Chapter 13

The car ride home was as awkward and quiet as the walk to the car. My mom stopped me from explaining and said that she never thought she’d ever have to deal with an issue like this. “It’s best for you if you just remain silent, right now and let us process. We’ll talk about it when we get home.”

We didn’t though. My parents didn’t talk to me. They sent me into my room with some paper and told me to write everything down. My mom did take my phone and she probably read all of my text messages. She spoke to my siblings, and I think she asked them individually to write what happened as well.

I went as far back as the Wal-Mart. I felt that I had to come clean and that I should start with how I met Pod. It was somewhat cathartic to admit my thoughts about manipulating Mom at the community pool back in Raleigh. I wrote the outline of the story you are reading now.

I knew better than to blow smoke with my mom and paint a picture of a naïve, innocent girl who was confused and manipulated herself. I’d get caught somewhere in my lie.

That brings us to the point you began the story at. Once my parents had read everyone’s stories and talked to the others, they told me to come into the living room. It must have been after 1 a.m. by the time they called for me.

I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway, and on vacation, we never have an official bedtime. Everyone just goes to bed when they are tired.

Lindsay was sitting on the bench and looking pretty upset herself. Mom and Dad had very serious expressions on their face. My brothers looked exhausted, but they were still up. They had changed into underwear and a shirt.

Ruth Ann looked somewhat forlorn as well. It wasn’t like her not to be giddy and oblivious to what was going on around her.

“I would ask you what you have to say for yourself,” Dad held up a stack of notebook paper that I had neatly penned my confession in cursive. “You pretty much said it all here,” he said. I had gone back to the beginning. I left nothing out, even the silly things that may not have had anything to do with the reason I was in trouble.

“Do you have anything to say before we tell you what your punishment is going to be?” my mom asked somberly.

I wanted to make a smart-ass comment like guessing my punishment was three more weeks in Myrtle Beach. I thought better of it. “No Ma’am, I’ll accept whatever you decide.”

“That is a given. The challenge for us is that we had no idea this was all happening under our noses, and we get the impression that you would probably do it again if we stopped at a simple spanking. I would like you to stand up, Katie,” Mom paused to allow me to stand up. I stood straight as if I were waiting for a judge to hand down a life sentence. “I need you to understand that the punishment for showing off your naked body is just one of the things you are being punished for. If that is all you did, I think that remaining naked for the rest of the vacation would probably be sufficient. We only have three days left, and you will strip at the door, and stay that way until the day we pack the car and leave.”

That wasn’t that bad. My parents told me to strip. “Your brothers and your father have obviously seen you naked, and your brothers have seen a lot more than just your boobs and butt.”

I stepped out of my shorts and shirt and then slid my panties off. I considered myself lucky my parents weren’t screaming and anticipated more punishment to come because they were surely not done with me.

“I am glad you didn’t have Jimin on underneath,” my mom mispronounced his name. She had obviously read it that way. “Go get him ... or it, and bring it here,” mom said. She was more than a little irritated and uncomfortable.

“Yes Ma’am,” I replied somberly. I knew I was in for it now.

“Oh good, that is another rule. It’s Ma’am and Sir for US from now on. You won’t be calling Lindsay Ma’am again though. That will reinforce that you actually respect us even if you don’t. If you, did you wouldn’t have pulled all of these shenanigans,” I heard my mom say as I fished around in my sister’s make-up box for Jimin and returned.

“Now, I want all of you to listen to these rules. It is not going to be tattling if you tell on your sisters. In fact, I may make you join them if I find out you didn’t,” she said. Lindsay and Ruth Ann both looked concerned.

“Lindsay, on your feet. You knew this was coming,” she said. “You are my oldest and I let you get away with so much. Drop the shorts and the top. You will also undress at the door.”

Lindsay didn’t balk or argue. She looked nervously around the room. My mom said that the boys had already seen enough nudity today and they would be fine. Lindsay’s body was not like mine though. It was the mature body of a healthy woman with shapely curves, a bald pussy, large breasts that didn’t sag and had a natural hang to them. She stood with her hands in front of her pussy.

“You will both remain in the living room. The ONLY time you are to go into the bedroom is with my permission and the door is to remain OPEN. No privacy. Your hands are to be behind your head unless you are doing chores. Go ahead and stand that way now, you might as well get some practice.”

Mom put us in a position in the center of the room with our butts touching facing away from each other. Our legs were slightly bowed out and our knees were bent. It was not a comfortable position.

“Mom, the cabin has no curtains! Anyone walking up could see my boobs!”

“If I ask for your opinion on our decision then you can give it to me. You had no problem showing off your sister’s Itty Bitty Titties today, did you?” Mom emphasized Itty-Bitty-Titty in a sarcastic way to imitate my sister’s insult toward me and Ruthie. “If someone walks up to our cabin, they will see your tits because we will invite them in. Do you have a problem with that? Because if so, I can think of worse punishments.”

“No Ma’am,” Lindsay bit her lip and looked straight ahead. She was lucky she was not facing Lucas and Georgie. They were both grinning at my sister’s realization she would be naked just like me.

“You dished it out, you can’t take it,” mom said.

“I can take it, Ma’am. I just didn’t think you would want to do to me what I did to Katie today,” my sister said.

“Oh, we aren’t going to do the same things you did. We are going to TEACH you a lesson about doing those things. You’ll be lucky if the man you stole from today doesn’t call the police after you return what you stole.”

Lindsay huffed slightly under her breath. My mom asked her if she had something to say and my sister politely said she didn’t and thought that it was a good idea to return what she took.

“Yes, you’ll set a really good example for the others that crime does not pay. Now don’t worry, the rules for you and Katie are not going to be exactly the same either. You are two very different people who did different things to deserve punishment. The rules will be similar but not exactly the same. That is why our father, and I wrote them down,” Mom showed us a notebook with cursive handwriting and a lot of numbered rules with our names on them.

“As an example, when you do leave, you will get to cover your gazongas. You like it when girls have to refer to their natural bodies in the most vulgar and degrading ways, don’t you Lindsay?”

“Yes Ma’am,” my sister gritted her teeth.

“So, you’ll both continue doing that. You get soap in your mouth if you do not! Isn’t that a treat? You can call your ass a shitter, and your breasts are knockers or jugs. The only time I will wash your mouth out with soap is when you say that about anyone else’s body parts except each other. I think that should be a good lesson in manners. Don’t you, Katie?” my mom asked me.

“Yes Ma’am,” I agreed. I wasn’t enthusiastic about these rules, but I understood and didn’t refuse.

“Good, now about your names. You see Katie and Lindsay are special to me. They are my daughters and I love them very much. However, you haven’t been acting like Katie and Lindsay. If I call you those names, then I want you to feel special. I gave them to you when I gave birth to you. I want you to re-earn those names. You’ll answer to what anyone calls you, but Katie you will be Freckles, and Lindsay you will be Buffalo Butt. If anyone asks you your name, that is what you are going to say. Obviously, Buffalo Butt can be offensive to some people, so when you are out of the house, we might call you Big Bird, BB, Buffy, or even Boo-Bee for short, but you will still introduce yourself as Buffalo Butt to anyone else. You can tell people those are your nicknames.”

“What is your name now?” Mom asked Lindsay.

“Buffalo Butt, Ma’am,” Lindsay looked pathetic as she accepted the name. I think Mom was intentionally trying to play on Lindsay’s self-consciousness about her appearance. I do not know why Lindsay would ever doubt she was pretty though.

My older sister had a BUBBLE Butt – nicely rounded. It was hardly huge and fat. However, she was incredibly self-conscious. The real reason for the choice of the nickname was Lindsay was also embarrassed by our last name. Buffalo Butts or even Bubble Butts would have been a play on our last name.

“Good, get used to it. When you learn to behave then you can have the name Lindsay back. I gave it to you at birth and I can take it away. You want to act like a Buffalo Butt, then that’s what we’ll call you.”

At first, I hoped my mom was kidding about taking away our first names temporarily, but the look on her face told me that she wasn’t.

“Yes, Ma’am,” my sister looked defeated and accepted the decision. It was only for three days but I felt empathy for her. I never liked the name Katie very much but calling me Freckles made me miss hearing my real name!

“Given your recent choice of attire when you leave the house, I do not think you are capable of dressing yourselves. Your father and I will decide what you can wear. I believe you got away with wearing panties so around the beach and the campground it will just be a pair of panties for you Freckles.”

I didn’t expect that but since I had done it before, I would do it again if I had to. We just had three days left and I would just stay in the cabin most of the time.

Mom had a different plan for Lindsay. Boo-Bee, you can finally have that string bikini you wanted,” Mom showed my sister a shredded strip of cloth from her yellow-polka-dot bikini that included the strap that tied in the back. “This is the top, no wait ... this is the bottom?” she fumbled with it and pretended she couldn’t tell the difference because the bottoms were less than an inch thick as well.

My sister almost laughed at how absurdly small it was.

“It broke my heart to destroy a bikini that I just bought for you, but I think it may serve to teach you a lesson.”

Mom had a pair of scissors and began to chop up our shorts into what she called “Daisy Dukes”. “You may not believe this, but back in the 1990s I used to think I was hot-shit, and they sold these in stores. You are going to bring the style back,” Mom began to cut the jean shorts so that they rode up our asses. She chopped our remaining shirts into half-tops.

“What about me?” Ruthie asked if she was going to be punished.

“We are still thinking about you Ruthie, but right now you are off the hook. You were kind of caught up in the middle of this,” Dad explained. Ruthie genuinely seemed to be a little disappointed or perhaps just shocked. It was like my parents to play favorites for her though. Dad took over with more rules while my mom cut up our only clothes.

“I think it should go without saying,” Dad said that he would say it anyway. “Since you are sucking up our last days of vacation by making us deal with what you did, then you will give back. Katie,” Dad stopped himself and corrected “Freckles, you were already doing all the chores, but you made your brothers and sisters help.”