Chapter 12

[Floyd] Mid Aug

Unbeknownst to Floyd, Julia had a sudden idea and made a quick call to the Plonske agency. Four days later, she called Floyd at work. "I hate to tell you this, Floyd, but the trend continues." Her cryptic comment puzzled Floyd until she asked "Sally has boys eleven and thirteen, right?" Floyd was too frozen with the shocking realization to even reply. "They are getting a divorce and Bryce has the boys.

"Both of you - breakfast tomorrow," Julia said, not worrying about it sounding like an order.

Long into the night, Mary and Floyd argued, cried, and planned. At breakfast, they told Julia their final plan.

"The reason we are not in my office is so that I can listen as just a friend. This is not a fee session. I will not give you my professional comments on what you have planned, but I will help you as you have asked.

Brett was going to a two-week football camp the middle two weeks of August. It was the perfect time. That night, Floyd dialed his parents' home. When his mother, Ellen, answered, Floyd was brutally short. "You are coming out here alone for a week. Do not even argue or Father will hear everything. A ticket will be waiting for you at the airport."

"It will kill him if..."

"Don't even start to argue," Floyd said to cut her off. "This is not open for discussion."

After hanging up from his mother, he took a few breaths and dialed his sister. "Sally, I know that it is happening again." He heard her gasp. "I will tell your husband if you do not do exactly what I say."

"We are getting divorced," was her lifeless response.

"Then I will tell the police." That started Sally crying.

"You are coming out here for a week. The tickets will be at the airport and I will give you more details when it is time." He did not wait for her to say anything before hanging up.

The company picnic occurred before Floyd's mother was due to arrive. Even with the stress of the impending visit looming over them, they enjoyed themselves immensely. Some who did not see Floyd on any regular basis did not recognize him. Since it had been years since Mary had attended any company event, he generally had to introduce her for the first time.

Mary's full, mature figure could not rival some of the young sylphs that grace all businesses. All in all, though, her excellent conditioning, her healthy glow, and the pride that she was finally allowing herself to feel in her body brought her more attention than most of the more familiar young ones. Timidity had no chance against the months of total nudity she had been through.

For the first time in his memory, Floyd noticed the smiles and looks from female coworkers and wives. Mary missed no opportunity to tease him when some woman was checking him out. His boss spent quite a bit of time with them. She was the one person who knew of their stay at the Tee, and she seemed delighted with the changes.

The picnic was one more piece in the rebuilding of Floyd's ego.

Floyd had at first thought to have his mother and his sister there together, but Julia had talked him out of it. Since he would have to go to work, it would not have been fair to leave Mary with the two women. In addition, the bad blood between mother and daughter would have been an extra burden.

At Julia's suggestion, Mary was going to play a very obedient, borderline subservient role to Floyd for the two women's stays. He did not like that idea, and when he told her at home that he only wanted to think of her as his partner, it ignited a very intense session. In the afterglow, she could not resist teasing him. "Don't worry, Stud. Everyone knows who the real boss is." The confidence to tease him on that subject was a real sign of his progress.

Thus it was that together they met Ellen at the airport. From her expression, it was clear that she expected the worst from her stay. Little did she know.

Arriving at the house, she objected to her luggage being left in the car, but Floyd shrugged it off with a comment about taking care of it later. He did not waste a minute once they were all inside the house.

"Mother, this week is strictly for my healing. I can tell that your are worried about what is going to happen, and well you should be. For this week, you are going to be my absolute slave. Any disobedience or objection will be punished. If you persist, I will fly back with you and tell Father the entire story. Is that understood?"

"But that was all so long ago," Ellen whined. "I am truly sorry! What good will humiliating me do for you?"

"It will do a world of good. As you well remember, every time you told me to do something, I got aroused. I have lived - suffered - with that problem ever since. I am just beginning to get victory over it. This week and next week with Sally will put it to rest. Humiliating you will do me a tremendous amount of good and I will do it with relish. Now, strip!"

"Floyd, NO! You can't make me do that again! It's wrong! It's sinful! It's..."

'WHACK!' cut off her wails. Floyd had smacked his palm with a leather paddle. "The next blow will be to your bare ass, Mother! Your only choice is how you lose your clothes. I will not bother to struggle with you." He pulled out his phone and held it toward her. "There are two muscular young men waiting down the street ready to remove your clothes. Your choice."

Ellen started wailing in earnest, then she fell on her knees and began praying dramatically. Floyd let it go on for fifteen or twenty seconds before another WHACK! stopped her. "Did you fall on your knees in prayer before every time you abused me?" he snarled. "I suggest that the only way you should involve God in this in to seek forgiveness."

"Through her tears, Ellen said "I have sought forgiveness every day of my life."

"You may yet have my forgiveness," Floyd said, "but not until I have purged the demon that you brought into my body."

That concept, being referred to as an agent of the Devil, was too much for Ellen, and she fainted. With a nod to Mary, Floyd got right down on the floor and began removing Ellen's dress. Even though it was August, she wore a slip, stockings, and a girdle with garter clips. "Scissors!" Floyd snapped. Without even thinking about objecting to the order, Mary hurriedly brought him a heavy-duty one.

Ellen was lying on her side, so Floyd started right on her hip, laboring to slice through the unwieldy material of the girdle. Thinking quickly, Mary knelt in front of the woman and when she started to stir, Mary restrained her. "Hold still or you'll get cut!" Mary said sternly.

When the offending garments started to fall away, the couple looked at each other, made simultaneous faces, and said "Shower!" at the same time. It was humorous, but there was no mirth in their expressions or their words.

With just stockings and the tatters of her girdle and panties on her, Floyd hauled his mother to her feet. She was overweight, but not by a lot and she was was not tall, so getting her to her feet was not a strain for him. Once she was standing, he realized how he had been touching her and pulled away. "This way," he ordered. When Ellen did not move, Mary put a hand on her bare back and pushed with increasing force until Ellen began to follow Floyd, whimpering pathetically all the way.

In the master bathroom, Mary hung back and let Floyd start the shower. He told Ellen to sit on the closed toilet lid and remove what remained of her clothes. Once seated, she seemed unable to stand and expose herself again, so he once again pulled her to her feet and guided her into the open shower stall.

When Floyd felt that Ellen had had enough time to wash completely, he stepped into the shower and turned it off. Keeping his voice firm but not threatening, he told his mother "See the shaving gear and scissors there? Twenty minutes from now, you will come out into the bedroom with every bit of body hair below your neck shaved off clean and smooth. If you don't come out on time, I will come in and finish the job. Do you understand?"

Ellen started to nod, then a look of horror swept her face as the meaning of what he had said registered. "N ... n ... no! You can't... !" She had not noticed the paddle at Floyd's side, but when he brought it up into plain view, she recoiled and gasped. "But I've never ... I don't ... ohhhhhhhh!"

"What you miss, I'll have to get," he said flatly, then walked out.

As they sat in the chairs in the master bedroom, listening to Ellen's sobs over the sound of the water, Mary could see concern and some shame encroaching on his face. "Floyd!" she said firmly. "This is not the time for pity. Stay strong. For me. For both of us. We planned this out, now stick with it."

"You're right, Honey. It's just..."

"If it was just a natural son's feelings for his mother, I could understand you softening. But I'm afraid it's the old submission trying to take you over. Let's not live with that any more."

At almost exactly twenty minutes, Ellen came out of the bathroom area. Both hands were clasped in front of her crotch and she was crying and blushing at the same time.

"Mother, you need to realize and accept what this week is about. The main purpose is to free me of the sexual control you have had over me for all of these years."

"But I would never do..."

"It doesn't matter," he cut her off. "It happens with any woman. We are making progress, but I need this. Now, I have no desire to abuse you. There will be humiliation, but only because I need it to free myself of your hold. You are going to be a slave and you are going to act like it. If you decide right now to cooperate, there will be no pain and you will get through the week with the least trouble.

"As a slave, there are two positions you are to remain in when not doing some task or not given permission for some other position. Step over here closer, please." She did, hesitantly, hands still covering her crotch.

When she was close enough, he ordered her "Now, down on your knees." Her hesitation and resistance probably could not be cured in a week's time, but making her a good slave was not the intent of having her there. When she was finally on her knees, he told her "Put you hands on your knees."

"But ... but..."

"Mother, your bare pussy lips are going to be on display for everyone to see for the whole week. Do it!" Again the slow compliance. "Now, move your knees wider apart." She cried loudly and he had to slap the paddle to get her to spread the first centimeter. It took a couple of minutes before he was satisfied.

"Now, I know that your knees may be uncomfortable like that, so there is another position. Please stand up. Good. Clasp your hands behind your back." Ellen froze. She just could not do it. After staring at her for more than long enough, Floyd handed the paddle to Mary, who nodded, stood, and wound up to smack Ellen right on her ass. It was not planned that way, but reflex made Ellen move her hands behind her to protect her bottom and it accomplished the ordered exposure.

"Keep your hands back there!" Floyd snapped. "Now, move your feet wider apart. Wider! Still wider! Good. One other thing: whether you are kneeling or standing like that, you will always face me. Understood?"

"You must be hungry, Ellen," Mary said. "It's lunch time. I will direct you in preparing it. It will take a little to learn my kitchen."

After a lunch that Ellen barely nibbled at, the shocks continued for her. "Your pallor looks unhealthy, Mother. One thing you WILL get from the week here is a decent tan. Let's go out side. Here is some sun-block." No amount of assurance that the patio and pool were completely private seemed to make a difference. It took the threat of the paddle once more.

Mary and Floyd swam for the fairly short periods that Ellen could stand for her first exposure. They had begun to enjoy skinny-dipping, but they donned suits with Ellen present.

When they were back in the house, they kept piling on the shocks. "There will be five for dinner," Mary said. "We need to start the roast now and you might as well do the potatoes ahead of time. We're having mashed."

"F ... f ... five?" They could see Ellen sway as the implications hit her. When she threw Mary a desperately pleading look, Mary just shook her head. Both women knew what the question was. Mary did not raise any objection when Ellen staggered to a chair and sat. "Wh ... who?"

"Oh, just Lindsey and her fiance," Mary answered, forcing a light, off-hand tone. She had really worried about how she would handle the stressful week, especially since she would be alone with Ellen when Floyd went to work. She was finding it easier than she had thought to see Ellen as the original cause of so much bad that had happened to her family.

Mary suspected that the absolutely miserable, defeated expression that Ellen wore as she got to her feet was more real than just dramatization. "How can you help him do this to another woman?" Ellen asked after a few minutes of puttering.

Mary lost it. "Don't give me that! I am fighting to rebuild my marriage and to try to save the last scraps of my family. I will do anything it takes to anyone I have to. We have made every parenting mistake possible and it is mostly my fault." She went on to recount what they had done to Lindsey and how they had spoiled Brett. She went into great detail for several minutes, and did not even try to restrain the tears.

"Many times, Floyd knew I was doing things wrong, but he did not try to stop me. You know why? Because you had emasculated him! So, don't even try to get sympathy out of me!"

From the first few seconds of Mary's tirade, Ellen had sat slack-jawed, barely breathing, too shocked to cry or to react in any way. When Mary ran down, she turned away from Ellen and puttered with cooking utensils for a while.

"Don't worry about Lindsey and Mark seeing you. Mark works with naked women every day, and Lindsey is there often."

"WHAT?" Ellen asked incredulously.

"Let me tell you the miracle of why Lindsey will even talk to us," Mary said gently. She proceeded to blow Ellen away with the whole story of the Tee and the changes they had gone through.

Ellen was no shrinking violet. Even sitting there as exposed as she was, her strong judgmental side came through. "How could you go to that place and profess to be a believer. How could you do this to me?"

"Ellen, do not - I repeat DO NOT - spout your distorted version of Christianity in this house. It almost ruined my family until I discovered that a lot of what my parents beat me about the head with all my life had little if anything to do with what the Bible teaches. You did the same thing to Floyd at the same time you sexually abused him.

"Yes, some of the things we have been through and have done are very hard to reconcile with our faith. Right now, we are having to start over and discover what is real about our faith and what is just added on by small-minded, power-hungry people. So, if you want to debate true Christianity, be prepared for a very large shock!"

Once again, Mary had to compose herself after a tirade. She again puttered for a while, then turned to Ellen and said "This is your job for the week. Get busy." Ellen actually jumped to her feet. Anything to escape more of Mary's wrath.

Ellen had worked for a half-hour our so under Mary's direction when Mary said "Ellen, Lindsey is a wonderful young woman. If you will just forget your nakedness and have some good grandmother time with her tonight, we will avoid embarrassing you in any way. If you turn judgmental, though, you will be treated like a slave."

Since Mark had worked with almost every newly-naked resident at the Tee, he was able to calm Ellen much more quickly than anyone would have expected. Whether because of Mark's skill or because some of what Mary had said had sunk in, Ellen had the longest conversation ever with her granddaughter.

Sunday, the next day, Mary and Floyd went to church, but Ellen was not left alone. In an unprecedented move, Julia arrived as they were leaving, and conducted a long session with Ellen. What was even more unprecedented was that she stripped and took Ellen out to the patio. They sat in the shade and talked. Julia's idea was that the more unnatural the situation for Ellen, the more open she might be. For the sake of the Halls, Julia wanted very much to make a start toward some real change in Floyd's mother.

Floyd had used all of the off days he could spare during the troubled times, so he had to report to work on Monday. He was able, though, to go in very, very early and come home for three or four hours from mid-morning until after lunch.

Ellen spent her time doing all of the menial household tasks, whether they needed doing or not. At least twice a day, she sunned. Every evening, a different couple from the Tee came for dinner. She was not told that they worked at the Tee, but their casual reaction to her naked body made the situations barely tolerable.

As the week went on, Floyd did not insist on Ellen assuming the positions when company was present. She discovered on her own that being a constantly busy servant was more to her liking. Knowing Mary and Floyd's objective, all of the guests did their best to engage Ellen in conversation, even though there was often little of common interest.

When the young couples, Andi and Andy and Trish and Terry were the guests, Ellen had the most trouble. They were so skillful, however, that the dinners went without traumatic incident.

Julia made time every day to stop and talk to Ellen. She had no illusions of bringing about major change, but she could gauge whether the week was meeting Floyd's objectives. It was a strain on her crowded schedule and the next week would be no different, but it was Lindsey's family. Lindsey was the closest thing to a daughter that Julia ever had, or wanted to have.

Friday night was Ellen's last of the visit. Mary and Floyd had rather warmly debated the final test that Floyd wanted to try, and it had not been mentioned to Julia. He had agreed to try it only if he was sure.

Ellen was surprised when after a rather loud, rather long session of lovemaking that she could hear from her room, Mary came to her room and said simply "Come with me."

The master bedroom was brightly lit. Mary instructed Ellen to wait, and returned a moment later with a wet washrag and a towel. Ellen almost collapsed when Mary pulled back the covers to expose Floyd's naked, messy crotch. Hiding her own near panic, Mary leaned over and spread Floyd's legs wide apart. "Clean him up," Mary said nervously, handing Ellen the washrag.

Ellen was shaking so she could hardly hold the rag and Mary had to tell her twice more what to do, the last time very sternly. Shaking so badly she could hardly hold the rag, Ellen began with Floyd's thighs. She could not look at his face, but his eyes seemed fastened on her.

When Mary could tell that Ellen was stalling and avoiding his genitals, she said "Ellen. Clean his penis. Lift it up and get it good and wet." When Ellen hurried through the task, Mary made her do it better. "Now his testicles. Get way under them," Mary ordered. When Ellen had done a passable job on them, Mary said "His pubic hair is still messy." Ellen knew what she was supposed to do.

This had been Floyd's idea, but as his mother was cleaning him up, he wondered what he had been thinking. He did not know what would happen if he started to swell. Would he be thrown back into the old responses, or had he made enough progress to survive it and retain the gains he had made? During the entire week, there had never been a time when he had felt the old arousal at anything Ellen had said or done. On the contrary, her generally pathetic demeanor and lack of sexual attractiveness had left him wondering why it had ever been a problem.

Mary was stringing things out, though. Why was she taking such a chance? Keeping his eyes locked on his mother was his best move. She did not look at all domineering or imposing. She looked - pathetic. There was nothing the least bit arousing about the whole situation. He was going to make it!

"Ellen, you didn't do the loose skin behind the head well enough. That's where a dangerous fungal infection could take hold, you know."

Ellen gasped and froze. Exactly that had happened to an infant son of Ellen's friend, back when Floyd was a baby. That fear had eventually led to the perversion. Mary, except for one tirade, had been remarkably civil to and considerate of Ellen all week long. Now, she had just delivered the most exquisite dagger thrust to the heart that she could ever have come up with.

Ellen just dropped the rag, turned and started slowly out of the room. Mary had another horribly cruel blow to deliver, but it was not intentional. It came out of her pure joy at the success of the risky experiment, and the signal that her husband was finally restored to full manhood.

While Ellen was still stumbling from the room, Mary burst into tears of joy, dove on top of Floyd, and began saying over and over "It worked! It worked! You stayed soft! You stayed soft! She can't hurt you any more!"

Ellen was by training and by self-discipline not an introspective person. She knew what she believed to be true and wasted little mental energy re-evaluating those truths. Truths were to be used as standards for making judgments.

As she rode the plane home, uncomfortable seeds of doubt were eroding some of her long-treasured truths. As she had prepared to leave, Mary had laid out for her a lightweight summer dress, bra, panties, and sandals. That was less than Ellen usually wore to bed, but Mary had told her the only option was to fly naked.

All week, Ellen had been bothered by the all-over tan she was getting, concerned about what her husband would think if he discovered it. On the plane, she found herself saddened by the thought that he was unlikely ever to notice. It had almost seemed like Mary and Floyd had been showing off their sexual escapades. After the first couple of times, Ellen could not work up any indignation, only a feeling of loss.

For twenty-five years, Ellen had been haunted by what she had had to acknowledge was sexual abuse of her son. Until the forced visit, however, she really had no idea of the true impact on Floyd, or the 'ripples' that affected so many others. Increased awareness of the impact of her sin battled relief that Floyd seemed to be gaining victory over it.

What would haunt Ellen for the rest of her days, though, was Mary's exuberant, spontaneous cry 'She can't hurt you any more!' How does a mother live with that?

[Jessica] Mid August

It was the middle of August and Jessica had been at the Tee for about six weeks. There was no question that it had brought about great changes in her. For one thing, just her acceptance of the nudity was an almost unbelievable turnaround.

Not all of the resident women had had the best experiences with men, but none of them held the terribly warped views that Marie had hammered into her daughter.