Chapter 10

When my daughters returned from their shopping trip they were laughing and talking. I hadn’t seen them like this since they were young enough to go trick or treating. It was one of the few things that brought them together. Naturally, Megan liked to dress up like a princess, and Lilith liked to dress up like something scary - but they could come together on that one night a year. They used to come home and share their candies with each other and laugh and laugh just like they were now.

My wife remained naked and available for dares, and the four of them gave her a new dare almost every 15 minutes. I knew that “dare restrictions” would result in my becoming the villain. I observed, and I probably looked rather condescending. That’s how they described it to me later.

I wouldn’t have had such a problem with what they were doing if every dare didn’t seem like a punishment. They dared her to bend over and let them spank her. They bought a wooden paddle when they went out. Tracy was thrilled and despite Megan and Lilith’s best effort to give my wife a rosy butt – that’s all it gave her. Tracy thanked them after they wore out their arms giving her forty swats on her ass. “I can hardly wait for the endorphins to kick in! Did you like that? Your arms are sore”

“Fuck off Dimbo, you miserable twat!” Lilith said.

My wife’s ass was bruised. Her spirit wasn’t. She also started talking differently to the children. She was always polite and patient even when she had to tell them to do something or stop arguing. Today, she rarely told them what to do or how to do it. She remained conversational but she limited her chatter to questions they asked her.

They dared my wife to wear alligator clips on her nipples. At first, she hissed and seethed but after a few minutes she seemed bored. When it was over Tracy asked if she could keep the alligator clips.

At lunch, my wife asked each of them what they wanted and prepared it for them. That was nothing new. I am not talking about an entirely different meal. Today, Lilith wanted a Reuban (corned beef) with spicy mustard, Megan wanted Chicken Nuggets, Paul wanted a microwavable dinner, and Allan wanted a burrito.

The way I was raised, my parents made one meal for everyone. I had never raised any concern about coddling my children because it was nice that they receive the food they prefer. However, given recent events I was feeling like that was yet another example of unnecessary spoiling.

“We have the ingredients, why not?” my wife defended the idea. “Everybody should have what they want,” my wife asked me what I wanted. I told her a roast beef on sourdough, with horseradish mayonnaise, and sour cream and onion potato chips.

“Dimbo, what were you thinking about having?” Megan asked sweetly.

“I was just going to eat some Chicken Nuggets with ranch like you. I don’t need anything particularly special,” Tracy said. She wasn’t a very peaky eater at all – which you will soon see.

“I dare you to have lunch in the center of the table on all fours so we can laugh at you while you drink a glass of your own piss. You only have to eat 12 nuggets, but instead of ranch of any other dipping sauce, you’ll use your own stinky butt hole. You will push a nugget into your ass, wait a full minute, pull it out and eat it, and then put it another until you eat all 12. You will also slice 12 six-inch-long celery sticks. You may wash them. You will slide them completely into your wet cunt. You will also marinate them for one full minute.”

Tracy’s broad smile began to evaporate, and her eyebrows narrowed. “Girls, are you serious? Are you just daring me to do the most outrageous things you can think of or are you trying to make me refuse a dare?”

My wife turned around and continued preparing lunch.

“We all talked about it, we want to see it,” Paul explained.

“I don’t. Drinking piss at the dinner table?” I said.

“It isn’t fair to your father to disrupt his day like this with dares like this,” my wife turned to me and asked “David, would you like me to prepare your food and bring it into the living room, or the kids and I can go out on the patio and eat?”

“You’re going to do it?”

“David, I am naked, which means I am open for dares, and I already said I could be dared to drink my own piss and stick things in my pussy and ass. It’s the only dare I was offered and it’s kind of a family dare since all four of the kids came up with it.”

The kids seem rather pleased with themselves. I could tell from their tittering and giggles that they were accomplishing whatever goal they had in mind.”

“Wait, if you have on clothes, you aren’t doing dares?” Megan asked.

“I thought it may be easier if everyone new that when I am naked at home, I am always up for a dare, and if I have on clothes, you can still ask. I can say no, but I probably won’t,” My wife said as she set the table and brought over the food. She asked if I wanted to leave and I said I would stay.

“Suit yourself,” my wife said as she finished passing out the food and put her plate on the table. She took a glass and asked “Is this big enough? What should I do if I have to pee more? just refill it, or is one glass enough?” she asked Megan casually.

“You can refill it, but don’t get off the table, Dimbo!”

My wife blushed as she stood in front of the family and pissed into a glass. The act reminded me of pushing a glass into the water dispenser of a refrigerator, except my wife was dispensing bright yellow lemonade. I am sure it didn’t taste that way. My wife drank some of it. She closed her eyes and made a disgusted face. Then she put the glass under her and filled it up.

She set it next to her food and slid past Allan to climb up on the table. We have an expensive oak table finished with polished marble that is a little higher than most kitchen tables. My wife was facing me. She looked up at me and smiled.

“I can put the celery and nuggets in at the same time?”

“You can take one in each hole, whore,” Lilith was chewing on her sandwich. “I hope your nuggets taste a little better than this sandwich.”

“Sorry dear, the Rye is a little out of date,” my wife apologized, and at the same time reached behind herself and pushed a fried chicken nugget into her ass. It was warm but not hot. She made a funny face. Then she slid a sliced stalk of celery into her pussy. She made a funny face as she adjusted it so that it fit properly and didn’t catch on her skin.

Then she waited on all fours. She seemed to be staring at me – staring through me. She was actually watching the clock and waiting for a full minute, while the kids mocked her.

“What if that celery gets lost in her cunt? You should have had her use a carrot!”

“If she farts right now, that chicken nugget is going to fly out of her shit-hole and hit you in the eye”

“Look at how her tits hang down when she is on all fours; her nipples are hard! She’s turned on! What a disgusting pig!”

“I bet she’s got a big turd in her fat butt!”

“My food is soggy; I wish this bitch paid more attention to my order. I said DELI mustard, not spicy mustard!”

“Don’t worry, ask mom if she has some GREY POOP ON you can borrow,” (play on words of grey Poupon mustard)

“She’s getting a little bit of a belly, should she really have twelve nuggets?”

“Her cunt is soaked. It looks like my corned beef sandwich if you turn it sideways, see?”

“Look, at the bruise we left on that dumb cunt’s ass,”

It doesn’t matter who said it – they all agreed with each other and giggled. My wife ate it up and agreed with them. “I don’t know how your father stands staring at my sour face and eating his lunch. Dear, I could have put your food in the dining room!” she joked.

“You have a beautiful face, and I don’t like listening to you put yourself down. It’s bad enough listening to our so-called offspring make fun of you.” I said that I wasn’t hungry any longer and pushed my plate away.

“I am sorry David. I feel terrible that you are upset. I really do. Outside of the house, I do my best to avoid dares that would offend people. In our own house, I’ll take every step to keep them from you if you wish,” she offered sweetly while gnawing on a celery stick coated in her own fragrant pussy honey.

“So EVERY meal is going to be like this from now on? And my only choice is watch and listen to the snickering or eat alone?”

“I don’t know about every time, but over the summer we eat in a lot. You seldom eat with the family as it is. I am sure we could work out something on weekends where we have fewer mealtime dares if you really want to eat with us. Was it upsetting when I did the pussy popping dare this morning?”

“I have no problem with most dares, but I believe it is the context. I feel like they are trying to punish you or push you. They spanked you, punched you, pinched your tits, today every dare was either humiliating or painful.”

Tracy reached behind her ass and pulled out a chicken nugget. She clearly didn’t want to eat it, but she did. She even sniffed it first. The kids laughed. “I enjoyed all of the dares. I am flattered the girls went to the store to pick out some things for me,” my wife admitted and told them. “If you would like, I’ll take you to my bedroom after lunch and show you all of my sex toys. I’ve got several other paddles.”

“I do agree with your dad though. Are you trying to find some way to punish me? I know I make mistakes and I am sorry I screwed up and used the wrong mustard, Lilith. I know sometimes I talk out of turn and talk back. Does that upset you?”

“Yes, because you aren’t keeping your end of the dare and are getting sloppy!” Megan sounded very serious, but I doubted her authenticity. She was way too easy going to be this interested in perfection.

“We’re still figuring things out too,” Lilith sounded more grounded. “You called yourself ugly today, and I agree with dad. You may have a fat butt, fake tits, a little round around the middle, but you aren’t ugly, and you aren’t a bad mom. I like making fun of you, but I won’t say that. I asked the others if we should dare you to let us punish you when you do something we don’t like or fail at a dare. We just couldn’t come up with anything we wanted.”

“Oh,” even Tracy was surprised to learn this.

“We spanked you 40 times, and you didn’t seem phased,” Megan said.

My wife took another bite of celery and politely chewed. “I have a lover named Jerry who can show you how to use a paddle, but I agree that isn’t a good punishment for me. I am sorry. I am not really a punishment person. What about rewards if I do well and then you can take them away if I don’t?”

I was incensed. My wife hadn’t been offended by the idea that her kids wanted to punish her. She was calmly on all fours on their table asking them to give her rewards.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, really. Being able to eat lunch like this?”

“Would be the reward?” Allan asked.

“Yes.”

They all looked at each other and talked between themselves. “We don’t like that. We’d like something immediately addresses failing a dare. Taking away a lunch reward when you aren’t going to eat lunch seems too far in the future.”

My wife nodded.

“We have two choices for you,” they said. My wife was intrigued but skeptical. “The first is we could put you on dare restriction. If you fail to meet our expectations, then you aren’t taking dares seriously enough to do more. If you ever call yourself a bad mom again then it is 24 hours minimum without dares! If it’s something small like not listening to my order for lunch it may be an hour of dare restrictions.”

“You don’t need my permission for that; you could always choose not to give me a dare for as long as you like. If you enjoy dares though it punishes you as well as me,” she said. The kids hadn’t even considered that. “What is the second choice, please?”

“You HAVE to give us a dare,” Lilith said.

My wife nearly spit out the celery in her mouth. She had been calm and casually thought through the first idea before finding the downside. “I don’t like to give dares,” she said.

“Then don’t break rules, and talk back, Dimbo,” Megan chuckled.

“I try my best, but obviously today I made the mistake on the lunch. It is bound to happen. I don’t know what you like to do. If I dared you to join me on the table for lunch, would any of you enjoy that?”

“No, you don’t understand, not that kind of dare,” Megan took over the explanation seamlessly from Lilith.