “I don’t WANT a boyfriend, though. I just want one big part of them. Their dick,” she smirked.

“And that’s why the ‘point-and-snap’ option appealed to her,” Ken said in Jessica’s defense. “I point and snap my fingers, and the slut convinces whatever guy I’ve pointed to, to let her suck his dick or fuck him,” he laughed. “But more than that, they’re both going to do whatever it takes to win their next bet, and that’s where the family project comes in,” he assured everyone.

I really had no idea at this point what he meant by that. I just had this suspicion it wouldn’t be good for me.

“If you can do anything mom does, then you should have no problems with agreeing to discipline from any of us who are willing to help, Jessica,” Ken suggested.

“It’s not the discipline, dad. It’s WHO is giving it! I agreed to let YOU, not THEM!” she groused.

“Buck-buck-buck-buck!” Chris said, making chicken sounds. “You’re just scared and wanting to back out!” He accused his older sister.

“Cluck out, more like,” Danny agreed with his brother.

“I am so NOT! Fine. Make your stupid little list of punishments, but if you go overboard, I’ll_” Kendrick cut her off.

“You will do nothing, Jessica. I’m the boss here, not you. If I think the punishment is excessive or unnecessary, I’ll be having serious words with whoever I need to, and they could in turn get punished themselves if they go overboard. So everyone, be warned. No punishments will be dangerous or cause permanent marks on MY sluts,” he said, really laying down the law.

I felt a jolt go through me even as Jessica was reluctantly agreeing to her father’s words. My husband had never taken such firm ‘ownership’ of me before and the feeling it generated turned me to jell-O Punishments didn’t matter. I didn’t think rewards even mattered at that moment either until a few minutes later when Ken outlined his ‘family project’. I nearly wet myself!

“Carrie and Jessica have been making sex bets with the neighbors behind our backs,” he enlightened the rest of the family and Julie about the sorts of bets we’d been indulging in.

My husband casually told my children that I’d sucked the cock of a stranger at the mall. What could I say to that? That I hadn’t actually sucked a stranger’s dick but that I’d only held it in my hand and watched it get hard so Jane could suck him? At that point, I knew it was small details, and no amount of arguing pedantic details would change what my children thought of me.