Chapter 12

Jugg’s bald pussy was soaked – it was apparent my Aunt was wet, and she could do nothing to hide the fact that she was dripping down her thighs before the discussion about house pet training even began. I felt pity for the woman – being on display like this in a room full of clothed people had to be hard. Still, my uncle was discussing removing her from her position of authority almost as if he were thinking aloud. Eddie wasn’t consulting his sons – but he was openly discussing it with them.

To have the consequences of her behavior openly discussed, that had to sting! I could only imagine what that may feel like to her – how it would have felt if I were in her place.

Eddie explained that this next lesson wasn’t a single position and that it was interactive and he wanted everyone to understand their boundaries, limits and the point of it all. “There is a method to my madness, I promise you.”

“As you have surmised, Juggs is losing some basic privileges,” he rubbed his wife’s sore ass and spread her cheeks a little wider while she remained in the corner. She held it that wide after he released his hands. “She is losing dignity. She is losing privacy. As you said, Harley. Juggs is showing what she had for lunch or breakfast, and she has to expose herself whether no one is looking or a dozen people are looking. I expect her to be spread open and vulnerable.”

The others nodded. Even my cousin Harley seemed to accept what was happening. She appeared at times, even amused by what was happening to her mother.

“I need Juggs to cook, because, after the meal you girls tried to make for us last night, I am afraid I’d be just skin and bones before long,” Eddie slapped his beer belly. “I need Juggs to do YOUR chores around the house, go grocery shopping, and handle some of the mundane matters that need attending. However, that is not a full-time requirement, and the privilege of acting like a person only extends to her when she is in those positions or serving around the house.”

Eddie chose the word “serving” specifically because he defined that as chores, tasks, and training activities that he specifically decided she needed to complete to his satisfaction.

“Any other time, Juggs will be a house pet. We’ve always kept our dogs outside in the kennel. This will be a first for me. Juggs is housebroken, so she can remain inside.”

“Puppy Training, Juggs,” he commanded his wife. She pushed away from the wall and snapped down to the ground on all fours. Stuck her ass up, smiled like a ditzy bimbo, let her tongue hang out and began to pant and playfully crawl around.

The whole room cracked up. I had seen a lot in the last few days, and I wasn’t ready for how amusing it was to see a grown woman, naked on the carpet panting like a happy puppy wanting to play.

“Good doggy,” he pat her head. “Rules are simple. Treat Juggs like a dog when she is in this state. You can throw a ball and play fetch with her, you can teach her to sit up and beg, you can ignore her completely.”

He patted his thigh and called his wife over to the table like a dumb dog. “Here girl, here girl,” he scraped some food into a plate. “Do you want it?”

“Yealp!” she barked once.

“How bad do you want to eat? Hungry girl?” he teased with a bemused, condescending expression on his face. This was fun for him - and it seemed fun for his wife (on some level), which confused me.

“Yealp!” she barked again.

“Dogs can’t talk, so unless there is a true emergency, all she can do is respond in barks. One bark means Yes, Two barks mean no. That’s pretty intelligent for any canine! I don’t care if you got all A’s on your report card. I don’t’ care if Joe Dimaggio is at the door. She doesn’t talk, and she doesn’t stand up.”

He mushed the food up with a fork.

“Harley, your responsibility will be to scrape table scraps into a plate and mush them up or cut them up, so that Juggs can chew them. I prefer a plate because a bowl is too hard for a snoutless dog. You will also have to make sure that with every meal she has clean, fresh water.”

“Oh my god,” Harley protested. “I have to apply the lotion. I have to shave her ass, I have to feed her. Why not anyone else?”

“It’s women’s work,” Eddie’s eyes twinkled as he said it. He added “I am not asking for much here.”

“You aren’t asking. You are telling,” Harley said. “I am not your property,” she reminded him.

“No, but you are my daughter, and yes, I am telling you that you need to take care of these things. If you can’t, or won’t, then I will make other arrangements. You can join Juggs on chore duty and one of your brothers can have the impossibly Sisyphean task of having to scrape food into a dish.”

“Hey, I’d do it,” Lloyd offered before Gerald could.

“No, I’ll do it,” Harley probably just wanted to complain. She said she wanted to clarify some things first.

“Yeah, now is the time,” her father encouraged us all to ask questions. His wife remained at our feet scarfing down table scraps of the hot food she had just made for us.

“If Juggs is standing there like a nitwit in the whatever position, I can tell her to give me a backrub and she HAS to do it?”

“Sure,” Eddie said without hesitation.

Harley didn’t expect that.

“Every meal she is going to eat like a dog?”

“I do not know yet. Most meals, yes. I might decide to let her stand for one or two just to keep it fresh in her mind that she has lost the right to sit with us at meals.”

“That means that Juggs can’t participate in any family discussions at meal times?”

“I guess not,” Eddie shrugged. He said she’d be given ample time to discuss things with him and he’d bring any concerns to us.

“She can’t tell me to stand in the corner, even if I tell her to eat a bag of dicks?”

“You’d have to be careful that your mother doesn’t take you literally. She’s on a cock diet,” Eddie seemed amused be the question. “She will tell me that you were disrespectful or misbehaved and I will handle it. Your brothers can tattle on you as well. I am going to loosen my ban on tattling on each other. I can’t always watch every thing and I will have to ask for you to guys to keep each other honest.”

“Can I tattle on them?” she asked.

“I don’t want this to become some sort of game of retaliation, or where I am going to be expected to have the wisdom of Solomon. If you come to me with a baby, I am cutting it in half and moving on.”

“What?” she asked with a confused expression.

“What I am trying to say, is I want to trust you to do the right thing around here and behave yourselves. If you see anyone else breaking the rules, then let me know. Don’t make this more complicated than it needs to be, Harley.”

“This is a lot to take in,” Harley said. “Her face is getting all caked up from the food. I take it I have to wash her face too?”

“Sure, anything you would do with a normal dog. If A dog gets messy, clean it’s face. You can’t expect a Dog to take a wash cloth and clean up.”

“And I can take her outside and hose her down?”

“Yes, no more baths.”

“Then she needs a dog collar and a leash,” Harley decided.

“Done,” Eddie said that he would make her buy them for herself when he took her shopping. “What else?”

“Juggs has to do chores, but she gets to spend her time goofing around with her tongue hanging out. How is that a punishment?”

“Would you want to get naked, eat from the floor and goof around all day?”

“No,” Harley said.

“Then it’s a punishment,” Eddie said.

“I am sure you will have other questions, and we’ll probably find a few things that need tweaking. Is there anything else that anyone feels is important to discuss?”

“Yeah, the clackers and rubber bands can’t stay on all day,” Patrick raised his hand to point that out. “You said she can hold a position uncomfortably for four hours but if you are not here, there is a point where the rubber bands are going to be too restrictive. Can she remove them?”

“That’s a good catch,” Eddie considered it for a moment. Harley glared at him as she anticipated her father would give her another task. “You applied the rubber bands to Jugg’s tits yesterday. Are you comfortable applying and removing the clackers, and banding?”

“Maybe not the clackers,” Patrick looked down at the swinging balls hanging from his Aunt’s pussy and realized he’d have to lift and separate her pussy lips to put them on her.

“I need someone who can do it all. Harley, you and Tish will need to remove the banding and clackers every four hours. You can give her three hours off, and then apply them again. I’ll show you how.”

“You didn’t’ ask me if I was comfortable with that,” Harley snorted derisively.

“Tish, do you want the job?” he asked.

I didn’t get a chance to answer before Harley volunteered. “I am not removing the stick up her ass,” she said. I was reminded of what my Aunt said about me being so rigid when I first got there and asking if I had a stick up my ass. She literally had one up hers.

“I will handle that,” Eddie decided.

I was glad that Harley volunteered to handle everything else and didn’t expect me to do it. She told me that I owed her one after he was done with his demonstrations.

When Juggs finished eating, we took her outside and hosed her down. Eddie told us we had to bathe the horses after Juggs washed the dishes, and she and Harley shaved.

“I thought I was done with chores!” Harley complained as she held the hose over her mother’s head and let it run while Juggs waited beneath the water.

“House chores, as long as you do what I ask you, you don’t have to clean your room, take out the trash, wash the dishes or anything like that. This a ranch and there are no ranch hands to do the work, so you have to perform your regular ranch chores. The horses have to be bathed a few times a year. It just so happens today is when we do it for the summer. It’s going to take a few hours and it’s not a solo job.”

“I do not have to clean out the dog kennel then. It’s enough I have to take care of this dog,” Harley sprinkled water all over her mother’s ass and back.

“I am starting to have my doubts about this arrangement. I can’t be home all the time to make sure you aren’t abusing what authority I’ve given you, or harassing your brothers, or setting a bad example for Tish.”

“I am not a bad example,” Harley pouted. She didn’t explicitly deny that she might abuse her authority or harass her brothers.

“Please do not make me regret this decision, Harley,” he said. Her brothers weren’t outside with us and neither was Patrick. “I can’t ask your brothers to clip Juggs pussy, or rub lotion on her back.”

“But you can TELL me to do it?” Harley countered.

“Look, can you not make everything a negotiation and a hassle? Just give it a try. I want to trust you, but I also think maybe I am setting you up to fail. I am going to level with you. I kind of want you to be privy to your mother’s punishment because I think it will help you to to avoid the same mistakes she is making?”

“Or else I’ll end up a dog in heat?” she looked down on her mother and splashed the water in her face to get the food off.

‘I am not going to punish you like that, but I will spank you or put you in the corner if you misbehave. I will give you a full share of chores to complete. I do not see any reason to extend privileges to you if you aren’t doing anything to earn them. You’ve been in the corner naked plenty of times, so trimming your fat gash in the living room shouldn’t be a big deal either. It’s not like you have anything we haven’t seen before. If it really freaks you out though you can take Juggs to the bathroom but I expect you to shave HER ass in the living room.”

Eddie left things like that and went to talk to the boys.

“Okay, Juggs, he’s gone. You can talk,” she let the hose water fall down her mother’s back while a pool of mud started to build up around her hands as she remained on all fours at our feet.