Chapter 11

Harley and I snuggled that night, and we didn’t stay up and chat about what we had seen. There was too much to talk about and our minds were simply blown.

In the morning, I awoke uncomfortably early. It had taken a few days to adjust to my new sleep schedule and wake up with everyone else.

Things seemed relatively normal when we came out of our room. I was wearing the long shirt as I had the day before. The boys were waiting for breakfast at the table. Eddie was as well. The birds were chirping outside on a beautiful, warm Montana summer morning.

Juggs was busy around the kitchen. As she was most mornings lately, she was completely naked. Her pussy was completely hairless except for the return of a little stubble.

She had two clothes pins attached to her outer labia. They each had three marble shaped lead weights that fisherman use as sinkers on their poles attached to them by fishing wire. They constantly knocked back and forth and against her thighs as she walked.

She had worn a clothespin on her clitoral hood (the triangular flap above her clit) the day before. I had pinched my clit hood and I could only imagine how painfully uncomfortable a constant pinching sensation would be there.

This morning, Jugg’s clit was pulled out and extended by rubber bands forcing it out and elongating it so that it peeked out from under her clitoral hood. It looked incredibly obscene. I could see inside her pussy and she was dripping.

Eddie had wrapped two cords around the base of his wife’s breasts in a figure eight or infinity pattern. They squeezed her tits tightly. He had wrapped another cord around her areola so that her tits were segmented and looked unnatural.

He had wrapped three rubber bands around his wife’s nipples like hair scrunchies to make them stand up and poke out.

“Good morning,” She pretended this was all perfectly normal and to be expected.

“I hope you are hungry. I have Buttermilk pancakes with maple syrup, cheese grits, sausage and fried eggs on the stove,” Juggs greeted us brightly.

“I hope there is butter for the pancakes?” Harley knew damn well there was not and she was the culprit who took them. She was testing her mother.

“No, silly me. I forgot to buy butter and of course yesterday, I lost my god-damned mind and misbehaved. I am afraid I won’t be able to go to the store until your father takes me. I am on car restriction, until further notice,” Juggs sounded like a sweet receptionist at the doctor’s office promising you the wait wont be too much longer.

“Oh great, that means you won’t be taking us to the pool?” Harley had to know that wouldn’t be possible.

“I am afraid not, Harley.”

“What else did dad take away? Your right to go poop?”

“If you’ll sit your fat ass down, we can talk about that,” Eddie was half-serious and half-jovial this morning. He was usually in the mood to shoot the shit and tell a dirty joke but this morning was different.

“What? I do not have to stand like Mom? Luuuh-ckkeee, Me,” Harley dragged out the words “Lucky Me” like Steve Martin’s famous catch phrase “Excuuuuuuuuse Me!”

Eddie ignored his daughter when we sat down. He briefly recapped how everything went to shit the day before but left out the parts about Juggs calling Henry a “Faggot” in an attempt to hurt Cheryl.

“Juggs is in punishment until I am satisfied that she has learned her lesson, and that will be at LEAST a week,” he announced. No one seemed all that shocked by that.

Gerald and Lloyd knew that their mother was punished every few days anyway. “What happens when Mom fucks up on something new WHILE she is still serving out her current punishment? Do you just add to her sentence?” Gerald offered like a wise-ass.

Lloyd suggested that the punishment would NEVER end if that was the case because his mother was bound to screw up every two to three days.

“Let’s hold your questions, comments, and wise-ass remarks until I am done,” Eddie seemed calm, not angry or upset. “The goal is zero-fuck ups, so until we reach zero in total fuck ups.”

No one seemed all that surprised by any of this. We knew that Eddie was pissed last night and we had been witnessing Juggs get punished around the house.

“Obviously, your mom is still YOUR mom, or your Aunt as the case may be, so punishing her around the house for longer than a few hours present a few challenges in logistics,” Eddie called it. “I am going to ask for your patience, understanding and assistance.”

Juggs began to set the table. I offered to help but Eddie told me to sit down because he wanted my attention focused on what he was saying. “There will be no chores for any of you in the house until Juggs punishment is over,” he announced.

There was some rejoicing from the others but Harley and Patrick remained quiet. Patrick and I had no assigned chores, but Harley’s silence was probably because she was still processing what this meant.

“You won’t wash a dish, lift a plate, clean your room, and if you want a drink or a snack, you simply have to tell Juggs to get it for you.”

Everyone was on board with that – although I didn’t mind getting my own drinks out of the fridge.

“In exchange, I have some new jobs for you to do,” Eddie said.

“Oh here it comes, lower the boom,” Harley said sarcastically. Eddie stopped talking entirely and let the silence be his response to her comment.

“I’ve noticed lately that you have been referring to your mom by Juggs more and more. That’s what I call her. I am going to ask that you make an effort to call her that and only that. She is still your mom, but I am trying to get her into a service headspace and it will help if you don’t call her Mommy. I’d also ask that you call me just plain Eddie now. It isn’t because of my headspace or any of that. I just think you are too old to call me Daddy and I always assume you want something. If you slip and accidentally say it, no big deal, no foul. I am just asking nicely.”

Eddie didn’t explain further. He didn’t have too. I jotted down his first proclamation as it were.

“Are you taking notes?” he asked curiously. I couldn’t help it. I was a bit of an overachiever/teacher’s pet in school. He seemed amused by that and asked if I would share the notes with him when he was done.

“This punishment is going to be different than the ones you’ve seen Juggs do in the past where she fucks up, I make her do something humiliating or spank her, she says Mea Culpa and we move on. She’s not permitted to wear clothes anywhere on the ranch without my permission. That includes in the car. That means if you are going to bring over friends, then be advised that Juggs is a nudist for the time being.”

“You’ve no doubt noticed the clackers between Jugg’s thighs. Patrick helped me come up with weighted irritants that will constantly remind her that she is being punished. You will see a variety of implements designed to bring comfort hanging from various parts of her body. That should not be anything new, although the severity and length of time she has to wear them will be extended.”

The clackers between her legs made a lot of noise and they had to hurt. Her inner thigh was already bruised.

“Turn around, Juggs. Bend over, spread your ass cheeks as wide as they will go,” he instructed.

My Aunt stopped cooking for a moment, spun around to face away from us, bent over and spread her ass cheeks so we could all look up her ass and between her pussy lips. The six weights hung down painfully stretching her labia toward the floor.

She had what appeared to be a shaved root in her asshole. “That is a piece of ginger. It stings and is uncomfortable. It is definitely not for Juggs pleasure. She will have a variety of objects inserted into her ass. She has been wearing ginger root and other small plugs in her ass around you even when she is naked for years and you never noticed. As long as she doesn’t spread her ass cheeks, this shouldn’t really be an issue but I wanted to inform you of the rules changing around the house.”

“We noticed,” Harley nodded at Lloyd and Gerald but they apparently hadn’t. They both thought it was pretty funny.

“You may stand up and continue cooking,” Eddie told his wife. He snickered at Harley and asked why she was looking so closely up her mother’s ass to notice in the first place.

“You can’t help but notice her fat-ass! She could hide the Eiffel tower up her dusty butthole,” Harley joked.

Eddie was amused by his daughter’s response and used that moment to clarify another point. “I have struggled with this next rule. Yesterday, SOME of you found out your mother has sex with anyone that asks on my whim. That rule is suspended – she won’t be having sex with anyone until she is off punishment.”

“Ooof, sucks for Mom,” Lloyd laughed. Eddie continued without comment.

“Obviously, we like to joke around in this house, and that isn’t going to change. Other than calling your Mom Juggs, I want you to talk to her like you always have. It’s okay to tease her and laugh at her punishment because it is a little funny. She is here to learn something and this isn’t a joke, but I am OKAY with jokes because sometimes a little humor and levity is exactly what everybody needs. I am not turning the house into a military camp. I need you to understand that I will be a little like a drill sergeant with Juggs and at times that is hard for me to turn off when I start it up – but I have everyone’s best interest at heart and I do not want us to stop laughing and loving each other.”

That was nice. He continued.

“Yesterday, when you asked her what she had done with the gas station attended I was hesitant to let her tell you. I did not want you to lose respect for your mom and I thought perhaps if you heard the graphic details of what she did in the bathroom that you might just do that.”

No one commented but Eddie paused to let his points sink in.

“Obviously, when she got into a knock-down-drag out at the pool with the second biggest whore in town, she demonstrated she didn’t care if you respect her or not because she didn’t act like someone worthy of respect.”

Ouch, that hurt. I felt the sting of that comment and it wasn’t directed at me.

“I don’t want your imaginations to run wild around the house. I’d rather you ask if you want an answer. If you want to know something, I have instructed Juggs to answer you honestly. If she is ever not clear, or forthcoming, one of your new jobs is to make me aware. As an example, let’s say you want to know what she has currently up her ass. All you have to do is ask. Juggs show them how you would respond to that question.

“I have a ginger root up my ass,” she spread her ass cheeks and bent over again for us to have good look.

“No, that’s not what we discussed. Try again,” Eddie said patiently.

“Sorry, Eddie! I am trying to cook and not burn anything. If you will give me one moment, I will serve breakfast and show you that I have a shaved ginger root up my ass, that I put there freshly this morning so that I would be constantly reminded of what a pain in the ass I am. Do you want me to show you?”

“Better,” he said. “You may also notice some scratches all over Juggs back. I will be spanking her regularly around the house but some punishments will be completed in private. I am doing that because I do not think you should see them, and I feel it is appropriate not to discuss them with you. The only exception to my rule about total transparency is she is not at liberty to discuss those punishments. All you need to know is that I won’t be doing it to amuse myself and that Juggs is learning from them.”

Eddie tossed a bottle of calamine lotion to Harley.

“I have a special job for you, Harley. You will be expected to apply this lotion to Juggs in the morning and possibly other times. This is for her health and safety, and I expect you to take your time and do it correctly.”

Harley knew she had to do this. She heard her dad say it the night before at the kennel. She chose to pretend this was the first time she heard of it and acted like it was an unfair request. “Why just me? Tish is a girl. She could do it too.”