Chapter 9

Saturday is my usual day to sleep in. I awoke when I heard a lot of abrupt laughter in the kitchen. I quickly got dressed and went out of my room to see what it was.

Heather was standing in the kitchen wearing her itty-bitty bikini. The others were laughing and carrying on. I was puzzled why Heather was doing this.

“Laugh it up, guys,” Heather told them while she made breakfast. She thought nothing of her displaying her cute butt as she paraded around the kitchen and bent over at the stove. She was preparing breakfast. I could see the slightly darker flesh around my daughter’s butthole with only a tiny sliver of material covering the actual sphincter.

My wife was seated at the table with the kids. She was the only one who was not amused. Heather’s siblings were having a blast over this new spectacle.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I wiped the sleep out of my eyes.

“We thought you insisted that Heather make breakfast like this after last night,” Karen explained.

“No, Daddy didn’t make me,” Heather turned around. Her big boobs swung as she moved quickly. I thought Edgar was going to fall out of his chair. “I was supposed to wash his truck last weekend, and I didn’t do that. I am going to make it up to him. First, I am going to make breakfast for everyone. You guys can laugh at me if you want. This is my way of making it up to you and saying I am sorry for being a brat yesterday,” she looked at each one of the family as she spoke.

“You sure it’s not your way of showing off your goodies?” Amanda giggled.

“Trust me, I was embarrassed last weekend, and I am still a little humiliated. I shouldn’t have caused a scene last night, and I am sorry I stole Dad’s credit card. That’s a big violation of trust. IF you guys aren’t going to punish me, then I’ll punish myself.”

My daughter has CHOSEN to punish herself in front of the family. It wasn’t at MY direction. I was livid because this was not our deal. I saw no reason to bring the kids and, most of all, HER MOTHER into this.

“You stole from your dad and me. Do you really think that wearing a little bikini and flitting around while making biscuits makes up for that?” Karen asked.

“No, but Dad told me to clean his truck last weekend, and you guys all laughed at me, and then you made him let me out of it. I am going to at least finish what I started,” Heather challenged my wife.

“We laughed because it was funny,” Steve snickered. I was a little worried that it was going to alter my relationship with my daughter now - possibly make me seem like the bad guy at home.

Was this what Heather wanted all along? I began to suspect that this was all some elaborate set-up.

I was secretly fuming that Heather had forced my hand on this. I felt perhaps she was doing this to embarrass me, so that I would punish her harder later.

“I didn’t MAKE your father let you out of it,” Karen insisted. I didn’t want to argue about the specifics of last weekend. “I really didn’t think it bothered YOU to be outside shaking your booty in that little bikini anyway.”

“Well, it IS embarrassing,” Heather grabbed her butt cheeks to imply that she was ashamed to be hanging out like that in the kitchen. It was a convincing move, although I knew better. “Dad knew that I bought this suit with no intention of actually ever getting it wet, and he wanted to humiliate me by making me go outside and wash your car and his truck.”

“He should make you mow the grass, too,” Steve joked. That was Steve’s job around the house, and it was overdue.

“Fine, I will if it will make Mom and Dad forgive me. I’ll clean the whole damned house and wait on you guys hand and foot all weekend if that will help.”

“That’s a start,” my wife chuckled in disbelief.

“You don’t think I would?” she asked.

“I think you want something, Heather. You always do when you volunteer to do housework.”

“Dad, tell them?” Heather pouted.

“Look, let me stop you right there, Heather. I see what you are trying to do, and it’s not going to work,” I said. I could tell that Heather was trying to goad my wife into punishing her. “I should have been honest when this first started, but I didn’t think you guys would understand. Heather, go out to the truck and show them what I bought for you.”

“What?” Karen was aghast and suddenly upset. The others were confused, and Heather seemed reluctant. I told her it was time to come clean. Heather dashed off to get the chastity belt as I commanded.

“I have been punishing Heather for the last week when you guys aren’t home. It’s drastically improved her attitude, but she can still be a little rude and snotty. You guys admit that she has been a lot easier to deal with, right?”

Everyone did. Heather came right back in, holding the chastity belt. I waited for the laughter to die down.

“Heather has been wearing that under her clothes at work. She even had it on when we were at Outback. It prevents her from playing with herself or fucking total strangers. She’s been seeing guys on an app and charging them money.”

“Oh my god,” Karen was visibly upset. The others found this intensely amusing. Heather stood there looking rather pale as she held the chastity belt.

“I was concerned that she would eventually get hurt or kidnapped, and so I forbid her to see anyone without my approval. I also made her wear the outfit to work because I was worried she was having sex with some of her customers. I’ve been dropping her off and picking her up at work to ensure she shows up on time. I talk to the hostess and the manager, and they make sure that she puts in a full day of work. Her tips have been astronomical compared to what she was making and because of her hard work her manager moved her to full-time.”

My wife calmed down a little.

“She didn’t steal my card to buy that chastity belt. I bought that, and I bought a paddle to spank her butt, among other things. She DID steal from us. When we loaned her money in the past, she spent a lot of it buying dildos and sex toys. I locked all of those up, and I only allow her to use them when she behaves.”

I found it hard to look at my family while I told them. It sounded outrageous when I admitted it out loud. I made it clear that Heather and I were not forbidden to say that we loved each other and that all of this was done out of a desire to better her.

“Heather and I made a few other rules. I am not permitted to compliment her or tell her what a good job she is doing. She asked for that because she has a hard time with praise, and she would rather keep her nose to the grindstone than get a swollen ego.”

Heather nodded and agreed.

“I am also not allowed to thank her, and I am allowed to tease her and make fun of her because it actually embarrassed her and motivated her to try harder.”

Steve laughed and said that he highly approved of that rule. Amanda called him a ‘fart head’ and asked how it would feel to be ridiculed.

“Daddy’s right,” Heather interjected. “I asked for that rule. It’s embarrassing to admit, but when he is hard on me, I feel like working harder and behaving myself. I am so very sorry I’ve been rude to you guys. I’ve been rude to you most of all, Edgar. I have done some really low-down shit to you. I guess hearing the truth in some of the teasing has made me accept responsibility for my actions and not want to be that person anymore.”

Karen looked annoyed and clearly did not approve of any of this. “I am disturbed that you punished our daughter without telling me,” She was angry with me. “I am also unsure what your angle is, Heather, but I feel that you always have an angle.”

“I know, and that’s why I would have to prove that I don’t. That I just want to make amends for my past behavior and be kept from being naughty.”

Heather frequently used the word naughty to describe her behavior. She was far more depraved than my definition of ‘naughty.’

“I was not prepared to have this discussion this morning, Heather. I am confused by what you want and what you hope to gain by telling us all of this,” Karen looked at me as she addressed our daughter because, obviously, she wanted an explanation from either of us.

“What I should have done when this first began was approach you and discuss it with you, and I am sorry about that,” I addressed my wife, Karen. “Since everybody knows, I am just going to tell you that this began after Heather intentionally destroyed my Fantasy Football team.”

“Jesus, Dad loves Fantasy Football!” Steven laughed.

“She admitted she had wasted the money she borrowed from me on sex toys, she was earning money hustling men off of a dating app, and that she was working with both her mother and me by asking us independently for loans on a car note that she was not even paying,” I explained. I said that given Heather’s history of dishonesty and manipulative behavior, I could understand why they may wonder if this was yet another of her ideas of a ‘joke’ or ‘prank,’ but I assured them that it wasn’t.

I told them all I later learned about how she pranked Edgar and used the example of setting him up for a fall with one of her friends and then yanking his shorts down at the pool in front of her.

Edgar turned a deep shade of red that now the family knew his secret shame. It had to come out, though. It was all Heather’s doing!

“It was actually Heather’s idea that I embarrass her much the same way. She wanted to be punished and restricted. I thought if I told you guys, you would tease her mercilessly and not really understand what I was trying to do. I’ve been taking her out at night and making her humiliate herself in public because Heather’s ego is so huge.”

“It looks like you have also been spanking her bottom,” Karen blushed as she noted the bruises on Heather’s backside.

“Yes, I have a paddle, and I spank her, make her stand in the corner, or even eat a bar of soap when she misbehaves. I have her clean up during the day and polish the toilets and bathrooms.”

“I’ve noticed that’s been happening. I just thought somebody’s aim has been improving,” Karen looked at our sons to imply that they missed the seat and piss on the floor.

“What I propose is that I continue punishing her around the house even when you are home,” I said.

“How long would this punishment last?” Karen asked skeptically.

“As long as necessary, Heather would likely remain in punishment until she is ready to move out. Every penny that she spends is recorded in her budget, and she isn’t permitted to spend a dime without permission. She’d take on all the house chores from everyone, including cleaning all of your rooms, laundry, lawn care, and cooking and dishes.”

Her brothers and sister were ecstatic to hear that they would be chore-free.

“I see,” Karen said. “I like to cook sometimes,” was her only condition. I was happy to say that anytime anyone wants a snack or a drink, all they have to do is tell Heather to make it for them, but that Karen could always commandeer the kitchen and make us a delicious meal.

“Is Heather going to do what I tell her as well? Or only you?” my wife asked.

“She’ll do whatever you say! She’ll even wait on the kids if you want.”

“This is quite a bit to take in, Mike,” Karen needed to think about it. I assured her that would be fine with me.

“The bikini is fine for washing the cars and doing the lawn,” my wife gave some thought to her next choice of words. “Does she really have to clean the house in that outfit, though? It leaves very little to the imagination.”

“Actually, I have the perfect outfit that will humiliate her and allow her to wear her chastity belt,” I smiled. I had Heather serve everyone breakfast but made sure that she didn’t set a plate for herself at the table.

In a few minutes, I took her upstairs and had Heather back in the chastity belt, wearing the skimpy maid outfit and the pig nose that we picked up. Heather looked excited, perhaps even enthusiastic, to begin waiting on us.

“You may stand at the table, hands behind your head, and wait. If anyone drops a fork, or has an empty glass, don’t ask! just fill it. You can wait on us and eat the leftovers after we finish.”

“Do I have to stand to eat, Daddy?”

“Yes, of course. Why should you sit on your fat butt,” I said.

Heather didn’t argue. There was snickering and amusement while we sat at the table. Everyone kept looking at Heather, waiting for her to break character and stick out her tongue at them. She remained sullen and impassive.

“You can smile, Heather. No one wants to look at your angry face,” I said. Heather smiled and became a little more relaxed.

“I didn’t say slouch, lazy butt. Chin up, tits out, shoulder’s back!”

“We can tease her like that too?” Amanda asked for permission.

“Yeah, when she gets tired of this, you’ll be on her vengeance list,” Steve warned.

“No vengeance list, Steve,” Heather promised. “I called you plenty of names to your face and behind your back. You can say anything you want to me, just not thank you, your welcome, or what a good job I am doing. Is that fair?”

“That’s easy, fart-face,” Steve tested the waters. When Heather thanked him, he was pleasantly surprised.

“I don’t want the dining room table to turn into a constant insult-fest,” Karen warned. “Heather, why don’t you sit down? You’ve proven your point. You are willing to be punished for your past behavior. This is silly, though.”

“I’d really rather stand, Mom. I do need consequences, and I’d like to do this.”

That afternoon while my daughter stood at the table and ate from the remains of the plates of her siblings, I wrote down an amended set of rules and expectations.

I outlined how all of the chores would be done by her and that she would be grateful for every command she was given. It was Amanda who suggested that she curtsy any time she is given an order.

Heather blushed as she put one leg behind the other and dipped the first to curtsy for her little sister.

“You are really wearing that chastity belt?” Amanda asked. Heather’s maid costume barely covered her butt cheeks, and any time she bent over, we could see the hint of her ass crack and the metal bars.

“Yes,” Heather said while standing at the table and eating.

“Lift your skirt and show us,” Amanda instructed very plainly.

Steve and Edgar laughed loudly at the very notion and Karen protested.

“You said we could order her to do anything, right?” Amanda looked at me for confirmation.

“Obviously, nothing that would put her in harm’s way or get her arrested,” I clarified. “It’s okay. You’ve seen her in a bikini bottom that shows more. You may as well satisfy your curiosity. You are going to see her get spanked. Is that okay, Karen?”

“Yes, I suppose so,” my wife nodded reluctantly.

Heather lifted her skirts all the way up both in the front and the back.

“Oh my gosh, the metal bars in the back hold your booty crack apart!” Amanda laughed as she stared right at Heather’s butt. Heather blushed and nodded. “What is that in the middle?”

“That’s a butt plug,” Heather explained with an embarrassed expression.

“How do you poop?” Edgar asked as he stared at his older sister’s pretty parted ass.

“I do not when I have that in. I need permission to go poop,” she admitted.

“Why do you have to wear it?” Steve asked with a look of disgust.

Heather looked at me to explain. I told her to answer their questions HONESTLY.

“I get tempted to stick things up my ass to amuse myself. Daddy also likes to make me wait to go poop and hold it for a long time, but I guess the main reason is that Daddy said that I am a pain in the ass, so I should be reminded with a pain in MY ass.,” Heather smiled, and the family laughed. Even Karen found that to be a little funny.

“Can we give you permission to go poop?” Edgar asked very bluntly.

“That’s up to Daddy. He has the only key,” Heather said.

“It’s LOCKED in your butt?” Amanda found that absolutely hysterical.

Karen told the kids that they would not be unlocking their sister or giving her permission to use the bathroom. “Obviously, I will get matching keys?” Karen asked me.

“Yes, of course,” she said.

“What about in the front?” Amanda twirled her fingers so that her older sister would spin around and show them.

“The metal grid in the front prevents me from playing with myself, and then sometimes, if I am particularly bad, then Daddy makes me put a paper clit on my clit before he locks me up. I don’t have one on there now,” she admitted.

I think the room exploded into hysteria, but her mother was not amused. “How long do you leave this clip on there?”

“A few hours, or sometimes all day at work. It feels like a little ant is biting me. He may also make me wear clothes pins on my nipples, but never at work.”

“That’s very uh ... suggestive,” Karen was clearly uncomfortable.

“I enjoy touching myself, and using my body to get what I want. Dad found it ironic to use how sensitive my boobs and clit were to punish me and make me aware of what a pain I could be.”

“We can stop doing that if you are uncomfortable,” I offered my wife. I was blushing. “It’s supposed to make her uncomfortable, but it hurts far less than a good old-fashioned spanking. Those really sting!”

“Oh no,” Karen insisted. I should mention, though, with my wife, when she says something, it doesn’t always mean what she says. She can be a little passive-aggressive. “I just wish I knew this before the kids found out. It’s very sexual in nature. I suppose we’ll have to see the first time that Heather gets in trouble and needs a spanking.”

“Daddy doesn’t wait for me to get in trouble over a specific thing,” Heather explained as she held her skirt up. “He spanks me pretty regularly just to sort of keep my mind on my behavior.”

I was reluctant to give a demonstration. “Go out to the truck. Bring back the paddle, right now Slut!”

“May I put my skirt down?” she asked submissively. It was strangely surreal.

“Not until you get the paddle,” I replied.

Heather dashed out the front door and into the driveway to retrieve the paddle.

I told the kids that if they were uncomfortable witnessing a spanking that they could leave the room.

None of them did.

I was livid, and I felt that if they remained, then they deserved to see what happened next. They were old enough to understand a spanking on the bottom!

Although, this was far from the old-fashioned spankings my wife and I received when we were growing up. I knew that as well, but I was somewhat in denial about that fact.

I was simply angry with Heather, and I wanted to call whatever ‘bluff.’ If she was going to embarrass me in front of her mom and siblings, then I was going to show her how that truly felt.

“When I was a little girl, my father used to spank us in the living room. However, that was a different time period. I am a little concerned about the need to spank a 19-year-old girl, but we’ve come this far,” Karen seemed willing to entertain the idea.

Heather dashed back into the house, curtsied as she offered the paddle, and waited.

“Turn around, lift your skirt up, and present your fat ass! Grab your thighs,” I said. I smacked her butt and my daughter counted.

“Is that as hard as you hit?” Karen asked.

“No, but I don’t want to freak you guys out.”

“I suppose the time for being freaked out has long since passed. What do you do, Mike?” she asked.

“Take the dress all the way off. Leave the pig nose,” I instructed. Heather stripped and let her tits pop out. I made her spread her legs apart and grab her ankles. She was still wearing the chastity belt. The metal wires in the back that held her ass cheeks apart seemed fairly obscene.

“I always ask questions that make her reflect upon her shortcomings and recent mistakes,” I swished the air a few times. I landed a nice powerful swat on her ass and made her count.

“Two! thank you,”

“What do you think now that the entire family knows you need punishment?” I asked as I landed another swat on her ass. Heather’s head moved forward with the rest of her body and she quickly returned to position.

“Three! I think that I prefer being honest and that I deserve to be punished.”

“Do you care that your brothers can see your boobs?” I swatted her pretty round rum again. I was leaving a nice rosy mark on her ass. The kids were chuckling. They had no empathy for their sister’s condition.