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Family Feud IV

Chapter 11 The Chapter That Will Be Jacked Off To More Than All Others


The Family Feud IV

Chapter Eleven

The Chapter That Will Be Jacked Off To More Than All Others


STAR COUNT:

WENDY: 51

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 5,3,0,0,1

JAMIE: 59

Get out of jail cards: 1

WHORE: 4,3,0,0,0


**Note to reader: The story returns to the original narrative voice.


“Are you afraid, stupid girl?” Delilah was wickedly thrashing the bottom of Jamie's feet and around the bottom of her thighs while Jamie kept her feet pulled up over her chest -this time without need of restraint.


“No Ma'am” Jamie's crystal blue eyes were telling Delilah that Jamie was lying when she said that as another strike came down on her tender feet.


“Well you should be,” Delilah sent Jimmy to fetch 'the sauce' and he reluctantly minded his sister after she told him a second time.


“No, you can't punish me more before he gets here, that isn't fair!” Jamie pleaded desperately but a part of her was already resigned to the outcome of Delilah’s decision.


“What are you afraid of? That you'll get off even more if I turn up the punishment a notch?” It wasn't the pain as much as the evil hiss of the dowel when Delilah whipped it through the air that intimidated Jamie. “You should be thanking me – first you'll get a proper punishing for your foul deeds this morning and second the more punishment you endure, if you aren't getting off on it – it will only strengthen your case when Dr. Hooker gets here.”


Jamie said nothing until another strike dug into her feet and Delilah reiterated “No really – you SHOULD be thanking me!”


“Yesss Ma’hammmmm” Jamie’s voice quivered as she tearfully delivered her “Thank you S-sso much for punishing me today.” followed by giggles from the Waxerman boys who were attentively watching the power exchange unfold between the two girls.


Just a few weeks earlier Jamie would never have even considered being punished this way. Now it actually felt appropriate on some level to her that she endure this punishment and a small piece of her not only accepted it but wanted to face the challenge she was being offered and she hated that piece of her. Jamie was conflicted on many levels, which had completely transcended the original scope of the payback she was allowing her father and brother. She would not have time to consider how much was chemically induced from the hormone treatments she had been receiving, and how much was opiate induced from the confusing pleasure signals her body was sending when physical or mental pain was delivered onto her sensitive teenage body.


There had been the guilt of what she had done to put herself in this position and there had been a desire to help her mother go through with what they both had agreed to endure – but there was so much more to this experience and now was not the time to reach an epiphany while lyingnaked on Mrs. Waxerman’s Egyptian style rug with Jimmy Waxerman’s smiling face standing over her with an upturned bottle of Texas Pete Hot Sauce.


Jimmy shook the sauce bottle over her bare pussy dripping red pepper sauce all over the girl’s delicate pink sliver and immediately sending a shock down her spine. “Get enough up there Jimmy, it will cover the fishy smell.” Delilah’s hurtful words barely registered on Jamie who was already gyrating and taking her arms from her knees to try to console her pained pussy. “Zeke, get her arms and pull them over her head.”


The boy obeyed his sister by springing over Jamie’s head and grabbing her arms while she thrashed about in tears, kicking her legs in vain hope that it would relieve the burning pain in her pussy.


“Oh Boo-Hoo! Get it together before Doctor Hooker gets here.” Delilah had absolutely no empathy for the girl’s new level of pain. The boys were oblivious to how it might feel and were too amused to give it much thought. “That was just a taste of the hot sauce, when I offer it to you when Doctor Hooker gets here you better pull one of your white alerts and agree to it, unless you want my Aunt and brother’s here to know what it means.”


Jamie nodded her head in understanding as tears rolled down her cheek and her rapid breathing began to come back under her control. She voluntarily assumed her position to pull her knees over her chest on her back as the boy’s released her.


Gordon returned with their next door neighbor, “See I told you Doctor Hooker, she WANTS to be punished.”


James Hooker looked down on the naked girl who had just mowed his perfectly manicured grass and cleaned his already clean house with something approaching sympathy, “Is this true?” as he shook his head in mock disgust.


Through tear clenched eyes Jamie managed to say as sweetly as she could muster “Yes Sir, my father caught me doing something disgusting and that is why I had to leave your house promptly at 7:30, to ask Mrs. Waxerman to punish me.”


Dr. Hooker had asked Jamie many questions about her life earlier but he hadn’t believed the outrageous answers she was giving – she was so perky and accepting of her situation it just didn’t add up to him. Every time he had tried to drill down into the real reasons behind her behavior he felt she was putting up walls. This new spectacle, with her flat on her back, with her knees pulled up to her chest asking for punishment, only made him suspect there was so much more to this situation. “Is Mrs. Waxerman home?” he asked trying to keep a serious face – he was the only adult in the room and he didn’t want to let on that this was turning him on in the most delicious way.


“Why no she isn’t, which is why I felt it was best to summon you so you can tell my Aunt that we did our best to punish her in the most proper way so this little scamp wouldn’t be late getting home.” Delilah’s tone had a naďve and childlike tone for the Doctor’s benefit. He suspected she was a very devious girl but he saw no harm in letting her talk to him that way.


“What exactly is it you did wrong?” James crossed the living room to have a seat next to Delilah when none was offered.


“I didn’t shit when I was given an opportunity and then fifteen minutes later I texted for permission, Sir.” Jamie breathed in and added, “And, I shit in a puddle behind one of the stands at the Flea Market, Sir” just as she had answered her brother earlier that day before she left.


The boys were still giggling when Doctor Hooker asked, “Why didn’t you use the restroom when you were given an opportunity?” in a serious voice as if this were as normal as forgetting one’s homework or leaving the faucet on.


Jamie answered as if she were in one of her ‘affirmations’ by saying “I am just a stupid, ungrateful cunt Sir and didn’t think ahead.”


The Doctor not realizing that Jamie had spent a week practicing to affirm these things was once again frustrated by her easy acceptance of something she knew she wasn’t. “There is a deeper reason. Did you want to get caught?”


“No Sir!” Jamie answered sharply – as if on que Delilah brought the rod down on her already tender feet in response to her answer. Delilah was getting bored and wanted to get on with the punishment. She didn’t realize that at that very moment Jamie’s mind was spinning with possible answers to the Doctor’s open ended question – not only this one but the ones he asked earlier in the afternoon while she polished his floors and door knobs in the nude. Had Delilah realized that Jamie’s anticipation of the punishment, and her mental wranglings with the questions were both driving her crazy she would have taken much more delight in them.


“I had just been fucked in the ass for the first time Sir, and I didn’t realize it would make me have to shit, Sir.” Jamie finally blurted out to a fresh wave of laughter from the Waxerman boys at her crude remarks.


“Your language is so coarse and vulgar. I really don’t understand why you talk this way?” Dr. Hooker asked while admonishing her. Jamie couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed he didn’t seem to intuitively understand why things had to be this way.


“I am not allowed to use euphemisms for my answers, Sir. I have to be willing to talk as crude and as base as my behavior.” She tried not to sound as if she pitied him that he couldn’t figure that out on his own and instead treated it like a reaffirmation of the rules she had been living under. That was a familiar feeling to her and it made her less nervous about revealing herself as such a slut to him. She knew had she been in this position with the Doctor a few weeks earlier, she would be even more embarrassed about these admissions then she already was. She couldn’t quite explain to herself why that might be other than the fact that it had been much harder to talk like this around people who knew the ‘old Jamie’, when she was a naďve cheerleader and wasn’t under her father and brother’s thumb.


The Doctor was about to patiently ask why she felt her behavior was that way when Delilah interrupted him “Oh you are a cruel and vile man, Doctor Hooker – I do see what you are a doin’.”


“What is that?” he asked turning his head from the frightened teenage girl on the floor.


“You want to drag this slutty girl’s confession out until she is late getting home so that she will be punished for that when she gets home. I do declare that I had no idea you were such a wicked man.” She smiled at him behind the veil of a false admiration. In truth, she simply wanted him to get on with the punishment.


“Oh, that is the farthest from the truth, well what exactly is the punishment?” He asked genuinely trying to clarify. He had only been curious about this enigmatic sexy girl who seemed to be a glutton for her own humiliation by his own estimation.


“That is an excellent question, Doctor Hooker.” Delilah grinned a wintry smile before looking down at Jamie like a spider before the fly and asking her, “What exactly should your punishment be?”


The question surprised Jamie and there was a noticeable drop in the giggles from the Waxerman boy’s when she failed to answer right away.


Delilah sliced the rod into the soles of her prey’s delicate feet to punctuate her question, “Do you have a hearing problem? I asked what your punishment ought to be.”


“No Ma’am, I heard you. I thought I was to offer myself to your mercies to pick a suitable punishment to fit my offense? Was that not the reason for me to offer my feet to you in this way?” Jamie answered suddenly confused that Delilah had put the decision on what type of punishment back in her lap.


“That was just to get your attention, dear heart.” Delilah dragged the tip of the rod down Jamie’s thigh slowly as she added, “I thought you would want to give my brother’s a little show. Like you and your mother do every day after school.”


The mention of Jamie’s mom only percolated Dr. Hooker’s interest even more although he tried not to show it. Delilah noticed that his trousers were fully tented even if behind his well-trimmed beard she could not tell his expression. His imagination was soaring thinking about how the mother fit into this interesting puzzle as he imagined how many chapters it might take to tell the full story behind this. This was all simply so over the top that he continued to wonder if he were being filmed secretly in some twisted practical joke.


“You are a lazy little brat, making everyone else come up with ways to correct you. I want you to put your WHITE thinking cap on and come up with a way for us to punish you that will teach you the error of your ways, and amuse everyone here.” Delilah was reminding Jamie she knew all about the little game they played with her aunt and the ‘white alert’ code where the girls were supposed to act like wanton sluts in need of direction.


“May I kneel before you to ask for my punishment, Ma’am?” Jamie’s response was so natural and authentic that even she wasn’t sure if she was playing along with the ‘white alert’ code or she had meant it. Delilah may have just been fucking with her head about coming up with her own punishment but it actually made sense to her on some level.


“Why, don’t you do your best work on your back, slutty girl?” Delilah prodded her with the birch dowel.


“Yes Ma’am, I just thought you may want me to kneel so that I could answer your question respectfully.” Jamie said in the sweetest possible way, without a trace of sarcasm. It almost made Delilah feel sorry for her – almost.


“That is a good point, but I think our guests here are enjoying looking at those little holes of yours winking at them.” Delilah cooed in response shedding her pretense of being a sweet little country girl around Dr. Hooker.


“I have been trained to kneel so that my holes are always on display for the amusement of my betters, Ma’am.” Jamie answered honestly – it was almost as if these skills and trainings were starting to pay off.


“Fine, but if your stalling on purpose we are going to walk you home so that we can watch you get punished a second time for being late.”


“Thank you Ma’am.” Jamie pretended that it might be plausible she was stalling and in part she was. She rose into the kneeling position that had her legs parted enough that nothing was unexposed as she put her arms behind her head, interlacing her finger,s and looking directly at Delilah and Doctor Hooker with her baby blue eyes before casting them down.


She was also stalling so she could formulate a worthy punishment that would satisfy Delilah and seem appropriate for the offense under the ‘white alert’ code. “For the careless disregard of my brother’s offer to let me shit when I could be supervised, and only fifteen minutes later texting my brother to beg to be permitted to crap and bringing embarrassment on my family that the people watching me do it could be reflected back on my father and brother, the punishment should fit the crime.”


Delilah cradled her own chin on her steepled fingers as she listened like a bored Princess who has seen this jester’s act before. It was all an act of course – she was curious what the punishment would be.


“Since my asshole was the source of my trouble, I should be punished on it with 50 swats by your cane.”


“What else ya got?” Delilah croaked with a sigh as if unimpressed by the first suggestion.


Jamie quietly pouted in confusion, wondering was this not the level of punishment she was expected to beg for?


“I agree your fat ass is the source of your troubles but we all know you can take a paddle, and a rod. I dare say it probably turns you on, so isn’t that why you asked for it?” Delilah became more animated as she questioned the shivering naked girl in front of her.


Jamie had a whole new respect for Delilah’s sadism as she spoke. Her father at best let her draw from cards they had made up of punishments, but they always picked for her - this was an entirely new level of degradation having to pick her own punishment and then negotiate in front of leering eyes.


Dr. Hooker was watching the spectacle play out. He felt sorry for Jamie and thought the punishments were cruel but at the same time he found it difficult to express concern given the girl seemed to think her punishment was absolutely necessary – oh who was he kidding? He was a dirty old man and he couldn’t have walked out of the room if his pants were on fire at that moment.


Jamie felt the stares of the boys and Dr. Hooker all over her naked body and her goosebumps had goosebumps on top of each other. Mrs. Waxerman kept her parlor unreasonably cold and the chill air was making her nipples even harder than usual. Jamie knew Delilah wanted her to reveal the bet to Dr. Hooker but now that it was time to actually explain it she was having trouble finding a way to say it that didn’t sound completely brutal and over the top.


Delilah only had to flick the switch in the air a few times to drive home the point they were waiting for Jamie to say something.


“If I get aroused while I am being punished for my indiscretions, then every guy here can fuck me up the ass.” Jamie was hoping for a reaction either positive or negative from Dr. Hooker but he simply maintained his poker face. She added, “Even Doctor Hooker – if you want to Sir?” her question a polite way of trying to see if they had gone too far.


“Oh of course I would want too dear, but the question is do you really want that to happen?”


“No Sir, It’ll keep my mind on my punishment if I know the consequences is so severe, and not let my mind wander and think perverted thoughts of pleasure.”


“Are so severe”


“Yes Sir, that is what I said”


“No you said IS so severe.”


“Oh Sorry Sir, I am a little nervous.” Jamie was understating her mounting fear of the outcome of this punishment. “I’ve never done anything like this.”


“Oh pish-tosh, you were punished in front of us yesterday.” Delilah said dismissively with a wave of her birch rod.


“That is true Ma’am, but I did not have to come up with my own punishment or have consequences if I get aroused by my circumstances.”


“Is it wrong if we are aroused?” Zeke asked his sister innocently in a way that said he already thought it was.


“Ordinarily I’d say ICK, TMI Zeke!” Delilah answered her brother much the same way Jamie might have a month ago if Chris had asked the same question. “However, given you’ve got this sexy little tramp offering to let you mooch butt sex off her when she fails to keep her mind on the reason for her punishment and proves what a slut she is, I’d say it’s okay if you are getting a little woody –Imma thinkin’ you are going to need it here directly.” She drew out the last few words in a deep southern drawl for dramatic effect to impress upon Jamie she would probably lose their bet.


“Go ahead, stand up and turn around, grab your ankles, what is it you brother calls it?”


“Position two, ma’am?” Jamie asked sweetly as she rose and assumed the familiar position – bending at the waist with knees slightly bent and holding her ass cheeks wide apart with both hands.


“That is the one.” Delilah answered, she had obviously spent her day at the pool party chatting up Chris to find out the details of the girl’s discipline. Jamie was disappointed with herself that she instantly assumed her brother hadn’t actually been flirting. Delilah had unconventional good looks, like a country-version of a teenage Wednesday Addams with freckles. She was, from a physical beauty stand point, pretty much out of Chris’s league –but more to the point, she had wondered what they may have in common when she saw them giggling together the day before. Jamie no longer had any doubt as she held her ass cheeks apart for the wicked young girl.


“Is that so we can hit you squarely on the asshole with the rod or so we can shove something up there?” Delilah asked with what approached a sadistic mirth – which coincidentally was the same tone tinged with mirth her brother had often used when asking similar questions of his sister.


Jamie was going to explain her father’s reasoning that they should have no modesty and be fully spread since they are owned. The Taylor women hadn’t made the men spread like that when they were in charge but now that the Taylor men had authority it had been made clear they liked to see the girls’ asses and that was the main reason the default position had her holding herself open.


Jamie felt inexplicably ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’ to her white-alert role and without thinking about the repercussions said, “Whichever you think is most appropriate, ma’am”


Delilah brought the switch down hard on Jamie’s tender and teased asshole with a terrifying ‘Swiiiiip’ sound causing Jamie’s knees to buckle slightly on the down stroke. “I know I can tell you what I prefer BUT I asked you a question slut. Do you want 49 more directly on your swollen asshole or do you want us to shove something up your butthole to act as a shield so we can switch your ample ass crack instead?”


Jamie couldn’t see them but she thought she felt the boy’s breath on the back of her neck in anticipation of her answer.


Jamie’s mind instantly recalled Zeke’s face when his aunt had switched him directly on the tender meat of his asshole and even though she had endured a similar experience many times herself in that split second she imagined how sublimely painful the deliverance of 49 more like the last one were going to be all over again – experiencing each tender strike in her mind in her imagination all at once.


“Put something up my ass, Ma’am” Jamie mumbled nervously.


‘SWiiiiipppff’ another stroke directly on the anus “I know you know how to ask more politely than that!”


Jamie’s nipples began to swell and fill with the last strike as her body reacted to the stinging pain sending out signals to every part of her as she gasped for air. “Yes Ma’am I am sorry, I should have asked nicely and I apologize for that.” Jamie made a point of admitting what she did wrong out loud. Her brother and father had drilled it into her head that she had to admit her shortcoming out loud to accept responsibility for it and the practice of being explicit had proven to add to her humiliation.


She straightened her back and didn’t take her hands from her ass as she summoned up a second-wind of courage to ask as sweetly as she could, “Would you mind please putting something up my asshole so that you can punish my ass hard, without slicing into my asshole nub?” As Jamie said the words she almost choked on how gratuitously over the top they were but with her brother’s tutoring she had become all too familiar with them and they seemed appropriate given the situation.


“Much better” Delilah stroked Jamie’s ass cheek raising yet another row of fresh goose bumps along the tender naked flesh of the teenager.


“Make her say pretty please!” Gordon called out anxiously while his brother’s sounded their approval.


“Pretty please with sugar on top will one of you put something up my asshole?” Even Jamie was a little amused by how sugary-sweet that sounded as she wiggled her butt. She answered before she could be prodded to do so and Doctor Hooker was the only one who kept a serious face. He was secretly enjoying this beyond words but he continued his dignified façade if only to hide the throbbing boner in his lap.


“What would you like up that stink hole, hon?” Delilah, amused with Jamie’s willingness to play along, poked at the girls asshole with the tip of the rod as she toyed with her.


“Broom handle…” Jimmy Waxerman whispered and suddenly his brothers joined him in chanting “broom handle.. Broom handle…”


Jamie had been fucked in the ass today and had worn butt plugs but one of the worst and most painfully humiliating experiences had been having a broom stick lodged in her rectum only earlier that afternoon in the Korean tattoo parlor. She smiled slightly at the irony that they had no idea this would be the second time today. The boys took her smile as a forgone conclusion she would agree to have a broom handle stuck up her ass and cheered for her.


Okay... Okay, but will you please, um pretty please with EXTRA sugar - lube it up first?” the thought of it being jabbed in dry made her wince and she knew if she did happen to lose the bet it might not be a bad idea to have her backdoor warmed up for what was going to happen.


“Lube?” Jimmy asked completely confused.


“Coat one of the brooms in some lard from the kitchen.” Delilah commanded him as if it were common sense. “Make sure to go at least twelve inches from the tip. We don’t know how deep this girl’s asshole will stretch” the words sent a cold chill down Jamie’s spine.


Jimmy and Gordon ran off to get a broom from the kitchen cupboard, leaving the rest of them sitting quietly staring squarely at Jamie’s pink, puffy asshole.


“Well, this is awkward,” Delilah joked to cut the quiet while they waited for her brothers to return. “I will say this for her - she certainly does have a pretty asshole.”


Jamie was midway through thanking her for the compliment when she was interrupted by a sharp strike down directly on her tender asshole. “You are so used to being the center of attention you think everyone is talking to you, now hush.” Delilah chided Jamie, adding to her embarrassment.


“Yes, she is as smooth as a baby’s bottom.” Doctor Hooker answered dryly. He thought for a moment before speculating “Perfectly hairless, laser surgery to remove all the follicles?”


Delilah prodded Jamie with the boot of her heel, “Listen up dummy, now you are ignoring direct questions?”


Jamie was getting frustrated that she couldn’t seem to please Delilah no matter if she remained silent or spoke – and she started to speculate perhaps that was Delilah’s point to make with her. “I wish sir, no my mother and I shave hairless every day below the neck so that our skin is pleasing to the eye and not a single wild hair covers any of our holes.” She had gone over this topic in affirmations every morning when the shaving was complete but it still embarrassed her to say them out loud, especially in front of Dr. Hooker. She couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or pleased under his neatly trimmed beard.


Jimmy and Gordon were both carrying the broom arguing loudly as they re-entered the ornate parlor.


“No, let me put it in!” Jimmy yanked on the broom towards him


‘That’s not fair, I did the greasin’!’ Gordon held on tightly to the broom and struggled to pull it back to him as they both clung to it.


“The greasing’ is fun!” Jimmy countered with exasperation before being interrupted by their sister.


“Will you both just quiet down? Doctor Hooker is the guest, and he should do the honors of stuffing this pig.”


The Doctor made a show of pretending to be hesitant but he wasn’t fooling Delilah that the thought of what he was going to do was turning him beyond his imagining that it could. Jamie had such a Pollyanna, pure-bread exterior, but with a willingness to put herself in peril. He felt like the mustachioed villain tying the damsel in distress to the train tracks except this time she was naked and holding her ass apart for him to stick anything he wanted inside of her.


“Hey, didn’t your brother buy you a chastity belt?” Delilah helped to guide Doctor Hooker’s hands to grasp the broom and position the stunned professor behind Jamie.


“Yes Ma’am, my father and brother bought one for both my mother and I.” Jamie hated that she sounded almost robotic in her responses, but she felt that was the most respectful way to give her responses and Delilah wasn’t complaining about her tone.


The Waxerman boys obviously knew what a chastity belt was because they cooed a knowing “ooooooooooh!” in unison when the question was answered.


“Why isn’t a whore like you wearing it all the time?” Delilah asked. The question was welcome to Jamie as it took her mind off the fact that Doctor Hooker was delicately inserting a greased broom handle into the opening of her asshole while she held her ass cheeks open. He was working it in gently enough that the anticipation was actually starting to make her unconsciously work herself back and forth ever so slightly to get it all the way in.


“They let me have a choice to wear it today Ma’am,” Jamie explained.


There was silence as if Delilah was expecting more of an explanation and then the whizzt of another swat to Jamie’s ass cheeks. The jab narrowly missed Doctor Hooker’s wrist, who was so fully engrossed in packing Jamie’s ass with the broom handle he didn’t see it coming.


Jamie assumed the slap was to remind her to be more forthcoming and explicit in her responses - at least that is what her father and brother would have expected. “It’s part of our rules Ma’am, if we choose to wear the chastity belt then no one is allowed to touch or play with our assholes or cunts.”


“So you CHOSE not to wear it today, because you wanted people to play with your nasty little twat?” Delilah was being coy in how she asked the question.


“Yes Ma’am, because I am trying to earn money for our rent and bills, and I thought it might help if I were willing to sacrifice my pride and forgo the chastity belt, knowing the repercussions of that decision.”


“Help the good doctor get that broom at least six inches up that stink hole of yours, will you? He seems to be treating you far more delicately than you deserve.” By now Delilah’s tone carried a casual assumption of authority that anything she told Jamie was to be done.


“Yes Ma’am.” Jamie reached behind her and gritted her teeth as she took Doctor Hooker’s hands to help guide the broomstick into her ass. She grunted twice before she was satisfied she had lodged it far enough into her rectum so she could safely ask, “Is it in far enough to your satisfaction, Ma’am?”


“Should we pull it out and measure the oil level like a dipstick?” Delilah laughed.


“No Ma’am, please leave it in” Jamie begged in response.


Delilah slapped her ass cheeks with her rod “That was rhetorical you dumb-butt.” That only confused Jamie since she had been prompted to answer any question before this but she was too nervous and afraid to ask her to clarify or point out the inconsistencies. There was a sense of fairness about how her dad and brother punished her that Delilah’s teasing lacked and Jamie found herself longing for the comfort of the tortures she had grown accustomed to at home.


“Alright, I think we are finally ready now that little miss perfection is finally sufficiently stuffed, there are fifty strokes to deliver so each of us will give her ten, fair?” Delilah was asking her brothers and the doctor but it was merely a polite formality as she knew they would agree with whatever she decided for Jamie.


“Fourty-nine, Ma’am…you already counted one.” Jamie corrected.


There was a terrible swish in the air as Delilah’s switch cut through the air causing Jamie to tighten all the muscles in her stomach and legs in anticipation. Delilah paused to let the terror of it sink in and said sweetly “You are so right, I am glad you are so good at counting, because you’ll be keeping track, girly.”


‘SWARPFfffttthhh’ Delilah brought the switch down on Jamie’s ass hard, sending shock waves through the girl’s body.


Zeke giggled jovially as if he had just seen a clown slip on a banana, “I like how when you hit her, her entire body tightens and shakes….”


Jamie could hear Jimmy punch his brother in the arm and tease him, “You do that too when Auntie gives you the rod.”


“Do not.”


She couldn’t hear all the laughing comments because her mind was on counting out each swat, “Four, thank you Ma’am for teaching me the error of my ways”.


“I like how her pussy doesn’t look like roast beef hanging down.” Gordon commented detached as if he we were watching something on TV and making an ordinary observation.


“How would you know what pussies look like?” Delilah asked while Jamie counted out strokes five and six.


There was a pause in the cadence that ended Jamie’s rhythm of absorbing the down stroke, counting out a response and bringing her ass back up in time for another.


“Nudie magazine.” Jimmy blurted out conspiratorially as if they all three were just being busted.


“You little pre-verts, am I going to have to tell Auntie Waxerman you’ve got pornography in her home?” Delilah let Jamie twist a little while she addressed her brothers.


“NO!!! PLEASE don’t.” the boys pleaded.


“You’ll each plant a seed in her backside if she gets aroused, and the nudie books will be our little secret then?”


“It’s not books, it’s just one.” Gordon corrected pleadingly.


“Tell her what it’s called” Jimmy teased his brother.


“Big Butt magazine.” Gordon admitted with a little shame while the other two tittered and giggled.


“You like big butts, Gordon?” His big sister asked mocking him.


“Yes, I guess so.”


“Can you other brothers deny?” Delilah asked with glee in her voice as she brought down a seventh strike on Jamie’s ass cheeks.


“What?”


“Oh that’s right. You don’t get to listen to the devil’s rap music, never mind. It’s above your head – but it’s not above yours is it bright-cheeks?” Delilah asked Jamie making a reference to the pink rosy glow of the fresh swats to her ass.


“Yes Ma’am, Sir Mix-A-Lot.” Jamie answered, “Baby Got Back” she felt sick to her stomach with humiliation as a fresh wave of laughter washed over her when the boys heard the title of the song for the first time.


“Do you have back, girl?” Delilah brought down number eight as she delivered the question.


“Yes Ma’am, that was nine and I thank you for using it to teach me a valuable lesson.” Jamie wasn’t sure how much of that was true, and how much of it was the panicked response of someone who had grown accustomed to submissive acceptance of punishments.


The Tenth strike fell hard on Jamie’s ass like an electric shock. Delilah waited for Jamie to finish thanking her before reaching out to the girl’s clit ring and fondling it slightly. “Hmm, not sticky yet with girl honey.” She sounded disappointed before asking “Who wants to go next?”


The boys all shouted “Me! Me! Me!”


“Well now, Doctor Hooker is our guest, perhaps he would like to go next, you rude thoughtless boys?” Delilah quieted them down.


The Doctor was a little stunned by finally seeing the perfection that was this girl’s shapely tattooed ass being swatted. “I should probably bat clean-up, if you know what I mean.”


Delilah didn’t get the baseball reference but she smirked with a ‘suit-your-self’ expression and handed the rod to Jimmy. “You are the oldest, so you can go next.”


Jimmy held the rod at first like a light saber and made a ‘swushing’ sound while his brother’s encouraged him to ‘let her have it, Jimmy!’.


“I’ve never been the one giving the rod so I am not sure what side to stand on.” Jimmy sounded nervous, and the fact he was so innocent sounding only added to Jamie’s humiliation at his hands. She could only look straight ahead and hold her ass cheeks apart while she bent over with the broom drooping out of her ass.


“Just pick a side and do it, or lose your turn!” Delilah coaxed him harshly. That was all it took for him to switch the way he held the switch so that it was like he was holding it and swinging it like a baseball bat hitting one to the outfield. “Good job, Jimmy”


Jamie was caught off guard by the swing actually knocking her off her toes a bit, “Thank you Sir, for punishing me, that is eleven.” She grunted sourly as she scrambled to get back into position.


“Stay flat on your feet, Dum-Dum” Delilah joked her advice.


Jimmy’s next four swings didn’t have quite as much impact as the first but each one was delivered with an enthusiastic smile from Jimmy and a thankful yet humbled response from Jamie counting it out.


“The broom kind of looks like a five foot long turd hanging out of her ass.” Jimmy giggled his observation mostly for his brothers benefit who cracked up. Jamie stoically took the comment in stride but now the image of a long brown turd of poop hanging from her ass was firmly planted in her mind and her face turned as red as her ass.


‘SWAPTFTFFFF’ the rod whip-cracked on her ass “Thank you Sir, Fifffteeen” some of Jamie’s responses were short and sweet but they had to be because unlike Delilah who had mostly held a cadence while the swings were often one right after the other in rapid succession.


He delivered his ten and then handed the rod quietly to his brother Gordon.


“Wait a sec, little Brother” Delilah held up a finger cautioning him not to sit back down. Jimmy looked up like he might be in trouble and then saw that his sister was pointing at Jamie’s clit. “You need to check to see if she has any gooey girl juices dripping off her lips. We don’t want this twisted little sister getting all horny and turned on while she gets her punishment.”


Gordon blurted out skeptically, “Who could get turned on during a beating?”


His sister turned to him and answered, “It’s a girlish trick, you can tune out the pain and go someplace else for a while.”


Jimmy reached under Jamie’s pussy lips and gave them a squeeze like he was scrunching a sponge but reported it wasn’t “very sticky” with a slight measure of disappointment.


“There are thirty more to go, Jim-Jim” Delilah said encouragingly “She might just go to her ‘happy place’ and if she does she’ll pay the consequences to each and every one of you for ignoring the lesson you are trying to teach her.”


“What is the lesson again?” Zeke asked sounding as if his mouth was full.


Jamie answered crisply, “I am having my ass punished because it got me in trouble today, when I was given an opportunity to shit and declined. Then I embarrassed my family by squatting in front of a bunch of customers at the flea market and shitting in a puddle like a dog. This is teaching me to shit when given permission and keep my ass completely empty and clean instead of waiting.”


“I hope it’s empty, or else these boys are going to get brown eye!” Delilah seemed to have the forgone conclusion that Jamie was going to lose their bet and she made no secret as she joked about it.


Gordon had been standing in front of Jamie’s red-striped ass looking intently at it while they talked.


“Notice anything interesting brother dear?” Delilah’s sweet tone was a subtle hint that her brother should continue the punishment.


Naturally subtle context was completely lost on him and he answered her, “Well, all around her butthole it’s not brown.”


“Did you expect there to be poop?” Delilah’s eyes narrowed as she looked at him with a mixture of confusion and contempt.


“No, just in that magazine, some of the girls have dark around their buttholes.”


The Doctor cleared his throat, having been entranced with the spectacle for entirely different reasons, “That is a normal pigmentation, Gordon”.


“Yeah right, it just happens to be right around the poop hole and be the color of poop?” Gordon squinted.


“You seem to have an unhealthy obsession with all things poop related.” Doctor Hooker observed about the young boy. Gordon just smiled and nodded as if he either didn’t understand what obsessed meant or he didn’t see a problem with it. The Doctor just shook his head and dismissed the next thing he was about to say when Gordon’s only response was a toothy grin.


“Just switch the bitch, and shut up Gordon.” Delilah chided her brother, “Her asshole isn’t perfectly pink, it’s just been messed up when her father branded her for whoring.” She noted which Jamie thought to herself was almost a compliment of sorts coming from Delilah.


Gordon’s first few swings were much lighter but Jamie dutifully counted them and thanked him for punishing her.


“It’s not love taps, hit her like Auntie hits your ass.” Delilah prodded her brother.


“That’s TOO hard.” Gordon answered stubbornly.


“You think that girl can’t take as much as you can? You want me to take away your last six strokes?”


Gordon’s response was a first-class shot across the bow of Jamie’s ass that sent shivers up and down her spine as the shockwave spread out through her body, “Unfffffff, thank you Sir! Twennteee-fife!” she hissed.


“See, the girl is thanking you.” Delilah patted him on the shoulder and Gordon proceeded to deliver the next five shots just like he had that one. He didn’t have to be reminded to check her pussy for wetness and he went a step further running his finger inside her tight pussy. He wasn’t sure if Delilah would notice and call him out for it, but if she did she didn’t say anything. He smirked because he felt a little like he had just got away with a little something extra even though he had to report the girl wasn’t aroused.


When it was finally Zeke’s turn Jamie wondered if it might not be a bad idea to just go ahead and claim she was aroused. She felt she couldn’t hold out for another twenty strikes and she thought she might just go ahead and accept the inevitable. Then she realized Delilah was sadistic enough to continue the punishment anyway so she pushed the idea of surrendering now to the back of her mind as Gordon teed up his first swat.


“Thank you Sir, Thirty-one.” Jamie squealed.


“I like how she calls me Sir.” Zeke, who was the most soft-spoken of the brothers, observed with a smile. “It makes me feel like a grown man.” He said with a proud smile on his face.


“It is because you are my better, Sir. I’m not allowed to be familiar with my superiors and address them by their first name unless they tell me to do so.” Jamie explained sweetly while bracing for the first of several strikes from Zeke. She counted each one and thanked him for the lesson.


“I am glad you are facing away from me.” Zeke finally said after silently delivering his ten spankings to her ripe red ass.


“Why is that Sir?” Jamie answered stifling her tears.


“Your blue eyes are so sweet. They look like Tinkerbell’s fairy eyes. I’d probably feel sorry for you if I had to look you in the fac.e” Zeke sounded smitten with her, but at the same time he reached under her and gave a hard squeeze to her pussy lips.


“Well?” Delilah asked him.


“Well what?” Zeke answered back.


“Is she aroused?”


“How would I know?” He answered her naively.


Delilah put his hand back on Jamie’s crotch and said, “Does it feel sticky to you? Feel around the lips.”


“Oh, no I guess not.”


Jamie sighed with relief that she had managed to endure all this torment and her body had not gotten aroused. She wondered if Delilah would really walk with her all the way home and ask for punishment if she won the bet. “Wouldn’t that be an interesting turn of events?” She thought to herself but refused to jinx it by counting her chickens before they hatch. “I’ve got ten more swats and then I can go home, where I’ll probably get punished more,” She thought to herself – smirking at her own gallows humor about the state of her life.


“I believe it’s your turn Doctor Hooker.” Delilah handed a fresh birch switch to him (It stands to reason Mrs. Waxerman would have an ample supply growing in her backyard).


The Doctor who had silently observed the bizarre spectacle was at first embarrassed to stand up because it would reveal the bulging erection in his lap. Delilah guided him out of the chair by taking his hand “Don’t worry if you get hard looking at this slut. That is to be expected of a man looking at her brazenly displaying herself for anyone to have a gander without concern. It is only her who isn’t supposed to be getting enjoyment out of it, and I am surprised to say she seems to have found a way to hide her naughty thoughts and focus on the lesson the pain is supposed to be providing.”


It was the second begrudging compliment Delilah had awarded Jamie since the punishment began. Jamie tried to contain the look of self-satisfaction that spread on her face and remain contrite.


Doctor Hooker took his place behind Jamie’s ass and told her pedantically, “You will count these out and thank me, just as you have the others.” Jamie wasn’t sure why he felt the need to repeat the instructions she already had been given. In truth he didn’t know either – he was just breaking the awkward silence and wanted something to say.


‘Swishfffffft’ the switch bit into Jamie’s ass with the full strength of a powerful arm, far greater than she had anticipated given he was probably in his late fifties or early sixties.


“Forty-One, thank you Sir for making my punishment sting.”


“Wow, do you work out?” Jimmy asked, given the sound of the cracking rod alone had made the boys wince.


“No, before I was retired, I owned a farm in the country. Hard work will give you rough hands and strong muscles.” Doctor Hooker answered while delivering another crack shot to Jamie’s flanks.


“Forty-Two, thank you Sir for taking the time to teach me to be a better slut.”


“It sounds like she says Farty-Two.” Gordon joked causing laughter to ripple from the boys as the Doctor delivered another painful reminder and then another to Jamie’s backside.


“I thought you were a college professor.” Gordon asked after his laughter subsided at how Jamie pronounced forty.


“I’ve been many things in my life, from a simple farmer, to a shaper of young minds, teaching English Literature. You can be anything you want to be, if you set your mind to it Gordon.” The Doctor said as he delivered another swish of his rod. He was aware he was rapidly depleting his ten strikes and having waited this long, was wishing for ten more. He didn’t think he would enjoy hurting the girl but he was. There wasn’t a trace of guilt. Possibly because she sounded so genuine each time she thanked him.


“Can Jamie be anything she WANTS to be?”


“Yes she could.” the Doctor answered without a second thought.


“So why does she choose to be a naughty girl?” Gordon asked.


“You would have to ask her why that is.” Doctor Hooker was concentrating on his final parting shot as he answered.


“I choose to be a naughty girl, because I am foolish and make bad choices Sir. I didn’t respect my betters and I didn’t appreciate the privileges I had before they were taken away from me.” Jamie answered, remaining bent over, fairly certain she had just won the bet and remained for the most part cum-free. She was sweating and her ass was welted red but she had dodged a fairly severe consequence of losing to Delilah and that was a tremendous relief.


“So if you could be a good girl who didn’t get punished, would you?” Gordon asked what seemed like a question with an obvious answer.


“Yes Sir, I would be good and not have made the same choices.” Jamie’s answer was predictable and immediate.


“I call bologna on that” Gordon sounded disappointed in the answer he got.


“How do you mean sir?” Jamie answered sweetly and more than a bit confused.


“You smiled like an angel every time someone hit you with the rod, called you a name or touched you.”


That shocked Jamie but suddenly the others were aware of it too and nodding. Doctor Hooker shook his head in complete understanding, “Out of the mouths of babes!”


Jamie’s thighs were shaking as the muscles strained to hold her in place, in part from the stress of being bent over this long, and possibly the sudden realization they may be right.


“I didn’t think I would enjoy punishing you and now I realize it was because every time I did you gave me that all-American girl next door smile to reassure me that you needed my discipline. I thought I might feel ashamed that I had hurt you, but I agree it was the perfect smile that made this a guilt free exercise – thank you for that.”


“You are welcome Sir?” Jamie answered somewhat confused. She had often been complimented on her blue eyes and smile but in her mind she always thought she looked like a cartoon fairy with a goofy smile that she couldn’t turn off.


“I am going to check you for arousal if that is okay with you?” Jamie only gave a deliberate and broad smile in answer to Doctor Hooker’s warning.


He put his hand all along her pussy lips and felt along the ridge and creases before saying, “I think you passed the test, good job.”


Jamie’s sweet girl next door smile shone on Delilah but this time there was a subtle edge of menace to it as she silently noted her triumph in the bet they had made. “Will one of you please remove the broom from my asshole? I think Delilah will want to walk me home.” Jamie’s words were a subtle way of reminding Delilah about her promise to walk over to her house and ask for punishment.


“Now darling, you can’t just come on over here, get your punishment and run. That just isn’t very polite.” Delilah’s sweet and sassy southern accent was dripping with honey, but laced with an edge that said she still had another card to play.


“Actually Ma’am, I really have to get home soon or my father will punish me. Did you want to get dressed to accompany me?” There was no mistaking the subtext of the request from Jamie. She had won the bet and she was letting Delilah know it was time to pay the piper. The guys in the room were completely oblivious and didn’t read anything into her cheery tone.


“Actually slut, you’ve got your peanut butter all up and down my Auntie’s broom stick and I know she’ll ask whose ass was reamed with it, so why don’t you be a good little girl and suck it clean.” Delilah took her time easing the broom handle out of Jamie’s tortured ass and the boys laughed when it came out with a sudden ‘pop’.


Jamie gave what she thought was a look of disgust when she saw the dirty streaked broom handle but it only appeared to be a comical double take which lightened the mood even more.


Jamie turned to face her audience and put her mouth around the wooden tip of the broom dutifully. “Canthp I taketh my handseth off my assetth cheeps?” Jamie spluttered the question with the broom in her mouth. It was no longer facing them and her ass genuinely ached in every conceivable way from the torture she had just received.


“You do that very well, you must have been practicing with the gag in.” Delilah sounded delighted when she answered her. “Why don’t you hold that backdoor open a little longer, you never know if my Aunt might walk in and want a look at you splayed out here before her nephews.” Jamie winced at the thought of how much drama and explanation it would take to deal with Mrs. Waxerman if she walked in at that moment.


“Unless your deep throat skills are much better than your brother lets on, you are going to have to lick around the edges of that broom and not try to shove the hole six inches down your throat. I want it perfectly clean.” It was mostly greasy lard with a little bit of Jamie’s ass juice but the boys regarded it as if she had a poop popsicle and laughed hysterically while Jamie adjusted to lick the entire measure of the broom that had been in her ass completely clean.


“Go get the marker, Gordon.” Delilah commanded without taking her eyes off the prone girl sucking on the broom handle like it was a tender blowjob. Jamie whined ever so slightly but only Delilah heard her pitiable moan.


“Waxerman’s are good for their word, Kitten. You took your punishment like a big girl and you didn’t get aroused.” Delilah put her hands on her hips and pulled her blouse over her head revealing a lacey white underwire bra. “Oh put your eyes back in your head, you’ve seen boobs before.” Delilah chided her stunned brothers.


“Look at Doctor Hooker,” Delilah reached behind her back and unclasped the bra revealing freckled shoulders and pert lily-white dew-drop boobs. “He isn’t shocked by this, but then again as an M.D. he probably saw women unclothed every day.”


“Actually, my doctorate is in literature.” James answered dryly. He was drinking the country girl’s 16 year old body in but he was just better at not looking like a ravenous hound or excited hyena than her brothers were.


“Books need doctors?” Jimmy asked very surprised.


“Yes, some are beyond repair, but every now and then I can resuscitate a dead one.” Doctor Hooker’s joke was more for his own benefit than Jimmy would understand. He continued to look on with interest at what Delilah would do next.


She was tying her hair back into a pony tail when Gordon came back in and handed her the marker with a shocked expression on his face.


“This is why when I get punished, Auntie doesn’t let you wolf hounds peep.”


“We do peep though.” Zeke admitted to a hail of arm punches from his brother’s for letting the cat out of the bag.


“You don’t think I know that?” Delilah gave him a lemony smile that was universal fo,r “No shit, Sherlock”.


“You gonna walk her home topless?” Gordon asked as he looked down at Jamie still twerking the broom with just her mouth while she held her ass cheeks apart on all fours.


“No, but I am going to find a new home for that broom if you don’t stop staring at my boobs and asking me dumb questions. I am going to make a swim suit out of some old clothes that don’t fit me anymore. If little miss sass here can walk down the street like a hooker from Babylon, then so can I.” Delilah changed tones from bratty and domineering older sister to sweet country girl and asked Doctor Hooker as she held out the open marker for him, “I am going to escort this girl home after she finishes. Would you be so kind as to write, “Dirty Tramp – Gift to the Taylor Family” on my belly kind sir?”


“I’d be absolutely delighted.” Doctor Hooker put his arm behind Delilah’s back to cradle her while he wrote in big black letters exactly what she asked him to write. Jamie let out a soft moan of anguish while this was happening and Delilah shushed he,r “Oh, suck my toes, if you finished with the broom. You’ll wait until I am ready – and don’t think there won’t be a message written on you either whore!”


Much to Delilah’s surprise Jamie took her seriously and began to lick her toe with the same careful expertise she had that broom. Delilah didn’t want to admit that it felt good but it did – really good.


“Can you write, “For Chris” and put an arrow pointing down my belly and, “What’s your father’s first name, slut?” Delilah didn’t sound the slightest bit nervous giving these instructions and asking these questions as she stood shirtless in her Aunt’s parlor.


“Wrile Call him Slurr, but hillz nameff iffzz Bill, Marrzmz” Jamie’s reply was muffled by Delilah’s big toe being serviced by her tongue.


“Please write, ‘Bad Girl 4 Bill’ on my back with an arrow, Sir?” Delilah sounded somewhat impatient as she asked the Doctor to scrawl that on her body.


Doctor Hooker had finished writing it when Delilah pushed Jamie’s face away from her toe so that she could pull down her shorts and red laced panties


“We don’t have time for me to shave all of my womanhood.” Delilah stood with her hands on her hips as if giving the boys a necessary minute to stare at her dark brown chestnut pubic hair.


“Beaver!” Jimmy couldn’t believe his sister was undressing in front of him.


“Yes, Beaver.” She had a ‘get over it’ look on her face as she rolled her eyes and turned around for Doctor Hooker


“Can you write ‘Be a little hard on the Beaver, tonight Ward’ on my thigh and put an arrow, and then on my behind, would you put ‘WH’ on THIS cheek, and ‘RE’ on the other and well... You know where the ‘O’ goes don’t you. Doctor?” Delilah was summoning up equal parts Betty Page’s sassy raw sexuality and Marylyn Monroe’s playful charm as she pointed to each of her cheeks while making the request.


Jamie made a low mewling sound like she might almost be in pain which stopped Doctor Hooker as he was about to apply the marker to Delilah’s thigh. Delilah started to tell her to hush so that they could get this painful ordeal over. She was going to march down to the Taylor house and offer her own ass for punishment and as part of her hidden agenda find a way to get to know Chris even better. She hadn’t expected to lose the bet but now that she had she would at least embrace it and find a way to turn it to her advantage.


Jamie wasn’t IN pain. She had rolled onto her back and her legs were spasming as she pulled her pussy lips hard so that it almost seemed as if she were trying to lift a tiny garbage bag liner from its basket. She was flicking her clit hood and tugging her piercing while she made sucking sounds with her two front teeth and rolled around on the floor uncontrollably.


This was what Chris would have called “Pulling a Jamie” and the last time she had a tidal wave of uncontrollable ecstasy pour through her was the night at the fair. It might have been the intense pain of the tattoo and the way the piercing lifted and pulled her tender clit meat out of her body. It might also have been the intense sexual arousal of being on display and humiliated with her mother that night. It might have been the hormone treatments they had been on that had been doing strange things to their minds while they filled their tits.


One thing was for certain, Jamie was rolling around on the floor like a struggling new-born calf and now her breasts had begun to uncontrollably leak slightly yellowish white fluid as milk began to drip out.


“What is happening?” Jimmy looked at the girl writhing in absolute wanton lust on the ground. They all were staring at her undulating and making almost dolphin like primal moans as if she hadn’t a care in the world.


“What is HAPPENING is that I just won a little white bet” Delilah said pulling her shorts back up to her waist with a wicked grin and buttoning them back up.






























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