Chapter 12

I made myself scarce and listened to my mother talk to Mr. Miller. Mom took over the conversation and I was completely ignored anyway. It was as if all of my power and authority had vanished with his respect for me as the one in charge. Mr. Miller had seemed extremely interested in getting to know me when I was the one in charge. As soon as my mother started conversing with him, he had no interest in me.

I kept wondering to myself if I would have the courage to join my sisters if I pushed my mom too far. I hadn’t and there was no reason for me to make myself nervous. I began to wonder where or if I would draw the line.

What if Georgie could demand a hand job from me? What if I had to wear it on my face? I didn’t think he would have demanded one given all the other choices he had to choose from, but the scenarios kept bouncing around in my head. I wondered if I should be a little more conservative and only push the girls so far.

Would it have been fair to allow Freckles and Buffy to gang up on me “Two versus one” and when they overpower me, shove a spoon up my ass?

At the same time, I overheard my mother explain how the logic behind punishing the girls and why they benefited from firm discipline. “It is my belief, that humility, obedience, patience, and hard work are the cornerstones of a well-behaved child.”

When she mentioned that extended to Georgie and me I began to get nervous. “I allow Lucas to be in charge of his sisters because he has the most common sense and is the oldest who isn’t under punishment. I hope you don’t think it is irresponsible of me to allow him to have a little fun at his sister’s expense?”

“No, not at all. I don’t think my son Josiah could handle that responsibility,” Mr. Miller said. I was the same age as Josiah.

“Your sons would be babysitting Buffalo Butt if we allowed them to spank her, wouldn’t we?” mom snickered.

“That might keep them occupied,” Mr. Miller laughed playfully.

She also mentioned that she would not allow her daughter to leave with very many clothes. “I am not saying that she might be tempted to sneak out of your house or invite boys over. I think she knows the consequences of that very well. We haven’t made any exceptions though. The best I can promise is a tank top and short-shorts. Do you think your sons, or your wife will have a problem with that?”

“I think my sons will think I am the best dad ever, but my wife might,” he warned. They continued conversing until my father got home.

Dad was aloof but cordial when he met Mr. Miller. He was reluctant to relax any rules and made it very clear that he felt it was unfair to his other daughters if Buffy take a night off from punishment. He said it would be unfair to Buffy as well. “We’ve just managed to begin to check her attitude. What you would basically be asking her to do is go back to Lindsay mode for a night and we have to start all over. I’d have to extend her punishment by at least two weeks.”

Dad was reluctant about letting her stay out late, but ultimately agreed as long as Mr. Miller agreed to his other rules. He briefly went over those about her cleaning his house, not accepting any money, standing the entire time, and no sex other than hand jobs.

“Are you saying I can ask your daughter for a hand job, Sir?” Mr. Miller asked respectfully.

Dad regarded Mr. Miller’s question as a bit of an insult. Charles tried to back away from asking but Dad answered him before he could backpedal. “No, I am not saying you can ASK Buffalo Butt for a hand job. What I am saying is that you may TELL her you want a hand job. If you do, I expect you to cum on her face and send her home like that. I will not let her babysit again if she comes home with cum in her mouth, ass, or cunt. She is not to play with herself at ANY time at your house. However, I have no way of preventing her from engaging in those activities and she has been locked up tight here. My main concern is she might even seduce your sons.”

Even Mom looked really shocked when Dad mentioned all of that.

think all of us especially Buffy was surprised. Dad said “Look, obviously my 19-year-old daughter is no stranger to sex. I can already tell that you would like a piece of her. I am not a fool. If you are horny and you want her to pull you off then tell her what you want her to do.”

“Dad, I wouldn’t do that!” Buffy said.

“How old were Bart and Gerald our neighbors? You offered them head if they helped you spank your sister and rub lotion on her to distract some guy so you could rob him?”

It sounded way worse than it was when Dad described it that way. I was at the community pool that day, but my sister had stolen that guy’s cell phone, watch, and wallet.

“Dad, I could go with Buffalo Butt,” I offered. “I could make sure she doesn’t rub one out in the bathroom alone or do anything naughty in front of Mr. Miller’s sons,” I offered.

“You’d do that, Son?” Dad seemed pleased that I would offer my time. I was flattered he would even consider it. “You would babysit the babysitter, huh? That isn’t a bad idea, but tonight your mom and I have some stores to go to and I need you here to watch the other two members of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee.”

I felt important again.

It was settled that Buffy would wear satin short-shorts and a tank top with no bra. Her nipples poked through the shirt, but it really was the most conservative outfit that Mom and Dad had let her wear in quite some time. Dad insisted she carry her shoes to and from the Miller house almost as compensation to make up for the privilege of wearing more clothes than she was normally permitted to wear.

Mom went with her and Mr. Miller to talk to his wife and smooth things over. Dad kissed my mother passionately before she left. They used to smooch before parting but recently they had far more open about their affection around us. They didn’t do anything inappropriate or sexual, but they simply behaved more romantically. He told her to hurry back.

Dad asked about the day while Freckles and Bubble scurried around in the kitchen trying to make dinner. I didn’t think about it, but they clearly didn’t have a plan at all. Mom or Buffy usually plans the meal.

I told him how most of it went.

“So, you stuck a spoon up your sister’s assholes?” Dad narrowed his eyes at me.

“Yes Sir,” I admitted.

“I didn’t show you how to do that. Did your mother?”

“She stuck one up Freckle’s turd factory and told me to give her a twenty-minute break every two hours! I did too!”

“She didn’t watch you practice? Show you how to lube it up, or how far it can go?” Dad seemed concerned. I was worried I was going to be in trouble, but I told the truth. Dad reached over to my head and tussled my hair. “I’ll show you how to do it during dinner so that you don’t tear them a NEW asshole or damage your sisters. You got lucky today and I am sure you were careful. I’ll have a talk with your mom about that. You have shown so much maturity lately that it’s easy to think that you know these things,” Dad said. He told Georgie the same thing.

“How did it feel to be a dog today, Freckles?” Dad asked my sister from the couch while she prepared dinner.

“Do you really have to ask, sir?” my sister blushed.

“Yeah, I was curious if you would prefer it to doing chores, getting spanked and all the other things you have to do?”

“No sir,” my sister answered. I heard the pans sizzling in the kitchen and it smelled quite good.

“That’s good,” Dad said. He leaned into me and whispered that he wasn’t going to tell me who to pick. He wanted to know who I was leaning toward for tomorrow to be the next Geiles Luder.

“I don’t know, I think Freckles assumes I do not like her. If I pick her again, she may think I am picking on her,” I admitted.

“So? It’s not a popularity contest. I am sorry son. That’s one of the downsides of being the boss. You may have to piss some people off and you can’t make everybody happy. If you try, then you will piss off even more people. Is that who you want to pick?”

“What if all three members of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee are well behaved, Dad?” I asked.

“I hope they are, but one wasn’t as well behaved or didn’t contribute as much as the others. That’s the one you pick. You can play favorites as well. I do,” Dad said. His voice was low enough that only he and I were having this conversation.

“Who is your favorite?” I asked.

“You probably think it is Bubbles and she is Daddy’s little girl. I love all of my daughters, but I guess if I had to pick a favorite it probably is Buffy. She’s a loud-mouthed, braggart, who rarely has an unverbalized thought, and she doesn’t care who she pisses off sometimes. She reminds me of me at that age. I was about her age when I thought I was hot shit. I joined the Navy and some tough NCOs that swallowed fire and shit thunder put me through hell. I guess, all that tough love from them made me kind of the bastard I am today, and I am grateful because if I wasn’t then we probably wouldn’t have this roof over our head.”

I was curious about his past. He never shared that much with me before. I knew he was in the Navy. He liked to say that the Navy was just like the Army – only for smart people.

He said he would give me an ancient history lesson in time, but he wanted to get back to the here and now.

“I thought you could use an extra tool in your arsenal, Son. If they don’t snap to do something, you tell them I want you to warn them that they’ll be your dog tomorrow. I am not sure what we’ll do on weekends yet.”

“How many weekends do they have left?” I asked.

Dad chuckled and told me that I sounded like Freckles. “I haven’t decided but I am not planning to consume the entire summer. You’ve been in charge while we are gone for two whole days. The weekend is days away. The discipline will end when it needs to end, and if we need to revise it then we will. I appreciate you offering to help. In some ways, I think this is teaching you a few things about how lady parts work, but also how lady brains work.”

I nodded. He smiled at me and whispered, “Very confusing, huh?”

I told him that girls always confused and confounded me. I just could not understand their motivations. Just when I think I have one figured out, she changes her mind!

He gave me the acronym C.U.N.T and told me it stood for “Can’t understand normal thinking” to imply that anyone with a cunt was illogical.

“What about my mom, Sir?”

“Don’t think about your mom as a Cunt,” Dad chuckled. “I would imagine she’d probably line you up with the girls if you called her that,” he warned. I wasn’t sure if he was joking but I took his words to heart. “Your mom can be a little hard to figure out, but after almost two decades of marriage I am starting to understand what makes her tick.”

Dad changed the subject and asked me if I had any other questions. I could have asked if it was alright to wrestle the girls or jizz on their face. I didn’t. I could have asked if I was supposed to walk the Geiles Luder. “How did you guys come up with that German name so fast? Did you research it on the Internet?”

“You aren’t ready for that ancient history lesson, son. I told you that I learned a few things in the navy. Your mom did too.”