Chapter 4

“Place a banana and a bar of soap on your plate in front of your chair and stand there looking at us, Juggs. You can watch us enjoy this wonderful meal you cooked for us and then finish after we eat,” Eddie said as he got up from his comfortable Lazy-Boy recliner.

His wife dutifully obeyed him and put a banana at her spot at the kitchen table. “Get two clothespins, Juggs,” he almost as an afterthought. My Aunt was sassy like her daughter, but instead of wisecracking she did as she was told. She didn’t look sad, angry, or miserable. She also didn’t look particularly happy about what she had to do.

My Aunt seemed to accept that this was just part of how things had be, and she obeyed her husband. It shocked me that nobody else was all that shocked. My brother was stunned but my cousins seemed to shrug this off as some sort of normal every day kind of thing.

Aunt Rachel looked at my Uncle as if she was hoping he was kidding and perhaps expected him to be more lenient. but my Aunt clearly knew her husband wasn’t. I had no idea what expected her to do with the clothespins as I took my seat at the table.

The rest of us sat except for Harley. She stood where she normally sat down. Her chair had been removed but her plate was in front of her and she was completely naked just like my Aunt. Harley normally had a wisecrack to make but she was serious and she had a look of regret and acceptance on her face that seemed almost out of place.

It was incredibly surreal. I assumed that the women might be mortified but they both seemed to accept that they had to remain naked while the rest of us enjoyed our breakfast.

“Eddie, considering our guests, perhaps it’s better if I eat outside?” she collected two wooden clothespins from a bin near the kitchen counter. I thought nothing of why laundry implements would be in the kitchen. I quickly surmised that these two particular clothes pins were frequently used as part of her punishments.

“Patrick and Tish are going to be here with us the entire summer. If you are embarrassed that they know there are consequences to your actions – I would advise taking a little more care in how you behave. I thought we could go more than one day without you needing discipline. They may as well know why you keep a pair of clothespins handy in the kitchen,” my Uncle said.

My Aunt didn’t wait to be told what to do with them. She pressed her thumb down on them and opened the clothespins wide. They reminded me of two tiny alligators opening their mouth to bite down. She brought them to her huge areola and let them snap shut on her erect nipples. My aunt hissed a little as she endured the pain they inflicted on her sensitive tits.

“Did I tell you to do that, Juggs?” he asked her like she was a prtoddler.

“No, Eddie but where do you want me to put them?” Jugg’s eyes widened as she worried he had another place on her body in mind.

“I will tell you, if you would hold your horses, Juggs. You have to learn patience. Stick out your tongue and snap them there.”

My Aunt stuck out her tongue as far as it would go– it was incredibly long. She attached the clothespins to her tongue and blushed – perhaps the redness on her face was from discomfort as much as humiliation. Spit ran down her lip and on to her chin.

He wasn’t finished with her though.

“Now, take two ice cubes from my glass and get your fat tits nice and hard,” Eddie instructed her calmly. We were all drinking from commemorative BiCentennial glasses that featured the American flag and the year 1776-1976. Juggs used her long nails to dig out two ice cubes from her husband’s glass. Her face was apologetic – like she had just farted or belched in front of us and was completely embarrassed.

“Is this absolutely necessary, Eddie?” my brother spoke up. I wondered the same thing but I was too shy to ask. “Certainly, Juggs has learned her lesson and agreed to wear the same suit tomorrow to the pool?”

The others stopped eating abruptly. My brother had asked the question that I was too bashful to ask.

“You answer your nephew, Juggs,” Eddie insisted that she answer even though her tongue was forced outside of her mouth by the clothespins. She had to lisp as she mumbled her answer in a silly way.

“I apprish-ee-ate, yourth confernff, Patrickffsth. I misbehathed, and I muth face the consequencesses,” she admitted as she rubbed ice on her nipples to make them rock hard. “I am sure thissss seemsthfftt cruel, but it is actually a kindessth ... the worseth thing Eddie could do isfff ignore our behavior and let us continue to behaveth like dumb-bunnies.”

I could understand my Aunt but I could hardly believe she felt that punishment was a kindness. I didn’t fully understand what she meant by that.

“You can cuss in front of your nephew, Juggs. He’s a big boy and knows the seven words you can’t say on television. (George Carlin was a famous comedian that had made that routine famous, but at the time I didn’t get the reference.)

Tell him what you mean when you say dumb-bunnies,” Eddie prodded her a little further.

My Aunt let a small tear roll down her eye. I felt sorry for her as her mascara ran slightly. She clarified that she meant “Dumb bishes.”

She was holding the soap in her mouth and she couldn’t quite say the words correctly. I was certain from the look of anguish on her face that the taste was bitter. She could have refused or told Eddie that he was going to far but instead she remained almost sanguine and melancholy.

“It just seems like there is a double standard here. Have you never heard of equal rights? Why are women treated differently than the guys and held to a different standard of behavior?”

My Aunt appeared dumbfounded. Suds from the soap was running down her chin and dripping down her neck to her enormous tits. I felt Eddie would have made her wear a dunce cap if he had one. She looked almost pathetically comical.

I saw Harley stifle a small grin as if she was happy that Patrick challenged her father.

“Nixon and Ford may have signed any amendment into law, but did you read the sign above the door when you walked into my house?” Eddie asked. He told his wife to read it for him since she was facing the front door from the table.

“Girls learnffttt when butts burn,” she read the words engraved on the wooden sign. The image of a lady’s butt bent over was next to the words with a paddle being swung so that there was no mistaking what was meant.

‘Why just women?” Patrick openly questioned that attitude. I expected Eddie to have some answer but his wife replied for him. Spittle from her lips was running down her chin on to her fat tits as she spoke.

“Menfftth learn differently fromth dumb bishes like me, Patrick. I know thisth is uncomfortableth for you to watchssfftt. I should hafff warned your motherth before you were dropped off you would see something like thisstthf...”

“It isn’t freaking me out, but it just seems unfair and misogynistic to single out women this way,” My brother spoke up for my Aunt. I was proud of him for speaking up but I didn’t dare agree. I was mortified and simply too bashful.

“Patrick, if I thought it would help you, I’d tell to rub ice on your nipples until they got hard and then wear clothespins for dinner. Women process pain and humiliation very differently than men. The things that stimulate and horrify them are equally different. Don’t try to understand them, you never will,” Eddie said. “The best thing you can do is figure out how to live with someone like Juggs.”

“The sign says girls learn when butt’s burn. How does attaching clothespins to your wife’s tongue make her butt burn?” Patrick asked. His tone was less confrontational and came across as curious. He was questioning my uncle’s way of life. I was surprised that Eddie seemed to welcome his questions.

“Good question,” Eddie smiled at Patrick and admired my brother for daring to speak up. I secretly wished I had the courage because I had wondered the same things. I was 14 at the time, and I had never seen anything like this. I’ve had decades to think back on my experience that summer though.

“Take the soap out of your mouth, stick out your tongue and show us,” Eddie insisted that his wife open her mouth wide and let us see the bubbly suds.

“Did you enjoy that Juggs?” he asked.

“No,” she replied sourly.

“Good, that’s how you learn. If it was fun then you’d keep pushing my buttons until you got what you wanted. Now, since your nephew is curious, show him what else you do not enjoy.”

“Please Eddie?” she pouted, but didn’t cover herself. She wiped her mouth but the soap had already dripped down her neck and over her knockers and she did nothing to clean off those suds.

“It’s a bit late for that. Place the ice cubes in your mouth and attach the clothespins to your nipples, Juggs,” Eddie instructed. He ignored her while his wife obeyed him and addressed my brother as if he were the only one in the room.

“A woman’s butt is actually a source of her power. If you let her sit around all day on it, it will grow and grow. Every now and then, like even the most fragrant rose bush you have to trim it back with a spanking,” he spoke in a confusing metaphor. When he saw that we didn’t fully understand he explained a different way.

“Every part of a woman operates a little differently. Just like a circuit board, I have different tools for different jobs. I have tweezers, soldering iron, screwdrivers, and I select whichever one gets the job done. The butt is just one part of the whole,” Eddie laughed at the double-entrendre pun about a butt-whole.

“There are times that I spank the girls until their butts are ruby red. I guarantee that you will witness me do it for some reason or another if you stay here for two months. I do not feel it is warranted in this case. This is just a light reminder for Juggs that she had fucked up. She knows it, we know it, and she knows the consequences. Now you all know them. I don’t see a reason to hide it.”

I was shocked by my Aunt nodded in agreement with her husband, and her kids remained quiet. No one even looked up from their plates but Lloyd and Gerald were openly smirking with devious grins on their face about their mother and Harley’s cummupance.

“I happen to know that her nipples are EXTREMELY sensitive, and wearing those clothespins don’t really hurt. The ice is to numb them so that when it starts to wear off, you’ll see her dance and fidget because it’s going to excite her. If she touches herself anywhere without permission then Juggs will eat that bar of soap for dinner. If she behaves she can have the banana.”

“One more question,” Patrick asked.

“Please, ask as many as you like. I enjoy this,” Eddie smiled warmly at my brother.

“Do you think this is unfair?” he asked my Aunt.

“The word you are looking for is consent,” Eddie continued to smile and told Juggs to answer him. She couldn’t speak with the ice cubes in her mouth and nodded that she did. That was good enough for my brother.

BDSM wasn’t widely known back then. It was something you read about in the back of cheap swinger magazines you got at adult book stores. That wasn’t anything I had access to and I could not fully process the relationship of my Aunt as a submissive to her husband.

In retrospect, I believe Juggs was a true submissive who didn’t question her husband’s decisions and liked to please others. At the time, I was completely mystified that she would agree to this arrangement.

“I fupth up, Pathrick,” My Aunt admitted. The look on her face was frustration, humiliation and something else that I couldn’t recognize. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive and the biting sensation of the clothespins was sending mixed signals of discomfort and physical stimulation to her brain.

Juggs began to shuffle slightly in place and bop her head up and down at first. She leaned to the left slightly and let her finger tips hang at her side and then leaned the other way. It was her attempt to distract herself from the constant sensation.

“Stand up straight, look straight ahead, Juggs,” Eddie knew exactly what she was doing. She had done this shuffle dance many times. She was trying to prevent herself from touching her body because she was getting uncomfortably turned on. I found it hard to believe that she could be aroused because she also looked so deeply humiliated and ashamed of herself.

I knew that it had to be increasingly embaressing to be naked in a room full of clothed people who were well aware that you were on the cusp of a small orgasm and all you really wanted to do was finger your pussy. I could smell her musky scent as she got wet and I first noticed a trickle of clear fluid dripping off her clit hood and down her thigh.

“This is a pretty good meal, Juggs,” Eddie complimented his wife’s from-scratch country cooking. We were having Meatloaf with mashed potatoes, fried okra and gravy. It was quite yummy.

“Thank you, Eddie,” she replied uncomfortably. The ice cubes had melted sufficiently so that she could speak clearly.

“Too bad you can’t enjoy it with us,” he reminded her. He wasn’t teasing her good-naturedly. He was talking down to his wife like a stern father would speak to an ugrateful child – and she accepted it with a nod.

The others either pretended not to notice or genuinely didn’t seem to care that their mother was constantly shifting and nervously attempting to stand still. Harley stood naked and ate at the table like it was perfectly normal. Her big boobs jiggled slightly as she did, but she made no attempt to hide her nudity from the rest of us. We could all see her thick-matted pubes and I could even make out the hint of her pussy lips beneath the hair.

“Watch much football?” Eddie asked my brother.

“A little,” Patrick admitted as he ate his food.

“I’ve had my eye on this Wide Receiver named Fred Biletnikoff. I predict that the Oakland Raiders are going to go all the way this year,” Eddie said casually. He was clearly soliciting opinions from the table.

His eldest son Lloyd said that none of his father’s football predictions ever came true. “The Raiders haven’t been to the Superbowl since 1968, Eddie.”

“I would bet money on it!” Eddie assured his son that they were going to win this year.

“What do you think Juggs? You keep fidgeting like you have something to say,” Eddie asked his wife casually without even looking up at her frustrated expression. She didn’t look miserable – more like exasperated and a little breathless.

“You know why I am fidgeting, Eddie,” Juggs was finally losing her cool. She seemed on edge as if she were about to have a melt down and she reached up to her breasts as if to touch them and brought her hands down to her side.

“I know. Gerald and Lloyd know. I am damn sure that Harley knows. Why don’t you tell Harley and Patrick so that they know why you can’t stand still?”