Chapter 13

“Will you at least wipe us with a napkin, Sir? I’ve got chicken grease all over my cunt,” Buffy asked sourly.

Dad didn’t tell me I had to, and I didn’t ask him. “No, your pussies and assholes should be greasy,” I grinned and scrunched my nose. I could imagine the uncomfortable feeling of their moist, puffy buttholes and felt my father would approve of my decision.

“Dad, this punishment is getting way out of hand,” Freckles complained. “This is beyond humiliating and degrading! What lesson are we learning? To be human dinner bowls?”

Dad stopped the car and pulled over. It was dark out. He turned around and asked them “You shoved much bigger things in your pussy when you taught Bubbles how to use your sister’s dildo. A little chicken nugget is irritating, but we’ve already seen you do worse things. Now, it’s simple. You will be humiliated, and you will be embarrassed. The things that shocked you in Myrtle Beach are no longer going to shock you.”

Dad insisted the girls pull their legs open even wider while he talked to them. “I don’t want to see those cunt lips touching. Open them up when I talk to you like you are holding your big mouths open! Now, you’ve got questions because you think this is all random and we’ve gone off the deep end, right?”

The committee was afraid to agree with my father, but he knew that’s what was happening. “You are thinking of standing up to me? Perhaps a little mutiny? I love you girls, and I want what is best for you, and so does your mother. You think this is all about sex and seeing your dirty little pussies? You did a lot of naughty things, and that is part of what is being addressed but it isn’t the only thing. Chores, respect, accountability, leadership – and that means the ability to TAKE orders before you give them.”

Dad explained that it wasn’t just their sexuality that was being used to teach them a lesson. It was food, how they dressed, comforts like sleeping in a bed, and privacy in general, and that it was intertwined in his discipline plan.

“You’ve been training. You know how an athlete starts with 10 pounds of weight and after a little while he works up to 20 and then 30 and then one day, he can do 50?” Dad pumped his arms like he was lifting a weight.

He continued “You know how you had to learn to crawl before you could walk before you could run? You know how you learn basic math before you learn algebra? Well, that’s what is happening. There is going to be a lot of repetition of things you already learned and understand to make sure you damn well understand them and then there are new things – because I think you are ready for them.”

Dad looked at me. “Do you think I just turned Lucas on you without preparing him? Do you think I would have let him stay home with you if I didn’t equip him the best way I know how? Why do you think we didn’t tell him to pick a horny bitch on day one? He did okay for his first day. He did better on his second. So did you, cunts. Even though you sometimes piss me off – you are doing better than I could hope.”

The girls smiled a bit even though my father was dressing them down and speaking sternly. They could sense the pride and conviction in his voice.

“I’ll call you a liar if you went to Myrtle Beach and didn’t think about boys, especially you Bubbles. You think you have us snowed when you pretend to be Pollyanna Princess. We know you played with your sister’s dildo, we know all three of you played with yourselves with dildos. We know you get horny and we are using that as part of your training.”

Buffy used an intentional pause that my father left in his speech to point out that the chicken nuggets in her pussy did NOT make her horny.

“You stupid little cocksucker,” Dad snarled and added “Yes, I said you are a cock sucker. You suck cocks – you’ve sucked many and don’t deny it. Now, shut your mouth, stop your funny little comments and listen when I am talking to you. I am INVESTING time in you that I could be using for something else. Let me see if I can explain it in a way you can understand. Let me try to explain it to you simply. If you are full and satisfied, and we tell you to get on the floor and eat cold left overs you won’t do it. When you are hungry, you will do what we need you to do, and you’ll eventually be grateful when you can join us back at the table and eat what you want. Okay?”

He waited for the girls to acknowledge him. Buffy even adjusted her body so that she could sit with her legs apart a little wider and listen.

“We want to tease you and make you horny. Okay? I don’t enjoy saying that, but part of your training is to put you in a state of yearning and desire. We took away your control of when you can pleasure yourself, how you do it, and with who. Just like we took away your decision on when you can eat, what you can eat, and even how,” Dad pointed to their pussies to indicate there had been nuggets dangling out. “Teasing you is not about PLEASING you, so I need you to stop assuming that my goal is to satisfy some craving you have. It’s quite the opposite. You are going to be horny for the duration of your punishment a lot – even if you don’t want to be and especially when you don’t want to be.”

Dad paused again before continuing. It was almost like bait for Buffy to see if she would interrupt with a snide little joke.

“I know you have played with yourselves with fingers, toys, even cocks and you’ve put things in your cunts AND mouths AND asses far bigger that a god-damned chicken nugget. Yes, it’s fucking uncomfortable to watch my daughters squirm and spread like you are- so we are LIMITING your sexuality and re-focusing it. It’s going to be embarrassing, it might hurt sometimes, it might even feel good in weird ways sometimes. Any questions?”

Surprisingly, there were none.

I think the girls were a little intimidated by my father’s intensity. He was a man of very few words, and what he had said had been stream of consciousness and it was a lot to take in. Dad explained that we had one more stop before we went home and that we were NOT going in.

“Your Mom and I were going to go here by ourselves. Your mom and I have our own private sex lives. I am going to tell you this ONE time,” he put his finger up. “I am allowed to know your sex life, you are not invited into mine. My role is to keep you safe; your role is to keep your nose out of my business. While you live under my roof, that is how it is going to be.”

Dad didn’t talk for the rest of the drive on an old lonely highway out to the boondocks in a place called Wendell. We arrived at a huge truck stop out in the middle of nowhere. There were lots of trucks, a diner, and a shop. It was called “Café Risqué” and apparently, they had an all-nude pancake breakfast from 4 am to 11 am according to the sign.

I imagined naked ladies serving pancakes on platters with their curly pubic hair falling on the plates like an IHOP. It looked like a real dump of a bar or maybe a store. I couldn’t tell. It was dark out. They even had a piercing and tattoo place inside according to the sign.

“You WILL stay here until I come back. You will NOT come in. Lucas is in charge,” Dad announced. “You MAY play with yourselves,” he said to my sisters.

He waited and they did not move.

“Let me be clearer, in case I was not understood earlier. You are NOT going to pleasure yourselves when and how you see fit very often while you are being punished. This is not supposed to be fun,” Dad said as he looked right at Bubbles and made the case that his goal was to ensure that she didn’t find it fun.

“So when you get a chance to play with yourself, I would advise that you take it. It doesn’t matter who is watching, because most of the time if you get to do something – it will be to frustrate and tease you! I am not going to ORDER you to play with yourselves – but I am going to ALLOW you to do it while I am gone.”

The girls didn’t remove their hands.

Buffy was the first to move her hand down enough to touch her clit a little. She explored her own body a little as if testing Dad’s reaction. “Can we put our legs down?”

“No, you can reach your assholes, cunts and tits and I would advise you to learn to pleasure yourself anywhere and everywhere – but how you do it right now is up to you. When I get back, you will probably not get another chance until the weekend to do yourselves the way you like.”

Dad didn’t stay to watch. He went inside.

Buffy was much more comfortable flicking her bean in front of Georgie and me. She dabbed some spit on a finger on her left hand and began to circle her nipple slowly. The girls had to hold both legs above their heads, but they could stretch their arms to touch anything on their own exposed torsos.

Bubbles started tapping her butthole and Freckles waited until a few minutes passed before slowly pushing down on her clit like it was a button.

It was nice to watch the girls without directing them. It was also fascinating how all three of them got off in very different ways and at different tempos. Freckles was the slowest but perhaps the roughest with her body. Most of the time she either pushed down or pinched followed by long, loving strokes that gently caressed her pussy lips.

Bubbles was the most playful. She blew bubbles with her own spit and let it drip on her pussy and then fingered herself.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked Bubbles.

Bubbles looked up and blushed. She didn’t want to answer. My little sister reminded me of a rabbit that was content to graze on sweet grass until they saw someone walk up. The rabbit froze and stares at you as if you’ll go away if they stay still long enough.

“What do you think, Sir?” she asked brightly.

“I think I know who I will pick to be my dog tomorrow if I don’t get a straight answer,” I said.

“Well, I’ve done Mouth things,” she hinted that included me. “I’ve done butt things, but only had fingers in my pussy.”

Freckles and Buffy, both gave her a furtive glance of disbelief.

“You took it in the ass?” Buffy asked incredulously.

“Uh huh,” Bubbles nodded with a snicker and kept rocking her fingers in and out of her pussy and banging one thumb on her butthole.

“I don’t just mean with a spoon?” Buffy asked for clarification

“Yes, with an actual dick,” Bubbles confirmed brazenly. She could have been lying but that explained a lot.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” Freckles said.

“I do not,” Buffy said.

“Then who?” Freckles asked.

“I have two boyfriends,” she replied sheepishly as if she were enjoying having a secret. I let the matter drop since I suspected that might mean Georgie and me were her boyfriends. She had done mouth and butt stuff with me – a little. I wondered if that meant with Georgie as well.

“I know you aren’t a virgin, Buffy. What about you Freckles?”

Freckles was reluctant to tell us at first, but I reminded her that Mom and Dad already thought she was a slut and that she would be my dog until she told me that loosened her lips. Her fingers moved faster and deeper in her vagina the more she spoke. She was in the middle of telling us about some unfulfilling games with boys who shot their loads in her when Buffy noticed someone looking in the car.

She shrieked in surprise.

He looked dirty, dingy and very nosy. He was staring right into our car and not even attempting to hide the fact that he was watching my sisters masturbate. I almost gave them permission to close their legs. They stopped playing with themselves.

“Please go away, Sir,” I said through the window.

“Looks better out here than it does in there,” he said. He had a twenty dollar bill, and he held it up to a window. “For the dances,” the man pantomimed rolling down the windows.