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A Series of Fortunate Events
by Amanda Server

Note: This story is homage to the Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events, and could even be called a slight parody. I was introduced to the books through my daughter, and found that the general outline would make a wickedly exciting tale if told for an adult audience.



Kind of like if you read the original fairy tales, and then the modern sanitized versions.

Please forget what you know about the Lemony Snicket telling of the tale (if anything) and the characters.

Let me also apologize about the grammar in this story, while I do profess to be well studied in the art of words, I have had some difficulty in having this story translated by voice recognition.
Introduction:.

CHAPTER ONE:

My name is Violet P. Snicket. Quite a few many years ago, I grew up a Baudelaire. That seems a lifetime ago.

My husband, Lemony, may have told the story of my childhood to you. I admit he is a great story teller. He added a lot of details that are certainly interesting and entertaining but I assure you they were a complete fantasy compared to what I told him about my childhood adventures.

That is just as well. For the tale I told him so many years ago when we were younger, was all made up as well.

I think now you may wish to know what even he doesn't know. Everything I told him about my childhood adventures was made up. I did not wish him to think me a fallen woman when he met me.

I am old now, no longer the brown haired, fair skinned lovely that you know from the fairy tales of my youth. So let me confess these secrets to you, so that someone knows. As I grow older, I find that I am growing so weary of the lies…"

While, today I may look like the lady in the Titanic movie that returns to drop the jewel in the ocean, I assure you, there was a time when I was a vibrant and attractive, pert little thing, but naïve to the ways of the world.

And even though I am old now, I am not so old as to have grown up in the Victorian times, I was fourteen years old about the time Ronald Reagan was president in the White House, if that gives you any idea. Alex P Keaton on the television show “Family Ties”, was my dreamboat. Although I was still a virgin, I loved to watch the charming young man, so neat and confident and seemingly smarter than his parents.

This was long before the Jean-Benet Ramsey scandal that revealed she had been living as a white slave for most of her life, or that Elizabeth Smart episode where upon becoming an adult she caused so much scandal by returning to the man who she said had ‘kidnapped’ her, and became his slave of her own free will.

Yet, I am sure that even as odd and enticing as those stories are, as told in the spicy tabloids and internet story boards, the one I shall tell will also shock and amaze you. I have no concern for my own modesty, much less yours. I am going to tell it graphically, as it really happened, leaving out no unpleasant detail. So if you haven’t the stomach for this tale, then you had best stop here.

My brother, Klaus, was about 12 and a half when I was 14, My younger sister, Sunny, was hardly the baby in diapers that you may have expected if you hadn’t done as I warned you and forgotten all of that earlier fairy tale. She was about 9 years old, and unlike her name may suggest her disposition was more like “Wednesday” of the Addams Family than a bright ray of sunshine.

Let me speak briefly about my upbringing. My family is descended from French Huguenot pilgrims who took up residence in New Orleans.

It was Catherine de Medici who persuaded her weakling son Charles IX to order the mass murder of 8,000 of what were considered “heretics”. The slaughter lasted three days and spread to the countryside. On Sunday morning August 24th, 1572 Catherine de Medici walked through the streets of Paris to inspect the carnage she had wrought.

As fate would have it, my birthday is August 24th. I am named for Violette Solange de Buzan, the mistress of Henry of Navarre. Henry pretended not to be a Huguenot and that saved his life. He sent his mistress, Violette, to America to get rid of her, since she was widely known as a member of the upstart Huguenots.

I still bear her locket with these words written in French “ It is an essential tenet of Christian morality that sin must be expiated through punishment. All that was touched through sin, must be purified through penitence. If the body contributed to sin, then the body must be punished.” This locket is several hundred years old. and I would not learn the meaning of the words until I was much older. However, members of my family and their ways, that held to these beliefs would become evident in the following chapters of my life. Perhaps even more disturbing than the words inscribed inside the pretty silver locket is its sinister design. The locket has the standard heart shape, but on both the front and back of the locket, is an etching, of a heart-shaped leaf, framed within the outer heart of the locket. It’s really very exquisitely and beautifully done, showing in miniature detail both the outline and the veins of the leaf, all done in such detail as to be unmistakable.

Why is it sinister, you ask? Because the leaf so lovingly detailed in the engraving is ‘Urtica dioica’, the common stinging nettle. The juxtaposition of a stinging nettle leaf upon a heart shape, the shape of a woman’s sex, my sex, the petals open wide like a flower and vulnerable, makes me cringe and brings back painful memories. But I am getting ahead of myself…

I later learned that the quote in my locket was written in 1018, in the spiritual works of P. Baudran. The soul raised to God by reflections on penitence.

Violette Solange de Buzan came to America an indentured servant. She was purchased by Henri’ Baudelaire, who had been an indentured clerk. Now, self-educated, Henri’ Baudelaire was moderately successful. The two fell in love and became married, a happy ending to a harsh life.

They worked hard and became very wealthy. For many generations the Baudelaire family maintained a plantation without slaves, for Henri and Violette had detested the harsh discipline that they had both been subjected to and tried to instill this gentleness in the generations that followed.

Unfortunately, the American Civil War resulted in the destruction of the plantation. Almost all of the men of the house lost their lives fighting on one side or the other. At the end of the war, an English Major took pity on the husbandless widow of the manor and married her, but he brought with him a discipline and a very strict religious code, applied to all of the remaining women of the household. I’ve read her diaries, she too was named Violette, so I suppose I am named after her too. It appears this Violette was secretly enamored of the sentiments contained in my, our, locket and welcomed the harsh discipline her husband re-introduced to the Baudelaire family.



Although Violette’s name was no longer Baudelaire, her children kept the family name, perhaps as a way of protesting the new discipline they too were subjected to when their mother married the harsh, English gentleman. And so the name continued on.

All of that is ancient history, of course. While I was growing up, my parents encouraged us to read and to learn a great deal about the world. They were a happy couple, very enlightened, and always willing to listen to what we had to say. I suppose you could think of them like June and Ward Cleaver from “Leave it to Beaver”. But maybe that’s just the view I have of them now. Surely no one could be that perfect?

They raised us to be curious about our world. To listen and to learn. That is why I know so much generally useless trivia. For instance, did you know that Puttanesca, an Italian pasta, is actually a word for prostitute?

Where I took the Michael J. Fox character on TV as an innocent heart throb, my brother, Klaus, took him as a role model. Klaus had handsome sharp features, almost girlish, like ‘Ashton Kutcher’ if that helps you to picture him, only certainly more boyish and at 12 years old, not quite so tall. Klaus always had a head for numbers and calculations, and was certainly on his way to being a wizard on Wall Street or in the computer boom that would soon engulf the United States.



My youngest sister, whose given name was Prunilla, had been called Sunny since almost the day she was born, because she had always been such a happy baby. Strangely, as she had grown up, she was becoming more and more a ‘goth’ girl. Pale of face, dark of hair, she kept it long but braided on the sides, her big, deep eyes and quiet demeanor were a façade that made it seem like she was shy and demure.



In truth, Sunny enjoyed experimenting, and practical jokes. She liked dark places, and secret passages, of which the mansion we lived in was full. She once captured frogs and let them loose at a fancy dinner my parents were giving. When the frogs leapt from under the covered silver on the banquet table, they scared my parent’s guests. Sunny was punished for it, but my father found it difficult not to laugh himself. My parents did punish us when we misbehaved. They always found something that ‘hurt’, but after we were out of diapers, the punishment was never physical. In this case, for example, Sunny was not allowed to watch TV or talk on the phone for a week. The phone did not bother her, but she loved TV. That one did hurt.

Sunny did have an issue with biting, which if you read the Lemony version of this story, you would think happened all the time. I will in the course of the telling of the tale, let you know how that reputation actually came to be. It may shock you, so you were warned.

My parents were kind, jovial people, who while religious in nature, were not as devout as the rest of the family. My grandfather disappeared twenty years ago and my father had inherited the vast family fortune. My father’s brothers and sisters, my uncles and aunts, while living well, were mainly modest people.

Such was the way, in the tradition of the Baudelaire family. They almost never visited. I think because my father had rejected much of the religious discipline that had become ingrained in their nature, they kept away for that reason as well. I even overheard one heated argument on a rare visit by my uncle, Daniel, that if my grandfather were still alive, he would cast out my father whose faith was so weak. My father just laughed and said “Likely so. But then you know he would always forgive me, no matter what I did. So perhaps not.”

My father raised us to be open minded and tolerant, to question authority, and to make our own path. This was definitely, as I would find out, progressive thinking to the Baudelaire way of life. As I tell this tale, with the benefit of knowing now what I didn’t then, please excuse me filling in the blanks. It is not a true narrative, because the things I did not understand fully at the time, became clearer to me later.

My mother was a sweet woman, and a tutor for the deaf. She taught us all sign language, and I had actually mastered reading lips as part of the process.

So it was that my parents’ death was a turning point in my life that I won’t dwell on. Suffice to say, they perished in a blaze burning down our mansion, while we kids were out swimming at a neighbor’s. We lost everything in the fire, our family and everything we owned. But our parents had provided for us and we found that we had a sizeable trust fund, grown by rather large insurance policies our parents had taken out to provide for us should something terrible happen.

And so we had a trust fund. The attorney, Mr. Poe, would be responsible to turn over the monthly stipend, a mere fraction of the interest earned each month, to one of our relatives to manage until we each became 21, in return for caring for us. Until that time, the portions set aside for us, will bear interest to be spent on our care and upbringing with the remainder being reinvested for when we reach our majority. A great deal of money was at stake here, but as I told you, most of my family lived by modest means and we were under the impression that material gain was not its own reward.

However, as we would soon learn, money was a motivator in even the most ‘spiritual’ of adults.

The Book of Monty:
CHAPTER TWO:

So it went that we were taken to New York, to meet Mr. Poe, a fat, balding banker who cast an appearance not unlike a cherubic little pig. Mr. Poe was the family attorney in all things and explained what would become of us. He had a tendency to cough in his handkerchief as he spoke, and to dismiss anything we said as ‘imminently unprofitable” or “ludicrous propositoryness of the mouths of children”.

Despite my desire to correct his misuse of the English language, I held my tongue, for I was too upset about the recent death of my family. He explained we would be taken to Uncle Montgomery’s and Aunt Kathy’s farm. Uncle Montgomery was the eldest surviving brother, his selection was also perhaps due to the fact that he was married and stable, and willing.

He and Aunt Kathy had agreed to raise us as if we were their own. Still, I could not help but wonder at their being “most suitable”. My parents really did not care for any of our aunts or uncles. Still, they had at least talked about Uncle Daniel and Aunt Josephine. They almost never even mentioned Aunt Kathy or Uncle Montgomery,

A great deal of our family live in Utah, and Uncle “Monty” as he preferred to be known was a Mormon and a Deacon of the Latter Day Church of Christ, which we did not realize at the time was a large, but strange, sect of the Mormon faith.



When we arrived at the farm, Uncle Monty and his wife, Kathy, were waiting for us. They had broad smiles for Mr. Poe, who came along with us. We had no baggage, for everything we had had all been consumed in the fire.

My Uncle was a very approachable man who grinned broadly and spoke in a soft country accent and made us feel very welcome. After Mr. Poe had concluded his business with them and had left, we were shown the only guest room in the tiny farmhouse. We would have to learn to share.

“In there, you will find nightgowns, and overalls for in the morning, I suggest you be ready to get up at the crack of dawn in the morning” His wife. Kathy, smiled as she shut the door and quoted from the book of Mormon “For he gave commandment that all men must repent; for he showed unto all men that they were lost, because of the transgression of their parents.”

With that cryptic scripture we stood staring blankly at each other in the tiny room with a single bathroom and closet, not understanding how we could change in front of each other. When Klaus and I had been closer to Sunny’s age, my parents had taken us on holiday to France and we all three did frolic on the beaches naked. This was quite a bit different.

“Well, I suppose you want me to turn my back? While you two put on the nightgowns?” Klaus folded his arms, obviously wanting nothing to do with the notion.

Sunny said sarcastically “That WOULD be preferable, yes.”

“Why don’t you change in the bathroom, Klaus? While we change here” I asked innocently enough.

“Sure” said Klaus as he walked into the small bathroom and said “except it has no door, and scarcely enough room for a person to stand. There isn’t even a tub or shower in here, just a toilet and a sink. I do hope they have another”.

“Maybe, they think we are used to seeing each other naked. Let’s go talk to Uncle Monty.”

As was our custom with our parents, we didn’t obey the orders we had been given to change, and just went out looking for Uncle Monty in his small farm house. It shouldn’t be as hard as searching the many floors of our mansion would have been.

All the lights had been cut off, as if they had gone to bed. It was only 8pm! We knocked upon the door of their bedroom. I suspect I know now, what had been going on, but all that we heard was muffled voices.

He came to the door but did not open it fully. “Yes, Little Ones?”

“Um, we wondered if you had accommodations for my brother, since we are both girls…and um”

He cut us off before I could finish and said impatiently, ”Need I remind you of Chapter two of the book of Nephi, 26:20?”

Seeing blank stares, he said as if disappointed we didn’t know it, from memory “The Pride Cycle. At the moment God blesses his people most, they forget him in pride until by tribulation they are brought to humility and repentance, which brings the blessings of God. Pride of heart because of exceeding riches unto wearing costly apparel and despising the poor is a beginning of wickedness”.

Seeing more blank stares he said “Your parents have done you a great sin and disservice, by making in you pride. You are brother and sister, and you aren’t full formed yet. While I am sure you’ve got your hairs and your buds, little girl, I think you have nothing to fear from Klaus’s eyes. Get into your sleeping habits, and I shall roust you in the morning for your bath, as you all stink of the city of sin, from which you come. There is no stink from the sweat of a hard day’s work or the soil underneath one’s fingernails from an honest day’s toil, but the air you brought with you from the city is a foul one.”

He closed the door, and we could distinctly hear “Now prithee continue to confess thy sins, woman” his speaking in biblical style was hoarse and harsh, a stark contrast to the soft spoken and amiable, southern gentleman, that he was most of the time.

Utah is hardly Deep South. But just try telling the people who live in the country there not to talk like that! Southern is the best description I can think of for their accent.

We moved back to our bedroom with no idea what was even now transpiring between my aunt and uncle. I would like to add that I, as I tell the story of my upbringing, shall clearly mark where I was not a witness to what transpired, and am attempting to fill in the blanks, so that you, good reader, do not think we knew what it was when we heard the low moans of sexual pleasure, we thought of them merely as muffled voices at the door/ But you shall have the full benefit of the story as it unfolded.

At that time, I was just beginning to wear a real bra. Sunny was not. We all agreed to turn down the lights and change that night, wearing our panties or underwear from the trip, and me keeping my bra on while I slept. I wasn’t used to wearing it to bed. I decided given that I wasn’t able to see so well and hopefully neither could Klaus, I should slip the nightgown over my head and go to bed as quickly as I could. Ok, I guess I was behaving like one of those little boys or girls peeing in public who covers their face under the belief that if they can’t see anyone else, then no one can see them. I was in point of fact, very tired from the long airplane trip, and just wanted sleep.

The bed itself was too small for we three, but as tired as we were, we did not mind. We could not see whose foot was smashed into whose face, so we just moved it as best we could in order to fit.

The morning came as quickly as we had fallen asleep, So it would seem for most of the nights we would spend on this farm. In the morning, we discovered that our sleeping shifts were cut far too open, and sheer. Sunny’s purple panties were clearly visible through her gown and as I noticed, so were the nipples of her nearly flat chest.

I wondered about my own chest, even through the smallish bra, which contained what little bosom I had to work with, and the strawberry pink panties I had on. I pulled the covers up over myself instinctively.

As we all awoke to the sound of pans beating against each other rapidly, we became aware that we had such sheer gowns on. It seemed to us that we were naked. We all three quickly made a dive for the single comforter.

“Get up, get up, sleepy heads” came our Aunt’s cheerful voice, “after washing, you can eat breakfast and have at the chores of the day. It shall be a rather light day, as we know you are not used to the good honest work that enriches our souls.”

She pulled the comforter off of us or tried to, Surprisingly Klaus was the one who held it fast. “Let them both leave, and I promise I will come shortly.” I would later learn that there may have been a pun or double meaning to that.

“Klaus Baudelaire, laziness is a sin that won’t be tolerated, you get up this instant.” Aunt Kathy was a pleasantly plump woman with a big smile. Klaus was no match for her tenacious grip and strength. The covers came away, and Klaus’s secret was revealed.

I will admit to ignorance as to what I saw, but as I told you this tale is told with the full knowledge of a woman who has seen all manner of things in her life, and so what all three women, if you count Sunny and I as women, in the room saw, was that Klaus’s six inches of manhood was fully erect on this slightly chilly morning, and the nightgown and underwear he had on did nothing to hide its full length like a flagpole, when the covers were gone.

“I see that the sins of lust are tempting your mortal body, Klaus. You may remain here for a moment, My husband will not allow you to walk around like that in this blessed house.. Girls, please report to your Uncle Monty, and in the future, please understand that we do not wear layers of garments here, you have under things under your under thing” She laughed at us, as if we had just gone out of the house in nine shirts and pants. “Please peel the modern lingerie that you both have on under your sleeping shift, and leave it here for me to destroy. Girls your age shouldn’t wear anything that slinky.”

Sunny rolled her eyes, gasped a sigh and we both slid our panties down, and off. I reached under the shift, turning around so that only my bare butt crack was presented to everyone else in the room as I reached under the shift to unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor. Bending down with modesty, I handed Aunt Kathy all three.

In the course of her farm work and the care of her animals, she routinely put her hands up cows’ bottoms, and washed the intimate parts of most of the livestock with special soap and water and her bare hands. Yet she handled these as if they were poison. To us, they had been normal everyday wear.

“Get going, he is out in the yard”

“Yard? But aren’t we going to have a bath and breakfast?”

“Do you girls answer every instruction from your Elder, with a question? Get going now, while Klaus and I discuss his condition.” Our Aunt’s stern but kind expression was more pity for us, than any anger.

As we left and I turned to shut the door, I noticed Klaus’s erection hadn’t gone down and from what I learned, the following is how it was handled.

“Klaus, remove your shift and underwear.” Aunt Kathy’s tone was serious and Klaus knew better than to argue as we had done.

When it was removed, his donger stood at full attention and she asked him to pull it. At first Klaus pretended not to know what she meant, but it became apparent that she would not believe he had never done it.

Case in point, I had never done it at that point, but Klaus apparently had done so almost every morning for at least a year.

She watched him for a bit, as if to make sure he was doing it right, quickly and efficiently. Then she left briefly and returned with an empty mason jar. Returning just as he was about to explode, she had him deposit his seed into the mason jar. She instructed him that every morning when he awoke subject to lust, that he must milk himself after we girls went to our bath and then join us afterwards.

She took up the mason jar and eyeballed the amount of seed in it with approval and said “You are going to be quite a stud and have many children, young man. I can see that already. If you were a horse, you would be well tended here as a breeder.”

“I will clean it out every morning. If you feel the need to avoid any embarrassment at other times, just use the jar and bring it to me and I will take care of it.”

“So now that you are done, put on your shift and go to your bath.” She dismissed him to join us. He was definitely embarrassed, but at the same time relieved of the sexual tensions that plague young teenage boys.

Meanwhile, we had found our Uncle. He expressed surprise that we had not come with our brother. “Where is that strapping lad? I need him to run this pump for me.” He said as he stood by the lake, in their front yard.

I told him bashfully what was happening, and Uncle Monty just nodded knowingly as if he understood so I stopped talking.

“Alright, well listen..y’all two girls need to milk the cows anyway, so until he gets here, why don’t I introduce you to Bessie and Kathy II.”

“Kathy Two?” remarks Sunny, rolling her eyes. She was having a hard enough time putting up with things this far, I was surprised she hadn’t rebelled yet. I think we were all in too much shock.

“Hahah, yeah that’s a little joke. She has the biggest udders of the two, so I named her after my wife.” We weren’t amused by his joke. So he added “Now you two girls gotta understand, I am a God-Fearing man, but everyone has to have a sense of humor, or else they will go crazy, even God himself probably does, or he wouldn’t have made me so plug ugly.”

He made a funny face for our benefit, and I admit that I saw even Sunny crack a smile. He was a very genuine man, with such a good nature, that you hardly saw him as strict most of the time. Yet, he was also a man who checked his pocket watch often, as if he were on a schedule.

After he gave us the barest of instructions in how to milk the cows, he gave us buckets and stools. Then in our bare nightgowns, our bare feet on the straw covered barn floor, he left us to fill the buckets.

You may find some slight thrill or perversion in hearing how we tugged upon the ‘teats’ as they were called of the big udders of these two cows, how we sat down at their far end, trying to figure out just how hard or soft to tug on them. If so, then the truth will surprise you. It was awkward, but not in any way sexual or intimate. I do think that Sunny tugged a bit to hard on Kathy II, who let out a sullen “MOOO!” in shock at times, but stood her ground and waited for us to finish milking.

The first time actual liquid spurted from the cow’s buds, it was nothing more than a spurt of droplets. The bucket was going to take forever to fill up. As we tried, Sunny whined in her usual way “These people are out of their minds!Hard work? Sitting in a cold barn in just a bed sheet? Violet, I don’t like this”.

“I am sorry, I don’t either. But I’ve been just too shocked about our loss, and its all happened so fast. Yesterday we were comfy, in a nice warm house with mom and dad, and now…this”. I looked around at the dirty old barn, and realized I was sitting on the stool with my legs opened so that the breeze was catching my pussy. I quickly crossed my legs, but it was very awkward.

We were probably forty minutes into it, talking and even laughing at times, just to pass the time as we absent-mindedly milked on the cows, it became easier and easier. We heard our Uncle cough and say “You girls going to spend all day here?”

Our Brother Klaus was standing at his side, his sheer white nightgown on (Yes, boys had to wear them too) and while his erection had gone down, there was no mistaking the outline of his hairy cock and bare chest under the gown. He grinned at us, but in a sympathetic way.

Uncle looked at our buckets, and made a “tsk” sound, as if to say “that is all you got?” and told us to haul it into the kitchen. Sunny couldn’t lift hers, and I have to admit I was having trouble.

“Oh for Pete’s sake, you girls are going to pretend to be weak backed to get out of doing everything? I’ve already heard from your Aunt how lazy you seemed this morning. Leave the buckets for now, and ask your Aunt nicely to let you use the cart to pull them back to the house after you wash up. C’mon, daylight is a-wasting.”

We went back to the lake, when Uncle Monty pointed to a rock and said “Put your nightgowns there, and pick up that soap.” He pointed to a rock, where some plain homemade soap bars were sitting.

Sunny rolled her eyes, “Are we to bathe in this lake?”

I complained “Naked out here, for everyone to see?”

Uncle laughed “First question, no and second question, yes but there isn’t another farm for three miles, so I assure you no one will see.”

“But, you two will see!” I suddenly felt more naked, as I pointed to Klaus and Uncle Monty, and I could tell that Klaus and Sunny were just as uncomfortable. “And its too cold! I’m already getting sick.” Which was true, my nose was running and I was shivering constantly. I learned later that we were in the warmest part of Utah, the Southwest corner of the state.

While it seemed very cool in the morning, it soon got hot there. That is because the Kingston valley is in a ravine in an old dried out lake bed, which is one reason why crops grow here and this small town was settled in the first place.

To us at the time it seemed cold. And all of us cried and were miserable the first few days. But we really did ‘toughen up’ quickly. By the third day I wasn’t even sniffling until the cold lake water hit me. And by the second week, I found even that icy bath to be no worse than a cold shower. It’s all a matter of what you are used to. We had been used to carpeted floors, indoor plumbing in a well heated home—even our pool was heated! We were babies and behaving like it. I was really mad at my aunt and uncle at the time of those first few outdoor baths, but I can not say now that they were wrong to make us do this. Although I still would have liked some toilet paper and creature comforts.

“Oh for crying out loud, girls you don’t have anything that I haven’t seen before, and from the looks of your backside, I’ll need my glasses to make out any of the details, it’s so small. On the farm, we aren’t blessed with running water. Out here we pump it. And you must keep clean, so the sooner you get washed, the sooner you will be dry and clothed. Then you can start your chores and get really warm.”

“You will each stand under this shower, and wash yourselves all over, good and well. This is hard work, and you are going to grow accustomed to it, but you will also keep clean bodies.” He spoke as if we knew the Bible well enough to recognize this verse from Leviticus “And that ye may put difference between holy and unholy, and between unclean and clean.”

I was first, and so I turned away from everyone and pulled my nightgown over my head, to feel the cold morning air from the lake on my naked skin. In a way, I have to admit it was very refreshing. I had goosebumps. I lifted up the harsh lye based soap and walked over to what was apparently the shower, which I had thought some kind of pump made for the lake.

I could feel Klaus and Uncle Monty staring at me. Sunny stripped her nightgown as well, and was told to be ready for me to finish, so that no pumping was wasted. Sunny immediately added “Why doesn’t Klaus have to drop his nightgown?”

“Girl, question not your elders in all things. Have you no respect?”

“Respect? You insist we stand outside naked. This is gross!” she said, surprisingly losing her cool, and being a bit frantic, her voice raised and cracking as she said the last part.

“Out of respect, for my brother and his wife, your deceased parents, who have gone on to their greater reward, I am showing you patience, but don’t think I won’t take measures to correct your behavior if you continue to take these tones, and roll your eyes at me, girls.”

Klaus observed “She always rolls her eyes, it’s just a Sunny thing” kind of jokingly.

“Boy, you are also on the edge with me! Now, before your sisters have cause to complain that they were kept too long from their chores, begin to turn the handle”. Klaus struggled with the rusty old iron pump, turning it clockwise, to lift ice cold lake water out and dump it directly over my head in short, drenching bursts.

I let out a shriek as the first drenching bucket of ice cold lake water spilled on my head and down my naked body. “That’s enough, that’s enough!” I said waving my arms over my head, spitting out the water, that while clean enough for cattle to drink, surely had fish poop and every kind of slime in it. Trying to get the water out of my eyes, the lye soap stinging the hand I clutched it in.

“Girl, I want you to use that soap, everywhere, get my meaning? You’ve not even washed your chest, or your backside!”

“Out here?”

“No, in the private bath drawn by my butler. Yes, girl..out here. Now, Klaus, when you start turning the crank, don’t stop. Just keep going, I’ll tell her when she is done, and Sunny will step in. It gets much easier to turn if you keep a rhythm.” Uncle was clearly more concerned with the effort Klaus was putting into turning it. At least to get a view of his sisters naked, he had to work for it, and he was getting sloshed by the falling buckets of water as well.

I assure you, it seemed like fire using that lye soap, and when I cried out it was in my eyes, Uncle just yelled “Yes, don’t get it in your eyes, or inside yourself. You do need to hold open your cheeks though, and get it good and clean. If you want, I can have Sunny hold them for you.”

At first, I really believed he meant my mouth. So I opened it.

He laughed as ice cold water filled my mouth, and said “Not those cheeks…Sunny, please help your sister wash her behind.”

Sunny actually seemed to take joy in my suffering. Perhaps to have something to do other than to stand there naked and cold, she grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks. She took the soap right out of my hand and scrubbed my asshole and crack until it made my eyes water. It was over quickly though and as I was told to step out, she stepped in to take my place and was certainly more efficient at washing, having watched me first.

Her tiny body framed in cold water like oil on her pale skin, I noticed that she wasn’t flat chested after all. Sunny certainly had two very puffy looking tits, that were more nipple than tit. In the cold morning air, her tiny little body reminded me of a ballerina, so graceful, almost as if time was slowing down. I stood there dumbfounded, trying to control my chattering teeth, with arms wrapped around my chest.

She didn’t have pubic hair yet, but I could tell she must be getting ready to enter puberty. I didn’t know much about the subject, but Sunny always carried herself like she was 9 going on 30.

I returned the favor of her earlier ‘help’, by helping Sunny wash her butt crack, despite her insistence she could do it herself, as my butt still stung from the ‘scrubbing’. I looked to my Uncle and asked “Where are the towels?” in at least a polite manner, holding my arms across my bare chest and pussy.

At the time, I didn’t refer to it as a pussy, but in more polite terms. However, as I have said, I have since learned many names for a woman’s holes, and pussy seems appropriate here.

“Towels? Good child, is the sun not shining? Now that your sister and you are done, you may both return to the house, and I will pump for Klaus, we’ll leave your nightgowns here for the laundry, when its time.”

We were shocked. The walk back to the house was a short distance, only a few minutes. We could easily spy it from the lake. But in the nude? Even as remote as this farm was, surely they could not expect us to walk barefoot, naked, cold and dripping wet back to the house.

“We can’t leave our hair like this! I really need a towel. Can I not use one of our nightgowns to wrap it?”

“Tell me you girls have been baptized, for the book of Moroni tells us “Wherefore, if little children could not be saved without baptism, these must have gone to an endless hell.” So if this bit of water hurts your souls, then imagine what it shall do when you must be baptized! Now be gone girls! Get back to the house, and you may ask your Aunt for whatever female tools of vanity and pride that we have available.”

As we walked away from them, Sunny just whispered “Moroney?” and we chuckled, saying “Morons” in a hushed tone to each other.

We didn’t bother to look back, but we both smiled broadly when we heard Klaus let out a yelp when the first splash of cold water hit his back. Our pace brisk, my body dripping wet, I couldn’t help but feel a little naughty walking through their yard back to the house with all that cool air on my body.

When we got to the house, Sunny went to open the door and found it locked. We knocked and in a few moments Aunt Kathy came to the door and opened it for us, but stood in the doorway. “You are not dry. I did not expect you, yet. You do not expect to come inside this way?”

“Yes we do, Aunt Kathy” I said pleading “I don’t like this. We aren’t used to how open you are here, and its made us all feel really uncomfortable. And we are cold!”

“Yeah, totally uncool, And totally too cold.” Sunny added with sort of a scrunched nose and narrowed eyes, like she was smelling something foul.

“Uncool and cold as it may be, girls, this is just how we do it on the farm. Your uncle and I rose an hour earlier and fated the same way, as do all the farms around here. If you wish, I can wake you with us, and you can both turn the pump for Uncle Monty and I and see how much colder it is with no sun at all?”

“No, but why can’t we just dry off inside?”

“Because, we don’t waste laundry on towels for such a vanity when the good lord provides the sunshine. No one is going to see you out here. Now make yourselves useful and go feed the chickens. By the time you are done, you will be ready to come inside.”

“But my hair?” Sunny asked., Her long, dark hair would become matted if not brushed.

“Indeed, we may need to cut that as short as your sister’s, for it seems to be a source of unhealthy pride and vanity in you, dear girl. Now, do you think you can handle feeding the chickens? Use at least one handful per chicken.” She pointed to a heavy bag of chicken feed near a small coop behind the house.

Still nude, as she shut the door, we felt we had no choice but to go and feed the chickens. Trying not to step in the chicken poop everywhere, we threw handfuls at the chickens, with Sunny suggesting “We should run away.”

“Where would we go?”

“Away, from this mess.”

“We’d get picked up immediately. Maybe this is the worst of it. Besides, I guess I am not so shocked at being naked in front of you both now.”

Sunny smiled tightly and said “Well, I don’t like it. We’re Klaus’s sisters, and that’s just gross.”

“You’re right. Although I guess from Uncle’s point of view, the fact that he is our brother, I guess makes it not dirty.”

She became silent, perhaps lost in her own thoughts, or wondering if she could continue to trust me with her plans.

When we finished, we knocked back on the door and Klaus answered. He was in overalls, with a grin.

“What?” we both said, “Why aren’t you out here?”

“You two were in the shade, takes longer to dry off. I got up on a rock, and I was dry pretty quick. C’mon get dressed.”

His overalls gave him a sort of Tom Sawyer/Huck Finn vibe, barefoot with a straw hat. “Okay, when does Hee-Haw start?” Sunny asked wryly.

We got dressed in ill-fitting overalls designed clearly for boys, certainly not for girls, as my chest was kind of exposed from the sides. Much later in life, it occurred to me that that exposure might have been intentional.

“Hey, I noticed you are starting to become a woman, out there, Sis”. I said casually to Sunny as we dressed in our room, and she dragged a comb through her hair.

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“Well, your chest…you have one, not much yet, but there was definitely the start of something. I didn’t ever notice before.”

“Gosh, thanks.” She said sarcastically.

I realized I probably sounded a little strange talking about her body that way, and I was glad she left it at that.

We both said nothing as we came to the breakfast table. They had already pretty much finished. It was a very large hot breakfast, of milk, eggs, toast, and even pork chops. “We’ve already said the grace” Uncle Monty added after we had both sat down and begun to eat, to suggest perhaps that we must have forgotten. In truth, we had never said grace before.

“Drink your milk girls, its freshly squeezed” Aunt Kathy joked, and Uncle Monty laughed. We half heartedly joined in, not sure at the time that she meant squeezed from the cows we had milked that morning. Aunt Kathy had apparently gone down and brought the buckets back herself. She was a very strong woman, as I mentioned before.

With breakfast done, it was time for us to be introduced to chores on the farm. Klaus got to spend his time with Monty, getting introduced to the care of the crops. They didn’t have a lot of crops, but they had a wide variety of crops they grew all around the year.

We girls were supposed to go and do “Women’s Work”. This consisted of laundering the clothes, which Aunt Kathy did by rubbing the clothes hard across an old wash board down by the lake. Since Sunny and I were not yet strong or experienced enough to be effective at scrubbing the clothes, we were put to work carrying them to a clothes line and hanging them to dry. Periodically, Aunt Kathy would look at a clothespin and sigh. I wasn’t sure at the time why, but I would soon come to learn.

Aunt Kathy noted “Sunny, you never smile except when you have a mischievous or sarcastic thing to say. Why is that?”

Sunny “I guess I did not have much to be happy about, even before I was sent here.”

“Then you shall learn to be thankful for what the good Lord provides. We shall change that attitude of yours, and help you to overcome these feelings.”

In truth, Sunny was probably going through what a lot of preteens do, and because of her intelligence had chosen to do like so many of the so-called ‘Goth’ kids of the day, by being down on the world and everything around her.

Sunny just put up a false grin, and said nothing else. The matter was let drop, but Sunny soon went back to the flat expression and ice princess manner that she usually had.

As lunch time approached, we were famished. I asked Aunt Kathy when lunch was, and she smiled and said “You were told to eat a big breakfast, dear. We don’t stop for lunch. That would be wasting the daylight. You’ll just have to eat a big dinner tonight.”

We were taught to mend, and we went about and fed the goats, horses, and “Big Red”, their black lab, who ‘owned’ the yard. Sunny asked “Why is it Big Red, if it’s jet black?” Aunt Kathy laughed and said “It’s your Uncle Monty’s sense of humor. You’ll understand after you’ve been here a while.”

When it came to the care of the few horses they had, Aunt Kathy was meticulous with them, polishing the bits, bridles and saddles. She checked their horse shoes, and showed us the finer points of brushing the horses, and in general, how to care for them. Near end of the day, Aunt Kathy told us that she had to wash the ‘Horse’s Genitals” and did we want to learn how to do it?

We both said “No, that’s alright…really”

She smiled and said “Ah, the innocence of youth. Well, it’s something that has to be done. It’s unhygenic not to wash them. Well, go and see if Uncle Monty has anything for you, and I will be back to start dinner presently.”

We didn’t go back to the house right away. Instead we sat down by the lake, throwing stones into it, as the sun began to set. Sunny and I just talked, about what kind of horrible day this was.

“You know, they are loving, and they mean well and they are very Christian and I can respect that. But at the same time, its very creepy.” I said.

Sunny added “Yeah, well unless we escape, I guess we have two choices. We can either go kicking and screaming into each new chore or humiliation they dream up for us. Or we can just bite the bullet and do it.”

“Escape? Like I said earlier, Sunny, I totally understand what you are saying. I am just being realistic, that I don’t think we can get very far. What would we do for money and food?”

“We could tell the authorities?” she said hopefully and just a little too quickly, her desperation showing through.

A familiar voice from behind us said “We can’t tell the authorities, They won't listen. They never listen!” It was Klaus.

“They know you are sitting out here, by the way. You need to be more careful if you are going to talk about this. I hate it too.”

“Why do you hate it?” Sunny looked up at him “They treat you better than us! Theylet you stand there while we parade around naked for you to stare at!”

“Hey, I am not staring at you, and they worked me like a dog. Trust me, this isn’t fun for me either.” And then he held out his hands for us to see, red and covered with blisters, some of which had broken already. Sunny started to cry at that and then to swear. I had to calm her down. I was as moved as she was, but we had to be careful what we showed to our Aunt and Uncle. His blisters healed soon enough and were quickly replaced by calluses, but it took a while for us to forgive them. We thought they were torturing poor Klaus. And yet, they really had gone easy on him the first few days. They were right though. He was just a soft city boy when we first arrived. We were all soft from easy living. We toughened up quickly, and I have to admit, we were undoubtedly stronger and healthier for it, even though it seemed harsh at the time. But it was not harsh treatment at all. I would learn what real harsh treatment was elsewhere.

“Well, let’s head back, then.” I told them.

Aunt Kathy was in the kitchen preparing dinner “Girls, defy me again, and there will be a come-uppance. I’ve discussed it with your Uncle Monty, and he has counseled me to be lenient but let me remind you “He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.”

“But that’s for a him and his son, we are girls” Sunny said in her smart aleck know-it-all-tone.

“You will understand the Bible does address the female form, and apply to us as well. In fact, I need to discuss with you your Bible studies, you didn’t bring one?”

“No, everything we had burned in the fire.” I said, not wanting to admit that we also didn’t really read the Bible, either.

“Ah, well in the future, do you not think it fitting to address me as Ma’am, and your betters as Sir?”

“No, not really” Sunny said, and we both laughed. Even Uncle Monty thought it was cute.

“Cute as it may be though, its time you kids learned to be respectful. So from now on, and especially in front of company or the church folk on Sunday, be mindful of us.”

“I don’t think I can remember to do that” Sunny said, perhaps pretending to be a little dense in order to avoid having to do it.

“Tell you what I will do.” Uncle had a way of sounding like a smooth, southern car salesman when he wanted to. “I’ll make each of you your brother’s or sister’s keeper. Hmm, let me see” He stroked his chin and said “For each time, you forget to call one of us sir or ma’am, I want one of you to take up this here switch.” He had a thin slender rod of oak “and strike the offender across the bottom, taking turns so that each of you get a hit if all are present.

“If you do not strike with precision and speed, then I’ll do it twice fold to the person you were going to switch and once to you.”

“You must be joking?” Sunny said.

“No, a joke is like telling someone something so they will laugh. The respect you have for me, as the keeper of this house, and this blessed home, is a sign of your respect for the Creator. He who has graciously given us this life is nothing to laugh about missy, and I see you did not say Sir!”

He motioned to us both and Klaus was first with it, “Yipe!” he slapped it across her bottom, and then handed me the switch. I looked at Sunny apologetically and gave her a good strike across the butt, but she didn’t flinch. Mind you, these were strikes that were more reminder and embarrassment, than any real pain or suffering.

“Okay good, but you do realize that the overalls come with a flap in the back, so that you do not have to remove them to use the bathroom?”

We actually didn’t know that. But we nodded yes.

“Well, I don’t care who does it, but the flap comes down when its time to switch. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir” we all three said, kind of half smiling.

So it went that we had dinner, and then Bible study for an hour. We were read boring passages, mostly from the book of Helaman, and spent the night in our nightgowns.

As we went to bed Sunny whispered to us “Bring on the Hellmans!”, neither Klaus nor I laughed, but we both rolled our eyes and smiled. It was kind of cute.

That night, I awoke and peed in the toilet, the handle to the flusher didn’t work. Noting there was no toilet paper, I sighed, “yet another torture” and went to bed with myself wet. I felt like crying as we shared the small bed.

In the morning when it was time to wake, Aunt Kathy sniffed the air and went to our toilet. “Who peed in here?”

My brother and sister both looked at me, and I said with wide eyes “I guess I did. Why do you ask, Ma’am?”

“You were told we do not have indoor plumbing?”

“Then why do you have a toilet?” Sunny asked, adding “Ma’am” at the end as an afterthought.

“Get yourself to the bath. I will talk with Uncle Monty about this.” As usual our brother waited for us to leave and milked himself before joining us.

I had grown accustomed to wiping myself after I peed, and naturally after I shit. The idea of ‘hygenic’ and ‘clean’ to these people was so totally different. They would rather use ice cold lake to water wash away any filth. It was very strange. Apparently they thought that just because someone worked in the field and got caked in dirt from hard work and “elbow grease” as they liked to say, they didn’t seem to think that needed to be cleaned off, except at bath time/ And then it seemed it was just so they could go out and work in the fields and apply a new coat of the stuff. But then, when I wiped myself, didn’t I just come back to the toilet a while later and apply a new coat of piss or shit to be wiped away? Like I said, it was strange and made me think strange thoughts.

That day went pretty much like the last, except now we had grown a little more accustomed to it.

At mid-day, Uncle Monty called to my sister and I to come inside from where we were in the back washing Big Red in a tub of water, drawn from the lake. We had just been asking ourselves why he got a bathtub and we didn’t?

“It’s time to witness your punishment. I really hate to do this, but you were told that we had no indoor plumbing. Now kindly remove your overalls, Violet.”

“What?” I said, shocked

Without a word Sunny popped the pin to the back of my jean overalls and let fly a wallop of the tiny stick switch against my butt cheeks. It stung, and I clenched my ass cheeks but I didn’t say a word, I was too shocked. She handed the thin reed to Klaus who laid a rather hard strike to my butt, and I couldn’t help but gasp! I knew better than to shout at either of them though, they had been told to do it.

“I am sorry about that, Sir, but I wasn’t told of any punishments?” I said directly to my uncle, afraid to make eye contact with him.

“We are a loving sort. We don’t like to do things the traditional way all the time. But you’ve given me no choice. Your Aunt spent half an hour this morning away from her normal chores, pumping your piss out of the toilet.”

I began to slip out of my overalls, and put them aside, in bewilderment.

“It is customary in our house, for punishment that you stand with your eyes cast down but your head up, and confess your sin. Everyone shall witness your apology to my wife.”

I put my hands behind my back and said “Ma’am, I am very sorry, I didn’t realize it was a sin to use the toilet. It was an accident.”

“You seem truly sorry for what you did. What punishment do you think you should accept for it?” Aunt Kathy was serious at the moment.

“Um, I do not know. Do I have choices, Ma’am?” I had no idea what to say.

“I believe 10 across the bottom shall suffice her” My Aunt said to my Uncle.

“So generous. Do you believe you will learn your lesson if only 10 switches are applied to your backside, girl?” he asked me.

“I guess I have no choice, sir?”

“That’s not an answer to a yes or no question. I shall add two more strokes for that. Do you have any more sins to confess at this time? Remember that if you confess them and unburden yourself before we discover them, then you shall receive less punishment.”

“Oh no, nothing! Sir” I added, trying to remember to add “Sir” to everything. Twice I had already called Aunt Kathy, Sir, on accident this day.

“I do not believe you. Women are always up to something wicked. It’s just a matter of determining what. But in absence of any evidence, I will give you the benefit of the doubt.” He said seriously. “Now assume the position. Bend your knees and reach for your toes. Keep your head down and face your butt towards me.”

I did so begrudgingly and he commented as if measuring up a horse for sale “Oh my, look at the holes on this one. Have you checked their hymens to see if they are still virgins? You do realize the sanctity of that, don’t you, Miss Violet?” he said as the first strike came across my backside.

They discussed it, while he proceeded to stripe my asscheeks with his switch. In no way was it like the love taps my sister and brother had given me the few times I had forgotten to use the proper form of address.

I had to grip my knees, and bite down hard not to flinch and protect myself. As this was the first time I had ever bent over and accepted any kind of real punishment, I cannot accurately depict the shame and embarrassment to you. Each soul biting strike across the ass was done in a rhythm where the next was worse than the last. Eyes as red as my butt cheeks, I began to sob but I would not cry.

When he was done, he simply said “I am so sorry to have had to do that. Please allow me to be more merciful in the future by not forcing us to punish you. I would prefer not to, but it’s for your own good. We must punish you if there is any hope for your salvation.” He seemed genuinely concerned and asked his wife to tend to me. “Dry your eyes in your room, girl. Go and your aunt will come for you shortly”. I ran out of the room quickly.

Klaus asked where we WERE supposed to use the bathroom. Uncle Monty laughed and said “Boy, you are just like your sister, Sunny, with questions that should be plainly obvious.” Seeing that none of them registered understanding Uncle Monty explained about the outhouse that was 20 feet from the house. Klaus made immediately for it, putting on a face pretending to be suddenly in need of the toilet once he found out where it was. Everyone present had a quick chuckle at Klaus’s joke.

Aunt Kathy came to my room in a few moments and put a soothing ointment on my bare butt. By now, having to stay naked and laying on the bed, wasn’t such a shocker as it once was. Face down on our mattress; I let her take her time rubbing it into the muscles of my sore butt.

Later that night, she had my sister and I bend over, so that she could check our “Maidenhead” as she called it. At least she didn’t do it in front of the men. Sunny had the audacity to say “Why not let Klaus see this…Ma’am?” as our aunt’s meaty fingers probed our tender and tiny pussies. She had a tendency to pause before adding Ma’am and Sir, as a form of denying their authority. I am sure the question was more based out of sarcasm, as if to say, he had seen so much so far, so why not?

“Because men are easily tempted, and too great a display of your lewdness will inspire them to evil. Which is perhaps the great flaw in the plan, for the only way to shed womenfolk of excess pride, is to have them be humbled in a manner that befits their crime.”

“What are you talking about, Ma’am and would it alright if I farted just now?” She smiled impishly.

“Girl, you are certainly pushing my patience. Your dark hair and manner is clearly a show. Fart now in my face while I examine you and you shall wish that you hadn’t when I return the favor.”

“Point taken.”

“You girls are intact” she said and added “But, Violet, I am afraid you need to be shaven, you are far too hairy, and I believe it makes both of the men aroused. It is unfair to tempt them so.”

“The men?” I asked, adding ma’am at the end and not busting on Sunny for not having said it, considering we were both right now on or knees with our butts in the air being probed by our Aunt, I thought it prudent. “Surely, you do not mean Klaus is a man.”

“In the eyes of the church he is. Formally speaking, in our church, Klaus will be a man at his next birthday. But that is a minor technicality. He is certainly a functional man now. He could even take a wife, as you could a husband. Although you are far too wicked and naïve to the ways of the scripture, to make a very good wife. Besides, you need to fill out some, you’ve neither the breasts nor the ass” She gave me a friendly slap on each to emphasize her point “to bear many children, now come on”

She got a bucket of water, and proceeded to have me spread myself in our room on a towel. I knew by now, it really made no difference to whine and hesitate, but I did so anyway.

As we were both still naked from the inspection, and she had already rubbed me in the darkest places, I didn’t make much fuss. “This is what we can use a towel for, just so you know, good Violet”. Using a straight razor with gentle precision, she lifted up a lip with her fingers and began to shave me. She smiled and said nothing when she noticed I was aroused. “Best not let Uncle see you with hard nipples and flushed face, girl or you may be punished!” she warned.

I could say that the straight razor scared me. I’ve been told it does many. But in the hands of my Aunt, who seemed so much wiser than I, it was not at all as unpleasant as you might think. It was a bit the way you might feel on a small amusement park ride, you get a slight rush from it, but it’s very safe. .

I tried not to breathe as she continued to shear the hairs down to the smooth skin of my body. “Tell me again, how being able to see more of my vagina is going to seem less provocative to the men, ma’am?” I asked, trying not to dwell on the last thing she said.

“Because that hair, represents the mystery of an adult woman, and by keeping it shaven it shows you to be humble, and more like the girl you really are, not a woman. While we keep to simple, uncomplicated ways, we are neither stupid nor ignorant, girl. Pubic hair catches and preserves the natural scents your body makes. Those scents have a very powerful effect upon males. Shaving you makes it easier for you to be scent-free, therefore less provocative and adult in appearance.”

When she had finished, she slapped a washcloth on my bare pussy, and said “Alright, turn over and let me get the hairs in your crack, and then I will cut your sisters braids off, they are too heavy and overly long.”

Sunny nearly cried, but in the end, she and I were both shorn--her long hair, and my pussy and ass. Sunny was lucky and pronounced ‘hairless’ by Aunt Kathy. My pussy still red from the shaving, I was told to come and show the men. Before, I could think to offer a reason why not, Aunt Kathy dragged me by the hand up from the floor and out into the living room with Sunny following.

When we got downstairs, Uncle Monty and Klaus were sitting in the living room talking and joking. They looked up good naturedly at us three coming down the hall, with the two of us girls nude. Aunt Kathy announced “Ta-da, she is back to being a girl, what do you think husband?” as she presented us both, Sunny with her short hair and me with my bald pussy as if for inspection. I got a queasy feeling in my stomach, how did I get to this point?

A smile crept on Uncle’s face then faded as he looked at me, turning serious. “Turn around girl, and let me see your bottom.” I turned around as I was told without saying a word. “Bend over and hold your cheeks apart. I need to see your bottom, not your butt cheeks, Violet.”

I rolled my own eyes in a style my sister had perfected, but he did not see as I was facing away. I did as I was told, realizing that my butthole would be on full display to both him and Klaus.

“You are such a modest girl! You have nothing I have never seen. Do you think that your little hole will tempt me or teach me some secret that I do not already know about womankind? Now…Kathy did you notice this?” He said as if he discovered something wretched hanging from me.

Kathy responded matter-of-factly “Yes, and I warned her that if she became aroused during the shaving, that clearly her mind was on wicked thoughts and to…” she stopped herself.

“Kathy, did you tell her not to let me catch her?”

“Yes Sir, I did”. Kathy said. I could almost hear her swallow anxiously.

“Kathy, if not for your station in this household I would have you join this lass, you know that the proper response is to have her confess, if not immediately, then at her next correction.”

“I am sorry, husband, I’ve also told Klaus to milk himself, rather than face punishment at your hands.” She admitted.

“Tonight, we will speak of this at length. For now, you may stand up” He addressed me “Violet, look at me.”

I cast my eyes upon him and he said “You may not understand this, but you were aroused by what happened to you. In women the sign is a quickened pulse, goosebumps, engorged and moistened sexual organs, blushing cheeks. Have you ever felt like that when you saw a handsome boy, a crush?”

“Yes Sir” I admitted.

“Well, in the future, if you feel this way, you should confess it to me immediately. If I am not about then as soon as possible, or at your next confession, or else I shall punish you more severely for the time that passes. For this time, you must stand in the corner for an hour while we have Bible Study.”

My mouth dropped open in shock. He wanted me to stand in the corner naked, for something outside of my control? A natural physical reaction.

“I can see that you think I was too lenient for your wicked thoughts, and you stand here waiting for more punishment?” Uncle Monty hinted that I should make haste.

Aunt Kathy was silent for the rest of the night, except to point out that proper form was to stand up straight, put nose, elbows, and toes pressed to the corner of the wall, and to keep both hands on my asscheeks lest I be tempted to touch myself. Nose, Elbows and Toes became the rhyme to remember.



Uncle Monty came over and pointed to some of the items hanging on the wall. They were mostly pieces of needlework called ‘cross-stitch’, apparently crafted by Aunt Kathy, by which pictures and words could be made on a piece of cloth, with each little ‘crossed’ stitch acting much like a pixel in modern computer art.

“You may for now study these two nearest you. You should memorize them. Once you have done that, turn your face back to the wall and contemplate the lessons contained therein. Thereby may your soul may be improved and then your punishment may also be your salvation. That is the real point of any punishment, dear Violet, to educate and elevate the soul, to bring it out of the mire of sin and allow it to become clean in the sight of God.”

“Study them carefully for we shall discuss them when I deem you ready.”

Dutifully I examined the one to my left. “Wives submit yourselves unto your husbands, even as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church; and he is the savior of the body. Therefore, as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing. The Book of Common Prayer” It was signed in cross-stitch “Kathy Baudelaire”. Ok, that one would definitely take some thought!

I turned to my right and read, “Thou sparest when we deserve punishment, and in Thy wrath thinkest upon mercy. The Book of Common Prayer.” Again it was signed Kathy Baudelaire.

The first was clear enough, though quite disturbing. The second as obscure as the first was clear, and yet I found the second more unsettling still, even though I did not understand it.

After half an hour or so of agonizing waiting, while I listened to Uncle Monty read the word of God at their table to the others, he stopped and began discussing me.

“In the future, if either of you shall notice your sister in the state that I just described, I shall trust you, as I do with Kathy, to immediately give her one hour in the nearest corner, if it’s in the field, then you will have to make do with what nature provides. Tell me about it as soon as you can, for if you are with her and it is discovered you said nothing, then you will be just as guilty.”

Sunny said “Oh my God!” in shock

“Sunny! Join your sister. Thou shalt not take the Lord’s name in vain!” Sunny hadn’t had time to dress, and they had done their study with her in full nude. “The same shall go for you, you are not too young, to feel the tendency for wicked thought, and I think the city life has unnaturally provided you far too much worldliness, girl.”

I could not hear what they were saying, but as I told you earlier I had learned to read lips quite well. Since their backs were turned, and attention from us, I used the time to sneak a look at what was going on using a strategically placed mirror on the wall. I could barely see what they were saying at the table in hushed tones. I must admit, it was not for curiosity, but a general growing paranoia that this was all designed to humiliate me primarily, as both Sunny and Klaus seemed to have had a better time of it so far.

“Now as to you, Klaus. Now that your sisters have been tended to…I am a fair man. There are some in the family who would naturally see that the wicked thoughts that cause your arousal when you are not in the act of procreation are caused by your close proximity to females.”

“And I am of the tendency to agree in some respects, especially before your sister was shaved, did I at a few times wonder if my own resolve was staunch enough. But thankfully the Good Book and your aunt, lead me from temptation and to the path of righteousness. In the book, I learn how to avoid sin, and in your aunt, I am able to be removed of the poisons that infect the male organ from such temptation.”

Klaus had no idea what he was talking about, at the time.

“Still, I had no idea you were milking yourself. You are far too young to take a wife, and certainly too green in your knowledge of women.”

Kathy volunteered “I can train him.”

“I am sure you would like to do that. But that is not fitting as his aunt and my wife. No, no. I think for the time being, it is best that he does milk himself as long as he admits to us that he is doing it. I must be informed though, do you understand, Kathy?”

“Yes, sir” she said with her eyes cast down. Then she said so softly that only Uncle Monty could have heard, but I read her lips, “Yes, my love.”

“As to a type of punishment, for you, I must admit I am not sure if you should share your sister’s fate, or if I should create something special for you. When the girls are done, I will ask that you be ready to demonstrate your state of arousal for purposes of education. You shall not be punished for this demonstration.”

True to form, at precisely an hour, he let me stop standing in the corner and Sunny also, even though she had had less time on the wall than I. He explained again about the system of keeping each other in line by sending either of us to the corner.

“What if they are wrong, and it’s not arousal?” Sunny said, ever the rules lawyer.

“You must be sure, to that end, feel free to ask them to bend at the waist as I had your sister do, and smell. I believe you will be able to tell from the odor of moisture and the redness of the lips.”

“But what if they are wrong and just making it up to punish us?” Sunny clearly had a point.

Uncle Monty quoted scripture as if this answered the question sufficiently saying “From the Book of Nephi, And men are instructed sufficiently that they know good from evil. And the law is given unto men. And by the law no flesh is justified”. He saw the blank look on our faces and continued, shaking his head.

“Then, I shall note that there seems to be an increase in punishments when I am not around, more than might be expected, and your punisher shall wish that they were not caught in such dishonesty. I would only punish you out of love for you and a desire to see you corrected, so that your soul might improve, not to entertain a wicked heart. Please never think that, dear girl.”

“So to your brother, then. Boy, will you present yourself by removing your overalls?”

It was Klaus’s turn to strip, and in short order he stepped out of the denim coveralls of the day and set them down. His slender cock at full mast and aroused.

“This girls, is a fully aroused cock. I understand you passed up a chance to learn about this the way most Mormon women do, in lessons from your aunt with one of the farm animals.” He reminded us of the time we passed on watching her wash the horse’s cock on the first day.

“As you can see, even though Klaus has yet to reach his full growth in size as a man, his cock is already fully developed and full of seed, which is used to plant in the woman, to make children when married.”

“Understand so far?”

We nodded.

“Good, well as the Good Lord intended, this is perfectly natural. Except in cases where there is no procreation to take place. Clearly this is a sign of wicked thoughts bringing forth poison into the male organ. Removing this poison from him will ease his mind of these thoughts.”

“So, he has been milking himself each morning. And as he has shared your bed, and seen you naked, it is my belief that in part, you are indeed responsible for his condition.”

“But, like as I would to order you to aid him to milk it, I suspect that will only encourage him, and therefore he will continue to do so alone. Only he must inform me from now on, just as you two girls shall.”

“Klaus, the old scripture, “Behold, he offereth himself a sacrifice for sin, to answer the ends of the law, unto all those who have a broken heart and a contrite spirit; and unto none else can the ends of the law be answered.” Seems applicable here, it’s in the same book.”

Klaus stood there, his cock not wavering.

“As you can see, even biblical scripture does not cause it to waver. And if he tried, he could not stand nose, elbows and toes to the corner in this state. So you shall order him to milk himself in his mason jar shall it be present. And afterwards he must spend one hour in the corner, hands definitely where they can be seen, on the butt.”

“This may seem like a stupid question” Sunny asks.

“No question is stupid. Ask, Sunny.”

“Well, it sounds like you want us to strip our clothes off and stand in the corner. We can’t just do it clothed?”

“That is correct. It would not have the same effect.”

“So how do I know that they are aroused with their clothes on, before they remove them?”

Uncle seemed to think for a moment, and sagely noted “You do indeed ask a clever question. If in your desire to see that your brother or sister are truly not overcome with wicked arousal, and it’s within the house or the farm and no elder is present to come to for mediation, then you may tell them to disrobe, so that you may inspect them. However, if the purpose of your order is to amuse yourself by humbling them, then I shall be forced to humble you further. Is that understood?” He looked at us all three and we nodded yes. Then he excused us for the night.

The next morning, I looked down with curiosity at my reflection in the little puddle of water gathering under me during my morning bath. The marks from my switching the afternoon before were almost gone already. They were just faint red lines in a broader pinkish hue to my butt. I was only bruised a little at the ends of each line. Uncle Monty had used the same light switch on me that we used on each other. For adults, namely Aunt Kathy, he used much harsher instruments of chastisement.

In the dim water, I could not really make out any great detail, not that I really care that much about the female anatomy, even my own. Still, my shorn state was of some interest. I noticed an odd kind of mottling to the skin, like goosebumps, in a very regular pattern where I had been shaved, especially around the outer lips. A few days later, while Sunny and I were plucking chickens for dinner, I realized with a start that the pattern I was seeing on the dead plucked chicken skin was very similar to the pattern on my freshly shaven vulva.

The only time that we thought to use this new found power to chastise each other, came when we were all three sitting around idly at the pond. Sunny said in a mock genteel, southern accent “Brother dear, I suggest you come up out of those overalls, for I fear you may have the wickedness upon you.”

And I said “Well, Sister Dear, you must have the wickedness upon thee, to think that your brother shall be wicked, so you must come up out of those clothes that we may see if you are aroused so that you can properly admit to it.”

Klaus laughed and said “Haha, forget that you two! Let’s promise not to enforce these crazy rules when no one is around?”

“Yeah” we all three agreed. While we had been raised to believe in God and all, most of the things that we were being taught about wickedness, salvation, humility and suffering were all new to us. And we weren’t buying into any of it.

For the next few days, it was life pretty much as I described the first few days. We began to grow more and more familiar with their ways and accustomed to seeing each other in what could only be seen as humiliating ways by the standards in which we were raised up to this point.

Our ‘schooling’ we were told was in the ways of the local county, which had no public school. As a rural area of primarily Mormons, they believed in home schooling, and education in the church on the Sabbath. So we spent some time in the study of various text books from the 1960s with pages missing, and the Book of Mormon.

On Sunday, we were dressed in homespun dresses of blue and pink, with white shoes. The men wore suits. The preacher spoke of Hell and Brimstone, and for such a ‘loving’ group of peaceful people, I found it strange they were so focused on teachings about the punishment of the wicked.



We had enough education to be respectful of everyone and mind our manners, but we were still initially treated to dirty looks and ignored. Our uncle and aunt noticed that we were being treated like outsiders, so they made us feel as if we were part of the community and introduced us around. They took us to a nice sunny picnic by a lake after church and we played and laughed with sack races, potato salad, and sunshine. Kids can be cruel to each other, but when there is fun to be had, they frequently forget such pettiness, for a while.

When we got home that night, unlike the weekday evenings, we were told to remove our Sunday best at the door and to get on all fours in the front room. Trying not to sigh, we gave a ‘Yes Ma’am’ as Aunt Kathy disappeared into the kitchen and Uncle Monty sat down in his chair to read the Bible, not taking notice of us slipping out of our clothes and setting them folded on the ground.

Kneeling so that our faces were towards Uncle Monty, I felt my aunt’s finger touch my asshole with some cold cream. I immediately jerked my head around to look at her and she forced it back to look straight ahead. She applied the same cream to my brother and sister.

We said not a word, as I was the first to take the enema tube in my asshole. It went in and I could immediately feel the warm water rushing into my bowels. My eyes stretched open wide and Uncle Monty, looking up from his reading, couldn’t help but laugh at the shock on my face.

“Oh fret not, girl. All good Christians take this once a week at the very least.” Aunt Kathy said as I waited for it to fill my backside and do its work, she pushed my head towards the living room carpet, so that my ass was lifted higher.

“You’ve done a good job of staying clean, I will have to remember to shave you again soon. You’ve no need to keep your head up, so push your udders (Her word for breasts or tits) to the carpet and have the nubs just drag there. When you get to be my size, that’s not far to go” She laughed and in a moment there was an audible pop and she said “Okay, all done, I’ve got to go fill it up again and clean it off for your sister. I need you to stick a finger in there for me.”

“A finger?”

“Yes, dear, lest you leak on our carpet, in which case you realize your weekly constitutional will be done outdoors so that you are closer to the outhouse to dump your excess.

“It’s alright, it is not wicked. Go ahead and do it, for my wife and I, all we have ever needed is one enema bladder” Uncle said “For only one receives while the other gives. However, in the case of you three, the providence of necessity requires ingenuity”

I got an eyeful of the metal pump, not unlike a turkey baster with a rubber bladder and a long tube behind it. My aunt had an almost perverse smile on her face as she pumped my brother’s ass next and he made a “Hunph” sound as the warm water filled his ass.

Cleaning it with a rag, and gently poking my youngest sister with it, she too made a desperate groan. By this time, my bowels were already raging to release. My Aunt noticed and said “There, there..you must let it hold. To cleanse your body in this manner, you shall cleanse your soul as well. Open your soul to God.”

I swear I almost laughed the water right out onto the carpet, when Sunny said “Hole?” (instead of soul) and the two adults looked at her grimly. My uncle went back to reading his book, while Aunt Kathy merely prodded her to take it more seriously.

When we were finally allowed to go release, we were sent outside. As Sunny was the youngest, even though she was the last to receive the cleansing, she was allowed to go first. She ran across the dark yard and by the time I was finally told to go release, I came upon the outhouse (still naked and barefoot in the moonlight), to see my brother doing the dance of someone dying to release. He was calling to his sister who said she wasn’t finished yet, and couldn’t find the toilet paper.

“I’ve been holding longer than you, let me go first..” I asked him pleadingly.

He turned to look at me, and without a word I heard a sloshing sound and saw him bend low on the lawn. After a moment, he said “I suppose that would be quite alright, considering..” He had let go and the soupy contents of his butt had spilled out onto the yard.

When Sunny finally left the outhouse I too let go with a sudden explosion of warm water and shit into the bucket beneath. There was no way to save any modesty, as the ripping sound of my backwash hit the toilet.

There was also no toilet paper to be had. Now keep in mind, I had told you before that to these people their idea of ‘clean’ and ours were a bit different. Going to bed with dirty fingernails and a coat of sweat on you from a hard days work was saintly to them, so going to bed with a dirty ass was really not any hardship as far as they were concerned, as long as it was washed off in the morning.

I walked back to their house with nothing on, the chafing of my own buttcheeks still a little greasy and slimy from their ordeal. There I saw that our brother was getting punished.

Sunny was also to receive a small whipping, apparently for complaining about there being no toilet paper. Both of them were standing with their hands behind their back and looking ahead. I couldn’t help but kind of smile softly and sort of stand back watching, rather than be noticed and perhaps told to join for some punishment that I had accidentally earned.

My uncle walked up to both of them as if addressing condemned prisoners in his living room, and asked them if they both had anything additional to confess before he sentenced them. They declined but he said “I find it difficult to believe, especially you, Sunny, that you have been up to no mischief at all, and that your ways are this pure, with so much education in front of you.”

Pausing to allow them to speak, I could tell Sunny was tempted to make a sarcastic comment. Surprising me with her restraint she said nothing and Uncle continued “Sunny for delaying your brother’s release, and complaining that you lack the creature comforts of the city, you shall receive 20 switches”. He paused perhaps to see if she whined, but she did not. “Given that you are young and not fully formed to accept pain and punishment, I shall reduce that by half as much.”

“Klaus, as you were delayed by your sister’s vanity in the toilet, then I ask you, would you suffer a punishment for releasing on the yard, or allow her to accept the punishment for you?”

Klaus being scared, I expected him to say that he would let Sunny take the punishment. However, we were closer than ever due to this strange new circumstance over the past week, and he said “I will accept the punishment for whatever I did”.

“Well done, Klaus, then you shall receive a second enema while I switch your sister.”

“ Ahh, Violet, back and without a complaint. Take this bucket and scoop and dump your brother’s waste into the outhouse, for us?” Aunt Kathy startled me. I saw that it was an opportunity to refuse and be punished. So I took the bucket and said “Yes Ma’am” to my aunt. Then with a slight half curtsy, and with my slimy butt still uncovered and bare, went out to the site of my brothers waste in the dark and began the work of trying to dig it all up. I put dirt and all in the bucket.

When I returned my sister was crying and in a ball, her ass was striped red more than 10 times. Uncle was standing over her, trying to calm her down, saying that if she resists and does not accept her punishment that clearly she must not be cured of the sin it attempts to rid her of, and must be done more times. She was bawling uncontrollably and you could tell that my Uncle’s gentle side was trying in his strange way to comfort her.

Meanwhile, my brother had apparently become erect and aroused when the enema tube touched his asshole the last time. A Sign he was told of homosexuality, which due to his fair skin and girlish features, he might be inclined to. My Uncle apparently warned him that he may be forced to break my brother’s nose, just to diminish the chances of him becoming a ‘fancy boy’. He quoted Leviticus 18:22 "You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination."

It did nothing for my brother’s erection, and apparently he was in our room milking himself before he would receive his second enema under the direction of my aunt. Klaus would end up staying up an hour after both Sunny and I had dressed for bed and gone to sleep.

When all was said and done, we went to bed with dirty asses and would not be allowed to clean them until the following morning’s shower, which all of us did more vigorously than before.

On another lonely night, after a day of hard work and chores, I witnessed my Uncle make a phone call, the first of many. There was to be little to no talking between any of us during indoor chore times, so even if he wanted to be sneaky, we knew when Uncle Monty was on the phone.While washing dishes with my sister in the kitchen, I could make out my Uncle’s speaking on the phone. As I mentioned before that I was skilled at reading lips, a time or two this came in handy, and as phone calls were very rare in the house, I admit to being nosy.



He was arranging to get an extension from the bank for his farm loan. He was able to get it, because apparently our sizable trust fund paid dividends to our Guardians, and in a few months they should get a large sum of money. Farming didn’t pay well. And since Uncle relied heavily on old fashioned techniques of farming, like ‘ole fashioned elbow grease and muscle’ and donkey power to plow his small patches of farm, refusing to modernize meant he would eventually be completely unable to compete with big corporate run farms. In addition, he was simply too proud to go to the other members of the family for a loan.

He was pleased to get the extension, but immediately sent us to bed early and retired to his bedroom to talk with his wife. That night we heard the sound of the switch going off like firecrackers in their bedroom and loud gasps, sobs, and moans the like of which even the cows could not match coming from our aunt. We all giggled, because by now we had enough sense to know she must be getting a punishment for something significantly wicked.

As time passed and we became used to our routine on the farm, we were given freedom to wander around. Not to town mind you--if you can call a single drug store and a tavern much of a ‘town’-- but to explore the woods and land around the farm.



It wouldn’t be much of a story if I didn’t share with you some of the more interesting things that happened to us. I suppose one such event came one day a few weeks into our life on the farm. My sister and I had both chosen to swim in a pond on the edge of Uncle’s property.

As you may have guessed, by now we really didn’t have any qualms or concerns about dropping our dirty overalls and jumping in naked and thrashing about and splashing. Sunny was still sarcastic and deeply ‘cool’ but at rare times she showed her true age and would just be silly.

Then we noticed two boys come walking up to the lake, where our clothes were.

Sunny and I shouted “Go away!” Obviously I was scared. Sunny was less scared, a bit more rude and perturbed at their audacity to just come up on us unannounced. “Get out of here, you rednecks”.

The older of the two tipped his hat to us and said, “Don’t mind me, Ma’am, I am just here to feed the alligators.”

I ran out of the water, without a moment’s thought. Sunny on the other hand caught on that they were kidding. “Alligators in Utah? You stupid hillbillies.”

Upon seeing me naked, the two boys called out “Aww, she ain’t got no hair…” grabbed up our overalls before I could get to them, and shouted “Little girl, little girl…ha ha,” despite the fact that I was probably older than the oldest of the two boys.



They ran up a tree and called down “Hey, you want your clothes back?”

I stood there with my hands on my hips panting “Yes, please?” I said being polite. I thought I could do no worse than be polite.

“Smells real nice” the younger of the two was sniffing the crotches of the denim pants he had. “’Fraid to give ‘em up.”

“Tell you what” the older of the two boys announced. “You come on out and Indian Wrestle me for ‘em, and we’ll give ‘em back?”

“Indian Wrestle? What is that?” I shouted up to him, folding my arms across my chest.

“We both lay on the ground, put our legs next to each other, and whoever can pull the other person’s leg down, wins.”

“What do I get if I win?” I said.

They both laughed and said “Well, I guess you get our clothes, sound good?”

Having no choice really, I decided to nod my head. Sunny shouted “Don’t do it!” but started to come out of the water.

The oldest boy dropped down after passing a pair of our overalls to the younger of the two. For his part, the older boy was a red-haired, freckled kid, kind of like Danny Partridge.

“He quickly kicked off his boots and threw his jeans, underwear and shirt to my sister to hold for the duration of the bet.

Awkwardly we both faced each other and lay down on our backs. Ass cheek to ass cheek, we each raised our right leg and intertwined them. Now keep in mind, I was doing hard work all the time, and I had been active in our girl’s soccer team, playing at the private school I had attended before becoming an orphan.

Still, the boy was simply way too strong. He was playing with me to let me think I could win. Pulling my leg apart he got a good long look deep inside my pussy and then he whistled. At that moment, he broke my concentration and pulled my leg down with a sudden jerk.

I began to tremble as I got up, and looking at Sunny I said to him “Please, this isn’t fair. If we come back without our clothes, we’ll get whipped for sure.”

“So would we” the older boy said. “Tell you what. Double or nothing, this time the pipsqueak against your pipsqueak?” He meant to set Sunny against the smaller boy in the tree.

“I can take him, sis.” She said confidently.

“We have nothing else to bet?”

He put his hand on his chin, and looked at his flaccid cock “Well, I am not ready to rule out all options.”

I knew what he was talking about and so did Sunny and we said “No way!”

“Okay, Okay. Tell you what, you are going to get punished if you go back as you are, right?” We nodded and he continued “Okay, she wins and you both get your clothes back, but if she loses we get to tie you up with your overalls and you walk back home with ‘em on.”

“Yeah!” the younger boy cheered from up in the tree “and let us play with your titties for a little while, too!”

“No, I don’t think so, get a good look.” I said finding some courage and preparing to walk away. When I looked behind me, Sunny was already on the ground “Let’s do it.” She had accepted the bet with tremendous confidence. So I turned back around.

It wasn’t over as fast as it had been for me, and for Sunny’s part she gave a tremendous effort. The younger boy was simply wiry and obviously practiced at this. When it was done the older of the two said “Name’s Ezekial, but you can call me Zeke. Paul here is my younger brother. Paul can sometimes beat me Indian Wrasslin’, so your friend here did purty good. Well, no sense in wastin’ time, stand back to back to each other.”

Sighing we did as we were told, and the boys with their clothes still off from the contest, began to tear at our overalls with their pocket knives, cutting them into slender binds.

Our wrists and ankles were first to be tied, and with knots that neither of us could break. Before we were each gagged with what was apparently the seat of our overalls from the smell, they asked and got our names. They deduced we must be the new “city girls” and identified our uncle’s farm. “That’s a good long hoof for you two…” Zeke said as he twisted my nipple and added, “Tell you what, we can make a little loin cloth here for you, a belt and wrap around out of what we have left over, but you gotta let us follow you pulling on your nipples and slapping them titties.”

They laughed and we shook our heads no as our mouths were gagged “Paul, I think they agreed, didn’t they?” They didn’t let us start off right away. They spent several minutes giving us a good “once over”. Feeling our tits and between our legs. Actually, most of that attention was lavished on me. Sunny’s younger, less developed body did not interest them as much. And apparently she did not squirm as much when they would put a finger up between her legs and poke around the slit or rub around the clit. I certainly did squirm and turned really red while they were handling me. I tried to yell at them, but through the coverall crotch stuffed in my mouth, could get out nothing more than emphatic “Nggh!”s.

The older one was quite hard by the time they finally relented. “Too bad you didn’t agree to do it the other way. We could have had some fun. But you chose a whuppin’, so I hope it’s a good’un!”

“Look, Paul, she’s gettin’ wet!” Zeke held up a moist finger and Paul sniffed eagerly—Paul was the one sniffing overall crotches earlier. Paul’s face lit up and his hand shot down between my legs. Only this time he didn’t just rub me, one of his fingers started worming around inside me!

“Stop that!” Zeke shoved Paul away from me, hard enough to make him fall flat. Zeke towered over the smaller boy in a rage. “You ruin her and Paw will be hiding you every day for a year and me too for lettin’ you do it!”

“Ruin her? Whaddya mean?” Paul was near to crying from having the wind knocked out of him by his big brother.

“Here, you grab that leg and I’ll take this one and I’ll show ya.” They each grabbed one of my legs and forced me to stand with my legs at huge straddle while Zeke yanked one of my lips open and instructed Paul to do the same with the other one. “Ya see that her hole ain’t really open all the way back in there? That little bit of gristle sort of going all around inside?”

“Yeah! Say, it shore is purty in there! Smells good too!”

“Pay attention boy! Now that little thing, that’s her “maidenhead”. When she gets fucked the first time, that thing gets shredded and that’s how you know she’s a virgin, ‘cause it’s still there. She’s what they call ‘intact’. ‘Intact’ she’s worth lots than if she warn’t no virgin. If’n you was to ‘ruin’ her well, that would be a very bad thing. Bad for her and bad for the one that made her not a virgin no more. Mr. Baudelaire would have Paw before the church elders and demand payment. And Paw would have to pay. Then he’d come home and whup it outta our hides.

Now you can ruin that thing with your finger or a stick if’n you’re not careful. So don’t go stickin’ stuff inside girls like that less’n you know it’s alright. You got that?”

“Yeah, Zeke. I got it.”

“Good. Well, we better send these two on their way.”

For the next ten minutes or so the boys followed us, as we walked slowly barefoot through the woods, trying to maintain step as our knees and thighs were also bound to each other. They would try to slide a piece of wood branch between my sister and I as we walked with our butt cheeks to one another, I with my shoulders stooped as I was a might bit taller.

They pulled our hair and our breasts with rough little hands, threw dirt clods at us and laughed. Eventually, they got bored, when we reached a clearing and saw our house in the distance on a hill.

“Well girls, maybe we’ll see you again..” and they left us to make that slow walk back to our place in broad daylight.

By the time we got back, our bodies were coated in a sheen of sweat. Uncle and Klaus were walking back to the house as we approached and Aunt Kathy was outside with her arms on her hips. We knew we were in for it.

Uncle surprised us by just laughing “Oh my, what serpent in a tree did come down and tempt you to be bound so?” And my aunt followed suit, laughing heartily.

How right he was, but it was two serpents in a tree! When he pulled the gag from our mouths, he asked us “Do you wish to remain bound this way?” before I could say it, Sunny said incredulously “NO!” as if she couldn’t even believe the question was to be asked. I have to admit neither could I. “Who would want to be bound up and forced to walk out in the open this way?” I asked.

Uncle said nothing, but became serious “As your aunt unties your binds, perhaps you can explain the story to me?”

As we told him what had happened, and left nothing out, swearing we had nothing left to confess, Uncle said “I am indeed perplexed at your salvation. You have engaged in gambling, and in laziness for your chores. By losing the overalls that did not belong to you, you actually stole from me, and these are ruined now--perfectly good overalls!”

“You say they fingered you?” he asked me sharply.

I blushed. “Yes, sir”

“Kathy!”

Aunt Kathy came up to Sunny and I, “Ok, inside girls, I need to check you both again.”

“No, do it here. If they can show themselves to boys they don’t even know, they certainly can’t claim modesty now. Besides, Klaus is getting of the age that he needs to know these things.”

There followed about five minutes of total mortification with Sunny and I both red and crying from shame as Kathy both inspected us and explained to Klaus, using our bodies as teaching tools, just what a hymen or maidenhead was and looked like. Aunt Kathy included the same ominous comments Zeke had made about how we were “more valuable” with our hymens intact! It made me think about getting a broom handle and doing the job myself just to show them what I thought of my “value”! But while I was that mad, I wasn’t that brave.

Finally, Aunt Kathy was done with us and let us stand up straight again. She pronounced us intact and turned us back over to Uncle Monty. Her pronouncement was quite unnecessary considering both the lecture she had been giving Klaus using our hymens as examples and that Uncle Monty had been looking on over their shoulders during the whole thing. Uncle Monty addressed us now, pointedly ignoring our tears and red faces.

“I think perhaps I should take you to the preacher, who knows more on these things than I, for this is a problem I cannot solve with simple punishment and the rod. Do you agree, Kathy?”

“In this, I defer to you as head of our household in all ways of the church”. Even though Aunt Kathy was every bit, if not more so, learned in the various scriptures, she was adamant that she should be second to her husband in the household, especially in matters of religion. In fact, while Monty was no Forrest Gump, he was not very sharp either. Aunt Kathy was much brighter than he was, although she would never have admitted to that.

“Girls, it is imperative” he stood before us fully clothed, while we trembled in the nude in the hot day in his yard, “That you be willing to accept your punishment and to seek out punishment for such sins, to avoid succumbing to the temptation to perform them again. I must be convinced you are penitent and truly seek to be forgiven of them. If you deny your need for punishment, then the punishment must be increased until you accept that it was what you needed.” He asked “Do you both understand?”

“Yes Sir” we replied, although in truth and I am sure Sunny was wondering this too, this seemed like a Catch-22. We would be punished until we thought we should be punished more? It didn’t make sense, unless he just expected us to say that to be forgiven, was my guess.

“Klaus, given your understanding of the scripture, I shall let you make the choice then. Shall I punish these two naughty girls, or let them forget what they have done and make no more mention of it?”

Klaus suddenly put on the spot, said in a shocked voice “Clearly, I don’t have enough training to make that decision, Sir”

“Unless you wish to join your sisters in whatever is meted out to them” Uncle paused slowly, after seeing us resume the attention stance with hands behind our back. “I suggest you focus on the question. I did not ask if you had sufficient training, but given the training that you do have, what you thought their fate shall be.”

“Given that you admit your own shortcomings though, I must say I am impressed, Klaus. I would have most likely ignored your advice had you offered it freely when first asked, and only given you a lesson in why I had to do so.” Uncle paused for a moment “I’ll let you make the choice then, and whatever you shall decide shall be their fate, for you are growing into a man and one day may have to make a decision unto your daughters or wives, if they should fall to wickedness. Do you understand, Klaus?”

“Yes, Sir” he said, seeming to be in deep thought

“Your sisters can be forgiven, The first of the three choices is that they will be allowed to put on fresh overalls and not whipped. Nor will there be any further mention of this incident. The next choice is that Violet will be whipped with a branch 50 times and half again as much for Sunny under the same stipulations as the first choice. The last choice is that they shall be kept without clothes until next Sunday morning and struck if they should make to cover themselves in any small way. In all three choices, their souls shall attain salvation. Nor shall they be allowed to swim in that lake again without my supervision or permission.”

Klaus thought silently for a moment and asked us both “Sunny, what do you think I should pick?”

She said “I..I think the first choice sounded good.”

I was asked and said “I defer to you, my brother” hoping that taking Aunt Kathy’s position in this was wise.

Uncle nodded his head sagely and said “Choose now boy, before we all stand here past the supper hour.”

“Well, as you said they must receive punishment if they are to learn from their mistake, and of the two, nude for a week seems like it will most teach them the value of their clothes?”

“Good boy, although I would have given bonus points if you had said both the switch and the clothes.” Turning to address us “You heard King Solomon here. You shall not make to cover yourself and shall admit it in confessional nightly to be switched for it. In addition, your aunt will have you say prayers at morning, afternoon and night to pray for humility.” We couldn’t believe that this week we weren’t allowed any clothes at all. “For the next hour, I want you two girls to stand here at the clothesline, holding your arms out up to the line and remain still and contemplate your sins.” Still red-faced from embarrassment and anger, we did as we were told. When we were in position, Uncle Monty grunted in satisfaction, said to Klaus, “Meet me back in the fields in half an hour.” and stalked off towards the barn, Aunt Kathy trailing after him. Klaus looked at us soulfully for a few seconds after, then he turned away too and headed towards the house.

A few minutes later, I was startled to hear Sunny swear, “Those assholes!”

“Shh, Sunny. They will hear you!”

”No, they won’t. Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?”

“Why they all went away. They went to have sex or jack off or whatever. They got all hot looking at our insides and now they’re all “fornicating” over what they saw, even our own brother! It’s just too much! Those bastards!...”

And there was some more colorful swearing after that. I have to admit I had been too wrapped up in my own misery. I had not really thought about it. Although the bulges in my uncle’s and brother’s pants had been obvious, even through the thick, baggy overalls.

A while later we saw Klaus come out of the house, accompanied by more, but quieter, swearing by Sunny, as he made his way out to the fields. And then Uncle Monty came out of the barn and went off the same way. A while later, Aunt Kathy came out of the barn, still brushing straw from her hair and clothes, with a smug little smile. She ignored us and went into the house, then came out again shortly and came to us.

“Ok, girls. That’s enough time just standing there. There’s chores yet to do!”

There was no getting used to working outdoors this way. We also soon discovered that naked meant no blankets when we slept and no closing the outhouse door. Aunt Kathy told us that we were lucky to not be required to pee on the lawn.

As the week went on, our brother made to milk himself more frequently. The sight of us bouncing around and wriggling as we worked at the chores, or cleaned the floor on hands and knees with scrub brush had its affect on his hormones even though we were related.

Aunt Kathy asked Sunny and I both if we ‘touched ourselves’. We both said no. “If you are caught touching yourself while you are kept in this manner, you can expect a severe switching”. That week we did get switched a few times, mostly for forgetting the rules and covering ourselves with a hand or arm by instinct.

Towards the end of the week, we were told that Klaus was milking himself more frequently and perhaps due to our influence on him. That our chastisement was bringing him to a state of wicked thoughts, and as a result for the last two nights Sunny and I were to sleep in the barn.

We kind of felt betrayed by Klaus. After all, it was his ‘wicked thoughts’ and our suffering, and yet we had to sleep outside in the barn? The barn itself was fairly clean, although it smelled of horse manure. We had a big pile of hay next to a supply of dried and shucked corn cobs. We took our meals outside on tin plates, and neither of us spoke much during the time we spent out there, least of all to Klaus.

We spent two nights in the barn, but kept to our chores during the day. On the day of church, we were allowed to dress and they even stopped at a “Whataburger” on the way home, to allow us some French fries and cheeseburgers and ‘sodee-pop” as Uncle Monty was fond of calling it. A rare treat indeed. They acted as if nothing had happened at all over the last week while we ate, and even laughed and joked.

I would later discover that my Aunt spent seven full days and nights a month in the barn, because it was written that "When a woman has her menstrual flow, she shall be in a state of impurity for seven days.” (Leviticus 15:19). “Whoever touches any article of furniture on which she was sitting, shall wash his garments, bathe in water, and be unclean until evening.”

So they told me that it was customary for her to spend this time naked in the barn and without any furniture, and only straw as a comfort. No furniture. As my period cycled about the same time as her, I too was to spend the time with her. My flow only lasted for a few days and was very light, but the scripture was clear, seven days, and so it was.

While I was out there with my Aunt, I got to understand her a little better. She was also naked for the first time in front of me. As Klaus and Sunny had to come to the barn during the daytime, they also saw us both naked. Aunt Kathy made no attempts to hide herself. She had gigantic breasts that hung down like fat ripe watermelons with nipples the size of a flapjack pancake and as brown as the dirt on the barn floor. Her buttcheeks were overly round and large, and there was the healed over stripes of scars from many whippings with something far more severe than the switch my siblings and I received. There were similar marks, but many fewer and lighter upon the rest of her body, especially those huge breasts and around the insides of her thighs.

Her ass seemed to hang apart at its center, so that it made a ‘flip-flop’ sound as she walked and exposed her dark brown asshole. I wondered if mine could be seen that way when I simply walked, but I dared not ask Aunt Kathy for fear of embarrassing her.

Her pussy hair was thick and dark like a small bush. She taught me to shave it and her legs while we had nothing but time in the damp cool barn over the week. Her pussy was a lot fleshier than mine. The inner lips seemed really big to me, sticking way out even when she was relatively closed and dry. They were also quite dark, more like a dark wine in color than the bright pink of my own or Sunny’s slits. Also when I shaved her I noticed that the area at the top, around her clit was very red and swollen. I had no idea at the time what had caused that.

She said that she had to be shaved as a concession since it was unfair to Klaus that he be subjected to the sight of a full grown woman’s pubic hair. I thought that it exposed more of her pussy and it seemed a silly theory to me, but I later learned that on Japanese cartoons all nudity was legal as long as the character had no pubic hair, so the tradition must be fairly universal.

Sunny usually brought us out food on the tin plates. The food was terrible, burnt or undercooked, as apparently she or Uncle Monty was cooking and they weren’t so good at it. In the morning we had cold oatmeal. Sunny was not to touch us, although we could touch each other.

There was no bathing, and we used the hay to pee or shit, just as the animals would, except we’d walk over and squat down when no one was looking and do it. We would wipe with the padding we had brought for our monthly cycle, which would be burned in a garbage fire afterwards to purge it.

We would sit in the barn and watch the house together, noting the house lights turning off one by one, as a sign that it was time for us to sleep as well.

One of the nights I was in there with her that first time, I was fast asleep in one of the wooden stalls when I heard sounds, and saw a lamp light switch on. I crept open one eye and spied through the wooden slats to see that my uncle had come to the barn.

“Oh no, you can’t come here with her in here. She’ll wake up” Aunt Kathy pleaded

“Shut up woman, I am in my cups and I’ve been led to temptation, if I do not satisfy myself this night, then I am bound to be unjust in my treatment of our wards.” His slurred words sounded like he might be drunk. I wasn’t sure what “in my cups” meant, but it probably had to do with that.

She took up a position to be spanked, without another word and he laid into her with a thunderous crack of a thick paddle and after each she said “Thank you Husband for your discipline” and after twenty full on the ass, he turned her onto her back and slapped her about her fat, bulbous breasts before turning her over onto her front again. She reached back and held her cheeks wide, my uncle kneeling behind to fuck her in the ass. Later in life I would wonder at the irony of fucking a woman in the ass because her pussy was ‘unclean’.

While I was at that time a true virgin, there was no doubt what was happening here. My view of my uncle’s rod going in and out of her asshole was all too clear for any ambiguity. I found the whole thing thoroughly gross and disgusting. And yet…I found myself oddly aroused by what I was seeing, and curious.

He began to fuck her roughly and choke her with his hands around her neck. She reared back against him. I don’t know if she was straining for air or simply trying to bring him off quicker. When he was spent, after about 10 minutes of rough fucking, he collapsed on top of her back, making her collapse onto the dirt. Then he rolled off her and pulled her to him for a warm embrace. That really puzzled me. He had been so rough with her and yet, here they were now, both of them being sweet and loving after. “Thank you, woman” and kissed her deeply. She returned his embrace as if the pain had been a pleasure to her. Then I was shocked again as I watched her head move down to his flaccid penis and take him into her mouth. She did not suck him long and shortly released him from her mouth and gave his cock a fond little pat.

“I love you, husband.”

He zipped up his pants and left without another word.

Then it hit me, she had cleaned him off with her mouth! His cock had been covered with her shit and his slime and she had cleaned it up so he could put it back in his pants without dirtying them!

Later that day in the barn, I asked my Aunt “You seem to enjoy punishment?”

“Why do you say that foolishness, girl?”

“Well, you seem to be seeking it. If there is a chance to be punished, I notice that you seem to be willing to accept it no matter how strict or harsh, even to be punished alongside us, as he has warned you a few times. I think you want to be treated like that?”

“Girl, if I want to be punished, it is because I recognize that my soul is sinful and that no matter how small the infraction is, the punishment doesn’t have to be proportioned to the weight of the sin for it to be just. It is enough that I suffer in this life, so that I do not suffer in the next.”

She saw me listening intently and continued “I was a wicked, wicked girl before I met your uncle. It was not him who first taught me the error of my ways. There is a place for runaways and unwed mothers that is run by the church. It was there that I learned the cure for my perverse nature is clean living and penitence.”

“I can see that you do not truly understand what I am saying girl, and I cannot find a way to make it any plainer to you. Let us both sit quietly in the shade of the barn and reflect in silence?” she asked but I continued to ask.

“I shall speak to your uncle about taking you there. It is a good example about avoiding excessive sin and masturbation or the disgrace of becoming an unwed mother. During my time of penitence there God touched my heart where it had been hardened by sin. I realized that only through asking for harsher punishment could I demonstrate that I truly was repentant and accepting of my fate as deemed by my elders.”

“How did you first get sent there?” I asked meekly, thinking it sounded horrible, even without knowing what was inside.

“My father sent me”

“That sounds ghastly!” I exclaimed.

“Hush your voice, child. Here we do not have the scriptures to call upon, but I know Exodus 21:7 well enough for it was a chant that I was made to recite while being whipped. She recalled from memory.

“And if a man sell his daughter to be a maid-servant, she shall not go out as the men-servants do. If she please not her master, who hath betrothed her to himself, then shall he let her be redeemed: to sell her unto a strange nation he shall have no power, seeing he hath dealt deceitfully with her.. And if he have betrothed her unto his son, he shall deal with her after the manner of daughters. If he take him another wife; her food, her raiment, and her duty of marriage, shall he not diminish. And if he do not these three unto her, then shall she go out free without money.”

“And so it was, that it was decided when I repented that I be married to my brother, Montgomery, who accepted me as his wife and servant, and glad I was for it, for your uncle is a man of even temper and conviction, but he is gentle and loving as well. Now child, you tire me, sleep and speak no more for tonight.”

I could not sleep at all, for fear that I would be wed to Klaus!

When our time was up from the barn, I found I had adjusted pretty well to the rigors of the household. I was rarely switched, adapted to the enemas and going to bed with a dirty butt. I even saw Klaus milk himself a few times, and I guess I had gotten used to it. At first it had caused me to raise an eyebrow and even suspect it might be a type of punishment until I saw the look of relief on his face after he spurted into the mason jar.

I also wondered what Aunt Kathy did with the jar when it was brought to her, but none of us dared to ask. I did ask Sunny if my ass cheeks parted and opened as I walked as Aunt Kathy’s did, and she told me no that it was tight enough for only a fart to squeak out by itself with effort. We started to laugh a lot more over time and when we could.

We learned about Big Red, and why he was called that. The family dog had a very large cock, shaped like a red lipstick that was prominent any time it was excited. It was excited any time it saw someone and began panting and jumping around on its chain.

Sunny and I washed the dog. Since the dog splashed a lot, it was obvious we had to do it undressed. We had gotten so used to it, that it didn’t bother us a bit. The first time we bathed the dog, Aunt Kathy supervised us. She reached in and showed us how to grab its cock and clean its asshole vigorously with the soap and our hands. We used a much gentler soap on the animals. It was strange that we treated them more gently than we were treated ourselves, but that was the way of things on the farm. We gave the dog a bath about once a month, but Aunt Kathy also washed the horses weekly, and required us to watch as she gave their fully erect cocks lavish attention.

“If you fail to get all the folds, it can attract bacteria and that’s a bad thing. You have to get it fully hard, it’s not perverse though girls. It’s just a beast. Stroke it so with a firm grip, being sure that your feet are away from its hooves. You don’t want it to step on your toes.”

She had us both try, and I will tell you that despite the fact that it was only an animal, I had thoughts about this giant cock “What if it belonged to a man, and he was going to use it on me?” I was told later, that most girls with that task have the same thought.

Over the next weeks, we felt a little more accepted by the townsfolk and even saw Zeke and Paul after church. They gave us a slight wink and not much else.

And the weeks turned to months. One Sunday shortly after my third week-long shift in the barn during my period, when we returned from church, we were given a treat after dinner. Aunt Kathy brought out little cupcakes to the table, one for each of us and one that our aunt and uncle shared, for they did not much care for sweets. Klaus’s cupcake had a single candle burning in it. We had no calendars there and had not realized that it was now early April and his birthday. We laughed at the realization, sang him “Happy Birthday” and waited for him to blow out his candle before scarfing down the rare treat. We were all grinning and laughing, but not our aunt and uncle. Kathy got up from the table when he was done with his cupcake and hugged him tightly, a tear coursing down her cheek.

It had taken a while, with all the strangeness and discipline, but we understood now that both Aunt Kathy and Uncle Montgomery were both very loving, trying to do what they thought best for us. Of all the guardians we had, I can say with complete certainty that they were the only ones to actually care about us. I am equally certain that this loving care sprang from the deep affection they had for each other. Their love for each other daily manifested. And yet, both were driven by dark passions that even now, so much older and worldly than I was then, I do not fully understand.

After Aunt Kathy had released Klaus from her tight embrace, Uncle Monty spoke up. His words were very formal and stiff, and yet there was also considerable emotion in his voice, hoarse and even a bit choked up.

“Klaus Baudelaire. It is my great pleasure to welcome you to manhood. Today, in the eyes of our church and our God, you have become a man. You will be treated as such now. I shall not require your sisters to call you ‘Sir’, but if I hear them treating you with obvious disrespect, know that they will rue it surely. I am pleased with your progress. You are growing into a fine Christian man. Your help here on our humble farm has been invaluable. Why already we have planted three full fields more than I did alone this time last year.”

“You are growing stronger of body and spirit. Know that I am glad to have you a member of this house. You have my thanks for your hard work and now that you are a man, I shall be treating you with more respect.”

“But know also that as a man, more will be expected of you.”

All of this baffled me, he was still over a year younger than I was, yet he was going to be treated better than us? Unfair!

That Sunday night while we slept, still the three of us in the one bed, we were awakened by a noise. It was Paul and Zeke. They were throwing pebbles at the window until we woke up.

“We heard you was 13 now, Klaus. This here is our sister, Sally. You all want to party?” They had five luke-warm beers. At the time we were starved for entertainment (no TV, no radio, no mall). We decided it was worth the risk. So out the window in our nightgowns we crept. The three of them were fully dressed and Sally kind of giggled “My rightful name is Salome, but you can call me Sally” She had the body of an 18 year old, fully formed and a head taller than I, but she said she was only 15.

The six of us skulked off to the woods and proceeded to try to choke down the cheap beer. Sunny said “No thanks, I don’t know where its been” and since there were only five, no one had to share. Sunny took us to a fairly secluded little spot she used as a hiding place where we could talk freely.

The boys apologized for cutting up our overalls and tying us up with them, and laughed pretty hard when they were told what happened after we ‘lost our bet’. They explained that they were known as the “Dewberry boys” as their family name was “Dewberry”. Sunny replied with a “Duh!” to punctuate the obviousness of the connection.

Klaus and Sally were shortly snuggled close, holding each other, kissing and touching openly. In fact, I was alarmed by how hard Klaus was squeezing her tits. It made we wince to think of my own breasts being handled like that. But there was also this little bit of curiosity, wondering if I too would start to squirm and pant like Sally if someone did that to me?

Klaus and Sally went off by themselves and left us with the two other younger boys. They tried to kiss us and feel us up under our gowns, sort of like Klaus and Sally had been doing, but Sunny kneed the smaller boy in the knee and we left with him lying on the ground and his older brother doubled over laughing at him.

I didn’t really want to leave though. I was kind of thinking it might be nice to touch someone, even Zeke, and maybe have him touch me. But that was probably just my first beer and watching my brother make out. But no way was I going to be left alone with two of them. So I went back with Sunny.

When we got back to the bedroom, Aunt Kathy and Uncle were up waiting for us. We confessed what we had done in total to him, and I was whipped on the spot bare ass 30 times, while half again as much for Sunny. “Consuming the spirits of the devil? Girl, you do realize for this alone I could take you before a judge and have you sentenced to time in the church’s school for young girls? If you think you’ve had it uncomfortable here, then you can’t imagine how much more awaits you there!”

Sunny was crying and holding her asscheeks, standing naked in the living room. Uncle looked at her and said “Dry your eye girl. Your crocodile tears do not evoke sympathy from me! Nothing is being inflicted on you that you cannot endure. Remember that you are being punished for a reason. I am sincerely happy to have been instrumental in your punishment if it can aid in your salvation.”

At that moment, Aunt Kathy who had been silent spoke up “I told them to go.”

“What?” we all three looked at her, surprised. Still smarting from the red stripes laid across my asscheeks, and rubbing them to ease the pain, I couldn’t believe it. We had never discussed it with her. Heck, we didn’t even know the Dewberrys were coming!

“Yes, I told them to get out and have a little fun, get to know the neighbors, it is my fault. I throw myself at your mercy.”

“You give me no choice, wife. I cannot abide that. Remove your gown at once”

“In front of the girls?” she asked timidly.

“Yes, they have seen your nude form in the barn. What fear do you have of them seeing you now?”

“I fear that I may be aroused by the thought of the punishment that awaits such a wicked and careless woman, who advised them to go off with the Dewberry boys. I ask that you take me to our bedroom or out to the barn, that you may prevent me further shame. Deal with me as harshly as I deserve, but do not make these poor girls disrespect me.”

He made a face like he just had a knife in his back. “Woman, you know that I cannot do that now. The punishment is obvious and it is now, if I allow you the privacy that your station would allow for, then I would ignore the cause of your arousal. This arousal is the unnatural kind caused by the mischief you invited tonight. Oh, why woman do you do this?!”

“Yes, Yes. You have explained it husband and I submit myself to your will” Again I noted the silent “I love you”, meant solely for Uncle Monty. Aunt Kathy removed her gown and laid it neatly on the ground, her giant nipples fully erect and hanging down to mid stomach for the enormous size of her tits.

“Girls, your aunt’s body is used to the switch, and has sufficient thickness that the level of punishment for her must be harsher. I suppose this shall serve as a good example to you both, but I had hoped to at least shield both of you from the sight of such harsh examples, at least for a time. Assume the position, woman.” He commanded his wife.

She bent over at the waist, and grabbed one of the chairs in the living room, her ass cheeks split showing a very fat pussy in between her thighs.

He took out a large leathered whip, the kind you might hit a horse with from his bedroom and bid us to watch as he struck her all over her ass and flanks, especially in between the cheeks and even into her asshole and pussy. “These holes are the source of the female energy, and whipping these sensitive places on her body, as opposed to just her bottom and breasts are intended to impress upon her the nature of her sin.” His words were rhythmically emphasized as he swung down on her exposed bottom. She never cried out, only offered “Thank you for the discipline, husband” and “I am a wicked woman, who deserves her fate”.

I suspected she was attempting to shield us from further punishment, but at the same time my thoughts went back to that night in the barn.

When Klaus finally made it back home, he was shocked to see his aunt being punished in the living room. But shocked or not, his thin nightgown could not hide the erection he shortly developed. Over the next hour, Uncle punished his wife, and after he was done, dismissed us to bed, having forgotten to punish Klaus for his actions.

As we left, Aunt Kathy knelt before her husband. “Thank you, my love.”

The following day, while Uncle Monty and Klaus worked in the field, Klaus revealed that he had been seduced by Sally and had fucked her. (Ok, how the hell do you call it seduction when Klaus at 13 would have fucked just about anything half pretty and willing?) This alarmed our uncle, who made haste to the Dewberry farm to discover if there would be a wedding.

We sat in the back of his truck with Big Red as he rode over, and talked for about an hour with the elderly head of the Dewberry farm. Zeke and Paul came outside, but didn’t say a word to us. Zeke just tipped his hat and they walked quickly away. No doubt, they knew they would be punished tonight.

Sunny and I slapped each other five, and gave a smile, knowing that they probably were going to get punished also for what they did to us at the lake.

When Uncle Monty came back to the truck, he shook his head sadly and said “There won’t be any wedding boy, be glad of that. He has other plans for his daughter, let us go home.”

Over the next few weeks, we forgot about the Dewberry boys. Now Aunt Kathy was usually punished along side us, and given an enema before all three of us, and was the last to release. We were reminded she was an elder and to take her commands, but somehow she seemed to be getting a lot softer and less likely to punish us or insist on our punishment. It was like the small punishments she endured daily seemed to have a soothing effect on her demeanor, and make her more mellow with us, yet more wild in seeking punishment out for herself.

When the time had come again for us to spend the week in the barn, Sunny laughed and said “Hand over your Levis sis” and as I stripped out of them to walk to the barn, I said “You know it won’t be long before you gotta stay out there with us. So don’t get too uppity about us. It’s very boring.”

“Can’t be more boring than here” she pointed to the Book of Mormon on the table, and said “Sorry, I can’t be more sympathetic about it. At least you don’t have to do any real chores in the barn.”

On the first night in the barn, Aunt Kathy stayed up with me and said “So, you have yet to please yourself with your fingers to sleep?”

“No, I was told if I did, I would get punished.”

“What if I told you to try it once, and you may confess that I told you that you could experience it once, to learn what it is like.”

I laughed “I would think you are trying to get yourself into trouble, so that your husband may be more severe with you.”

“You are a clever girl.” And she went to bed.

That night though, I did play with myself. Laying nude on a pallet of straw and with nothing to do, with the suggestion and all, makes one curious. It was fun, but hardly worth confessing over to get punishment. Gentle tiny round strokes to the top of my clit, with a dab of my own spit and after a very pleasant little shudder, I was indeed soon to sleep.

On the third night, I was awakened again. It was time for uncle to sneak in to the barn and violate his own scriptures to be with his wife. He was drunk again, and this time angry. “Woman, what is this?”

“It is a corn cob, husband, I was seeking pleasure where you would not be available.”

“The book of Hosea, Kathy! Contend! “Contend with your mother, for she is not my wife, nor am I her husband. Let her therefore put away her fornications out of her sight, and her adulteries from between her breasts, lest I strip her naked and set her out as in the day that she was born; and lest I make her as the wilderness, and set her like a dry land, and slay her with thirst”.”

“Yes, Sir. I did it because I have had wicked thoughts in the barn, and I needed to satisfy my own carnal pleasures.” She admitted weakly “These past few weeks, you have been harsh with me, and it has made me more amiable and good natured, but I am alone here in the barn for days, and I had nothing..”

“Shush, woman…get the fingers away from your filthy pussy!!”

“Monty, you’ll wake up the..” she warned and suddenly his hand slapped her face.

“This is not a game woman, your immortal soul is to remain in fire for all eternity, and you are concerned that you might wake up such sinners and fornicators as these, my brother’s children, who have been so raised up in the city, that I think I cannot make them good Christians any more than I can make you one!!” he was angry.

She said nothing, and he made no apology. There was silence. He made her assume the position for correction and he lay into her with the nearest horse flogger he could find.

“For I will take away the names of the Baals out of her mouth, and they will no more be remembered by their name.” He quoted Hosea again. This was a Bible chapter about a prophet of the Lord, who was told by God to take a prostitute for a wife.

After he had done whipping her and then satisfying himself quickly in her asshole, he caught her again fingering herself. “Woman, your lust is appalling” he slapped her ass with his hand and said “Then suffer you shall your lust on the beasts! Come…”

I could not see where he took her, but he wrapped a rope around her neck and led her outside on hands and knees in his fury, and in the dark night air, I could hear a pig make a deep yowling sound and then another. The pig pens were about twenty feet from the barn and I knew when she returned covered in mud, her face having been pushed down in it, that she must have some how had sex with the pigs. I wasn’t sure how it would be possible, having seen the size of their balls, it seemed they were as big as softballs.

“Is your lust satisfied woman?”

“Husband, I cannot stay here for the next four days coated as I am. Will you permit me to bathe tomorrow?”

“No” he unzipped his pants, and without realizing I was watching through one of the holes in the boards, proceeded to piss directly on her face. She didn’t flinch an inch as his yellow stream did little to wash away the dirt. It was aimed at her mouth and face.

When he was done pissing on her, I thought it was finally over, but then he yelled at her. “Get your fingers away from yourself woman!” and slapped her full across her face knocking her flat back onto the floor. I could see then that her hand was down between her legs, covered in fluids.

Aunt Kathy was sobbing. “I am a wicked woman, a wanton. Oh God! Help me, my love, I beg you!”

“Don’t move!”

Uncle Monty stalked off. A minute later I could hear the screen door slam as he stalked into the house. A couple of minutes later it slammed again as he came back out of the house and walked into the barn carrying what looked like a coffee can. He went to a workbench in the barn and returned with the can in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

“Spread your legs, whore!” Aunt Kathy complied, opening her legs wide and drawing them back so that she was fully open. He dipped the paintbrush into the can and it came out glistening wetly. Uncle Monty then dabbed the brush directly onto the area at the top of her slit, right around her clit. Aunt Kathy hissed at the contact but said nothing.

“Up on your knees. Lean back on your hands.” He put the can and brush back onto the workbench and returned with the broad paddle I had seen him use on her before. Uncle Monty paddled my aunt’s gigantic tits then. He worked them over very thoroughly, taking over 10 minutes. He must have hit her with the wicked paddle 50 times or more. She sobbed and shook as he punished her, but she stayed in the position he had put her in.

When that was done, my uncle dropped the paddle on the dirt floor and taking his cock out of his pants again, he squatted a bit astride his wife’s chest and used her beaten boobs to whack off, squeezing them tightly around his meat as he sawed back and forth in between the mounds. In a short time he stiffened and squirted his seed all over her tits and face.

When he was done and had put his cock away again, he asked his wife. “Is that enough?”

There was a long pause, then. “I hope so, my love. And thank you! But…”

“But?”

“But I fear not, I can still feel the wicked lust burning in my body. I had hoped you would have driven it from me by now.”

Uncle Monty didn’t say anything for a while. He just stood there for a couple of minutes. Then, turning slightly to where I was watching from my stall, he called softly, “Violet?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Come here, girl.”

I have to admit that although I knew he cared for me and meant well by me, that I was very frightened of him just then. But I had nowhere to run to, so I came out meekly and stood before him. I was shocked to see that he was quietly crying.

“I want you to understand the price that must be paid for sin. And in woman, lust is the worst possible sin. Women were made by God to bear children. To that end, God made them desirable to men. But that desirability drives men to great evil—they will leave their families, let their farms rot, steal, even kill for the charms of a woman. So it is the part of women to guard themselves very closely, so that they do not wreak such havoc among men, and when that is unavoidable, then they must take steps to relieve the situation they have caused.”

“Do you understand?”

“I-I think so, sir.”

“No, I don’t think you do. Kathy, tell her, please,” his tone was soft, kind, pleading with her.

“Violet, dear. The Good Book tells us that in women, lust is the greatest of evils short of unGodliness. Yet, I am plagued by lust. I am so wicked. I fear that I will be lost.”

“Don’t you see, child? If I am cast out of Heaven for my wicked ways, then poor Monty will be alone in Heaven! I just can’t do that to him! He is such a kind and loving man. He deserves someone better, someone that can go to our Lord with him in pride. My only hope is that my sweet husband can drive the lust from me so that I can be saved and remain with him for all of eternity. I just want to be with the man I love and to make him happy.”

I looked back and forth between these two people. They cared for each other so much, and for us, and yet they were so tortured. It was all so strange to me.

Uncle Monty was crying silently again. I could see him silently praying. “Oh Lord, give me the strength to save my wife. In Thy name, I beg you. Please!” The last was a long drawn out thing, heartrending in his intense desperation.

Then his face changed suddenly and he snarled at his wife, “Very well, whore! You have earned a righteous punishment indeed!”

“Here, Violet, I require your aid.” And he had me help him to move the new sawhorse into the clear space in the barn. He and Klaus had built it and brought it into the barn only days before. I confess to knowing little of such things, but even then it struck me as being a very odd, impractical thing. It was short, the middle being just over 2 feet long and the top part, the working surface of the horse was what is called a “split rail”. This is where a log is cut lengthwise and then split again and then again. This leaves a long section looking from the end like a slice of pie. The sawhorse was constructed so that the rounded part was down towards the ground, leaving the rough sharpened edge facing up—not a convenient space for doing work, I thought. At each end at the top of the support, a large stout metal ring had been firmly anchored in the wood. We lifted and carried the sawhorse by those rings.

When we had it where he wanted, uncle brought over a couple of short blocks of wood and set them on each side of the sawhorse. “Mount.” I was trying to figure out what he wanted me to do when Aunt Kathy got up and came over to the sawhorse. She put one foot up on the block on that side and bracing herself on the support in front of her swung her other leg over. She stood there for a moment, naked and filthy, but she was no longer crying.

And now I knew what the sawhorse was for. I watched with an awful fascination as my aunt reached between her legs and opened her cunt up, then holding the lips wide, lowered herself down to that awful ridge. My uncle did not ask her if she was ready or say anything at all. I had expected him to kick away the blocks she was standing on. Instead, he just grabbed an ankle and pulled it sharply up behind her. Then he wrapped a leather strap around the ankle and knotted it. Then he tied the other end to the ring on the back support. He did the same to her other ankle. Then Aunt Kathy’s hands were tied behind her back. Not quite done, Uncle Monty took another length of leather and first bound my aunt’s hair back into a tight bun, then tied the other end of the leather strap to the ring in back of her, pulling it sharply first so that her head was bent back until she was staring straight up, her body bent in a great bow. She was now resting solely on her cunt, which was being split by the rough sharp edge of the rail and bent back as she was, her breasts thrust out in front, gaining a lift that made them look an almost youthful jut.

Uncle Monty motioned me out of the way as he came to stand in front of his wife with what I later learned is one form of a “dressage” whip. This one consisted of a three foot flexible handle and rod, with a short lash on the end, around eight inches long. When used properly, the rod does not strike the target. Instead, the rod is brought up short, sending the lash or “trainer” snapping out to sting the target. It takes a bit of use to get the hang of it. Apparently my uncle already knew exactly how to use it. He spent the next half hour slowly and thoroughly lashing every inch of her large tits until they were completely covered in red, with lots of welts and many small cuts where the lash had hit repeatedly or crossed other raised welts.

It was during this harsh discipline that I finally heard my aunt cry out in pain, repeatedly. But uncle did not stop, nor did she ask him to. When he did at last stop, my mouth was dry at the terrible thing I had just witnessed. I understood that both my aunt and uncle thought they had no other choice than to go through with this, but surely there had to be a better way?

Uncle Monty put the handle of the whip up to Aunt Kathy’s lips and she opened her mouth as he fed the whip handle into it. I was shocked when I realized that so much of the handle was in her mouth, some of it must be inside her throat. She gurgled slightly but made no other noise or sign.

“Hold that. I’m not quite done with you yet.”

Then my uncle took up his cane. Not the little thing he used on us kids. This one was much longer, almost four feet long and quite a bit thicker. This he laid across his wife’s fat, swollen nipples before caning them. He caned them quickly, efficiently and brutally, making her jerk cruelly on the sharp rough edge in her cunt on every blow. He hit her nipples and broad aureoles at least a dozen times before stopping.

“I will leave you with one last thing to contemplate your sins and speed you on to your salvation, my dear.” With that Uncle Monty took up the can and brush again and began ‘painting’ my aunt’s nipples with the contents of the can. Looking at me, he explained, “Red pepper. Not terribly hot. But it does burn. It will be very unpleasant, especially since she can not wash for four more days. This and the dose on her clit should help her keep her hands to herself.”

As he was leaving, he turned to me and said quietly, as if he did not want his wife to hear. “It will be dawn soon. Watch her, please. If she starts to choke, take the whip out. Klaus will come out in the morning and let her down and you two can sleep.” I could see tears in his eyes again. I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak. With a nod he turned and left.

She remained dirty and very battered looking for days. While I had noticed my aunt absently playing with her nipples a lot of late, she pretty much kept her hands away from both her nipples and pussy until she could finally bathe. It was while caring for her that I realized the redness I had seen around her clit that first time I shaved her had probably been an earlier application of the pepper. I asked her about it and she admitted that she had confessed to playing with herself and that that was an appropriate remedy being both punishment and preventive in one swoop.

But the pepper did make her swell a bit. Between that and all the playing she had done with them, her nipples were getting so long and thick they looked like little versions of Big Red’s lipstick shaped cock.





CHAPTER THREE: The first turn for the worst

I recall the day we got in uncle’s truck to go into town to a ‘traveling auction’ which was passing through. Uncle had all of his horses and cows already at the auction. The only animals he was keeping were a few pigs, his dog and his donkey (to plow the fields).



As part of Uncle’s faith, he didn’t use tractors to work his fields even though he didn’t have a problem with a truck to pull his animals.

When we got to the little auction, the smell of horse shit was heavy in the air. Uncle asked if we wanted a “Sodee Pop.” We all nodded, ‘no’, as we had lost a taste for it and he laughed. The air was dry and humid as we looked around at the almost fair like atmosphere of the small auction.

There were a couple small food stands set up, and intermingled with the smell of manure was the smell of deep-fried fair food.

There were about fifty people walking around the tents, looking at the various animals.

I stood under the “The Latter Day Church of Christ” sign for a moment, enjoying the breeze up my skirt when my aunt walked up and smacked my bottom casually. “Girl, you must show restraint out here. Most of the people are members of our church, but we have an unspoken rule of etiquette” she whispered. “What happens on our land, stays on our land. However, in public we are always the picture of politeness and restraint, so no picking at your butt like a common street whore, okay?” I nodded.

At that she nodded to a passing couple “Mr. Kingston, Mrs. Kingston” she greeted them, the picture of lady-like behavior. It was a definite contrast from her more unrestrained self that had been emerging on the farm, where she fingered her breasts without thinking about it. In Utah there were a lot of Kingstons, and we must have met at least 15 or so.

As I was walking around, I came upon my aunt and another woman talking. The other woman was just a little taller than my aunt, though not any lighter and had short black hair compared to Aunt Kathy’s slightly longer brown hair.

“So, you’re selling Black Lightning? Isn’t he a bit old? I mean his pedigree is the best, but still, how many more good horses can he father?”

My aunt laughed. “Old Blackie can still churn it out, believe me. Check him out yourself if you doubt me. He’s right in there.” She waved at a tent about 10 yards from where they were standing.

As we walked around that afternoon and the sun began to set, we were given the freedom to walk around by ourselves. I could sense the urgency in Uncle Monty’s selling of his animals. He needed money before our first stipend was due to be paid, and Mr. Poe had been unable to secure any monies until then.

It was about an hour later when I saw my aunt and the other woman talking again from far away. I could barely read their lips, but it looked like the woman told my Aunt “"...enough spunk alright. He filled me and then so much squirted out it completely covered my legs and filled my ass-crack. I'll be cleaning it out for...." and then she turned a bit as she began wiping wet stuff off her thighs, and getting a rag wet and placing it back in her purse. My aunt seemed to smile and leaned in to whisper something and they both laughed.

At night time, we were told to sit in the back of my uncle’s truck. As fate would have it, Zeke and Paul came walking up to where we were sitting. “Hey!” they said, now seeing us as friends and not at all like the outsider city folk we had been to them before.

“Y’all’s paw got us in some serious trouble!” Paul said

“Not as bad as Sally, whooh” Zeke added as if we knew what had happened to her.

Sunny sarcastically responded “Why don’t you tell us ahll about it” in a mock southern accent.

Being not overly educated boys, they didn’t process the sarcasm and said “Well, I thought you knew. Sally has always been overly neighborly if you get my meaning. Anyway this time, she is pregnant for shore. The last few weeks she’s been at the Church’s correctional facility for unwed mothers and runaways. Our paw decided she wasn’t ready to marry, and especially not a city slicker..no offense and all”

They looked at Klaus and Klaus gave them the same look back and said “None taken.”

“So we’re here to get a last look at her, if she is in the special tent.”

“Special Tent?” we asked

“Yeah, well something that the mainstream Mormon church frowns upon, but it goes back a long time ago. I guess to when the Bible was written, that a man can sell his daughters, although they get sold as brides. It’s kind of like the fast track to dating.”

“That’s barbaric” Sunny pronounced prudishly.

“Yep, it shore is cool” Zeke said agreeing, and not understanding what barbaric meant.

“Wanna go with us?”

I said “We were told to wait here in the truck, remember what happened to us last time we went with you?”

“Hey Zeke, me and Sally knew we was going to be punished for something or other for all our days, no matter how good and Christianly we was, might as well take a chance. Less’n you is afraid”.

Sunny hopped down from the truck first, and we followed suit, sneaking in the darkness through to the “Special Tent”. It was guarded by a large fat man who sat outside the tent like a bouncer.

We snuck around to the side. The boys lifted up a section of the tent for us to view inside. It was smoky and crowded and filled with mostly overweight, middle aged men. There was a skinny barker standing at the stage and behind him six young girls.



The girls had numbers painted in black tar on their bellies and asses. They were bruised and striped all over their bodies, and especially their asses. They had what appeared to be nose rings, pussy rings and nipple rings, although at the time we had never seen them except in the donkey’s nose. We were told they had been placed there to allow the Church elders to better handle these women.



They were young runaways, and unwed mothers. I have been told that every now and then, a woman passing through would have an ‘engineered’ accident and end up here too. The rings also served to prevent them from masturbating their pussies. If their ‘owner’ wished, they could be removed after they were ‘bought’ by one of the members of the church.

The boys saw their sister. She was the second from the end. They actually giggled at the sight of her. Her hair had been chopped short. The ring in her delicate slightly upturned nose made her look like a beast. An overlarge gag in her mouth kept her mouth opened wide, so that her teeth were visible, like a steel bear trap. It also caused intense dribbling and all the girls had spit running down their bare chests.

Her hands were bound behind her back. For the last few weeks she had been receiving an intense form of training in obedience and correction of her mortal soul.

Sally wasn’t showing yet as pregnant. But when her time came to be put forth to the audience, the barker said “Salome’ Dewberry, a pregnant sow who is only 15 years old, but built like a brick shit house boys, and very able to do her womanly duties.” He slapped her titties and then turned her around to bend her at the waist and spread her ass cheeks. The men seemed to be straining, as if the sight of her asshole would help them in making a decision as to whether to buy or not.

“She is pregnant with what we believe is a white baby, and a Christian child. She seldom smoked, and as you can see has most of her teeth” he put his fingers up to her mouth gesturing at the teeth exposed by the gag she wore..

Smacking her thighs with a wooden rod, and prodding her to open her legs as he turned her around “Look at this cunt” he stuck the rod up to her shaved pussy and slapped it. “No need to trim her clit, it’s already been burned and shortened. This giant clit ring seems to have settled her down somewhat, but she still has fire, look at those smoldering blue eyes!”

We couldn’t see either her eyes or her clit, but the idea of it being shortened and burned down scared and shocked us both. Why would they treat her like cattle?

Striking across her tits with the rod, he said “And nice firm udders, to feed her baby and the future children of God that you create with your bride. Who is my bidder, can I get a bidder, who will bid, bid, bid, can I get a doller, who got a doller, holler holler, who got a doller dollar” and the auctioneer went into his chant.

We overheard a woman whisper to her husband “Isn’t it comforting in this age of religious impiety to know that there are acts of spiritual charity being accomplished without fanfare, saving unfortunate wretches, who if left to their baser instincts, wouldn’t know how to protect themselves from the eternal fire?”

In the end, she was bought by a fat, balding man who apparently already had a wife, for about 1,500 dollars. It was unclear whether or not the man had to turn his existing wife in (like a used car lot) or if they allowed him to have two. But his current wife who was twice as old as Salome, if not three times, openly wept afterwards. The wives in the audience had their clothes on still, and acted as if they were simply watching any normal auction.

The boys shook their heads “Ol’ Man Hatch from down by the crick bed.” They shook their head with sadness. “Wow, we was hoping ol’ Sal would get a good ass kickin’ every day by her new husband, but I gotta admit, Ol’ Man Hatch is as brutal as they come.”

We overheard Hatch say to his other wife “Poor girl, I remember when her and her rotten little brothers would come and steal fruit from our trees. I fear we can do nothing to save her corrupt soul. She used the rustic tools that the Lord gave her to engage in debauchery. I hear in the church school she refuses to serve her sentence with humility. She is a lazy worker and opens her mouth to swear! Her criminal attitude deserves a severe sentence and we are constraining her to silence to stop her miserable body from becoming an accomplice to her perverse spirit.”

“Can we help her runaway? Why don’t we leave this crazy place?” Sunny mentioned, hoping the rebellious boys would be a big help. They knew the land and were resourceful.

“You can’t be serious? Hell, we could have your pretty asses put in that facility ‘til you’re old enough to be brides and sold, just for suggesting such a thing. ‘Sides, when we is old enough, we’ll get our own land and our own wives.”

“Yeah!” Paul added.

“It’s a purdy good deal. Why do we want to mess wit’ it? I am sad Sally got a little more sufferin’ than she is probably due, but she’ll make out all right. Old Man Hatch may even break her spirit some. She was always disrepectin’ us”

“Well you two are pretty creepy, I don’t blame her” Sunny said folding her arms defiantly.

“I think I know who my first wife is going to be” Paul said with a smile on his face.

“Nah, me first” and they began an impromptu wrestle, which drew the attention of the fat bouncer, causing us to run as fast as we could to our truck.

Had we stayed around to see the girls loaded into their cage, and into the back of the truck to their new lives, we might have wondered if Salome felt a level of pride at being sold for the most money (of which her father would receive it entirely, minus the auctioneer’s fee) or if she was in tears for her fate over the next few years.

When we got back to the truck, and caught our breath I added “You know, in most places the woman gets to pick who she’ll marry.”

“Not here. Here tradition says that a girl ain’t got no sense to decide. So if she gets pregnant ‘fore marriage, two options. Either she gets trained to be a good bride and sold like this. Or the father coulda forced a marriage to the father to be. In this case, Old Klaus here, but Paw didn’t want a foreigner…er a city folk, ya know in the family. Especially as we wasn’t shore how soft old Klaus was. ‘Sides, we’re not truly shore it was Klaus. Might’a been one of a couple of others as poked Sally and got ‘er preggers. And that’s just the one’s me and Paul know of.”

When we got back to the farm, a few short days later the Donkey keeled over and died. This animal had been unsold because Uncle had planting to do. Aunt Kathy said the donkey had died due to her excessive ‘milking’ of the donkey and asked to do penance for it. What happened next would shock us, and may you as well, dear reader. I ask that you understand that this is not the public face of the Mormon church. This is a community of about 1,200 people spread out across Utah in small rural communities. Their beliefs are biblical and from a time before our modern standards of decency, of an eye for an eye. Even then, I think most in that community would have found Aunt Kathy’s and Uncle Monty’s actions that followed more than a little strange.

Aunt Kathy initially received 100 strokes across her nude body in front of us in the yard and was tied up on the clothesline with her arms raised up to be bound to the line. When uncle had finished whipping her, we were told to attach clothespins about her body, as many as were in the bag at the time (about 50).

She didn’t complain a bit, but I did notice a tear in her eye.
She was very stoic, made of much harder stuff than any of us.

It was hard to tell if it was because of what felt like 50 ant bites across her pussy, nipples, chest, and overall body, or if it was for regret in what she had done, or simply her disappointment in Uncle Monty.

That night he said not a word to us, and forbid us to bring food to her. It slightly drizzled rain, but we dared not ask to bring her in. She stoically stood out there in the rain. If she had wanted to, with her strength, she could have pulled down the clothes line and made for shelter, but she stood her punishment out. Her short, brown hair matted and in disarray from the rain.

In the morning, after I had made a breakfast, uncle went to untie his wife. They argued an hour or so outside, her standing naked as a jay bird in the front lawn. (I could not read the lips from this distance). Keep in mind, in this remote area, even our encounter with the Dewberry boys had been on the edge of the land, so it was pretty unlikely a car would come by down the dirt road that led to their house.

Such a discussion we had never seen them have. They would speak politely to one another for an hour or so, but cross words were forbidden. Clearly this was something they both felt strongly about and passionately. Aunt Kathy appeared to be sorrowful but also somewhat enraged.

He returned and said to us with her, and looking to Kathy he said “Are you sure?”

She only answered “From the scripture "Unto the woman God said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee." (Genesis 3:16). She was calm now, docile.

Who had ‘won’ the argument? I was unsure. It seemed as Head of the House, Uncle Monty was destined to win any argument. But it also seemed, at least in this one instance, he felt his hands were tied in the matter. And perhaps, that he should not proceed as harshly as his wife was willing to serve.

“Yes, Yes.” he sounded disappointed. “Your aunt will, until the end of the planting season, take the place of the donkey.” Clearly we did not understand what he meant.

“Planting will only take a few weeks to finish, and during that time, she will berth in the barn as a beast of burden. I will use her to guide the plow to open the earth. You have seen your aunt in the barn during her period, and so this should come as no shock to you. But in truth, I have never kept her like this. And I do not know if it is Christianly to do so.”

“Husband, it is. Allow me to end the guilt I feel about this matter. Other practical choice, there is none. To borrow an animal is to engage in lending. And to use a tractor is to profane the earth.”

“Well there ya go. Klaus, you know to take your milk jar to the barn now. And girls, she’ll be fed oats each day, in the donkey’s bag.”

“The donkey’s bag? Raw oats?”

“Yes. And she will drink from the trough of water. I’ve given her a choice to come back in the house if she chooses to do so, at any time. Unless she replaces the donkey, she’ll feel extreme guilt. We’ll buy a new one and more when your stipend comes in. This is temporary.”

Aunt Kathy had taken to unconsciously tweaking her nipples whenever she was naked around us, and she had begun pinching them without even noticing.

“Get my clamps.” He said to Klaus. Klaus went and brought back something from uncle’s toolbox as we stood there listening to Kathy ask “Oh Monty, not all the time? Surely not a piercing?”

“No, no rings, it’s only for two weeks.”

Strangely, Aunt Kathy’s body language suggested she wanted to be pierced, perhaps as Sally had been prepared. “Just clamps on your nipples, to keep your fingers off of them.”

When he attached the clamps he told us “Make sure to remove them every few hours and reapply them after a short rest, at least long enough for the feeling to return fully. And remove them at night completely. She is to sleep and be kept with her arms behind her back at all times, so that she may not play with herself.”

“Monty, how shall I clean myself or perform chores?”

“You shall do no other work than to plow my fields, and you shall need to save your energies for this. Think not of any pleasures of the flesh.” With a tight rope binding he tied her hands behind her back and added to our list of care for our aunt, that we ensure to release her hands daily and to have Klaus retie the knot.

“I suppose you want me to shit where I stand, instead of retreating to the buckets in the back of the barn?”

“No, that would be unseemly woman. There is no need for that. The buckets shall be just fine.”



There was no denying the sigh Kathy let out. Clearly she had expected him to insist she shit just like an animal in the field. At least that was my impression.

“When the yoke is applied, Klaus, I’ll show you how. The arms will be bound to the yoke in such a way that will help her pull. Otherwise she will need to rely on you all to be her arms and hands. Can I count on all of you?”

We agreed and uncle attached one of Big Red’s collars to his wife’s neck along with a pull chain and we proceeded to walk with her being led by the chain to her new stall in the barn. The one formerly reserved for the donkey.

“Husband, shall I crawl?”

“No walking will suffice, it is practical and faster, and you shall pull standing up”

“As you wish”

“But, you can make less talk.”

Sunny leaned in to me and said “These people are nuts! Why is she willingly submitting to this? He doesn’t even seem to want her to do it.”

I told her that I would explain later. And I did try to explain it to Klaus and her that I thought Kathy felt a certain perverse release in being punished to the fullest extent that she could. And that uncle was such a loving husband, he felt like he should indulge his wife.

“Indulge her by treating her cruel? That is crazy!” Klaus added. I tried to explain what I had heard in the barn weeks ago, how Kathy was afraid she would not go to her Heaven with her husband because she was wicked and how it was that that was driving her nuts. But I don’t think they understood. I guess that’s because I did not truly understand it myself, then.

Kathy was fitted with a bridle and bit, which acted as something of a gag. It was only removed when we brought a feedbag and strapped it to her head, and while she slept. The feedbag was a large bag of oats that, surprisingly, Kathy ate fully.

Klaus brought his mason jar to the barn, and left it after he dutifully masturbated at least once a day. Since Kathy’s hands were bound behind her back, we suspected perhaps she was consuming the jar’s contents. None of us dared ask, or really wanted to know. Klaus had to wash out the jar himself, unlike before, but its contents were gone and as her hands were bound, we had no idea what she might have done with it.

It was empty an hour later is all Klaus knew. And as long as he at least left her one a day, he would not be in trouble. Uncle knew that the boy had to do it at least once a day, and would punish him if he thought he was holding the wickedness too close to his heart and not releasing it.

Over the next few days, we seldom saw Kathy. Uncle attached her at the earliest light to the old plow and she pulled stronger than even the donkey had, through the cracked Utah topsoil. Klaus was with Uncle for most of it, but we women folk had to continue with our chores as we always had.

Sunny often skipped a step or swept under the rug, since she knew it would be two weeks before we were checked up upon. I told her I didn’t want a punishment because of her laziness, and since we didn’t have anything to do anyway, I didn’t mind doing it right. She called me a ‘fuddy duddy’.

One night early on during Kathy’s stint as a human donkey, it was a full moon and Uncle Monty suggested that we might go out and enjoy the night rather than Bible study. This seemed odd to us. But even as we headed out to play in the bright night-time, we noticed him headed to the barn where Kathy was berthed. We were no longer the complete innocents we had been upon at our arrival upon the farm and knew that uncle getting some ’alone’ time with Kathy was the real reason for our ‘vacation’.

That did nothing to diminish our fun. The night was clear and bright and the stars were brilliant. We played tag and other children’s games. But mostly we just gazed at the diamond-bright stars in the clear night sky and made up our own names for them and such.

During one of those quieter moments, I got bored and feeling rambunctious, I indulged in one of my favorite ‘sports’. I stumbled against Klaus, trying to push him over, ‘accidentally’. To my complete astonishment, Klaus did not budge. In fact, I bounced off him while he remained standing unmoved. I was a year and a half older and had always been bigger and stronger. Further, I had grown much stronger from all my hard work on the farm. But my hard work was nothing compared to the work Klaus had been doing with our uncle out in the fields. And so it was that when I lunged into him, I just bounced off his rock hard solidity. He was no over-grown weight lifter. And while he had certainly grown in the three months or more that we had been on the farm, Klaus was still a tad smaller than I, although not so much as when we had arrived.

Smaller though he was, Klaus was definitely more solid. And so my attempt to unbalance him had been rebuffed, without his even trying.

That was unsettling enough. Even more unsettling was the easy smile he flashed at me. This was a familiar game for us and Klaus always reacted. Part of the fun was finding out whether his reaction would be fight or flight. But not tonight. Instead he just flashed me a quick smile and then went back to looking at the stars. I really did not understand what had happened then, beyond the fact that little brother had grown, both physically and emotionally.

We were told by Klaus that Kathy had become really easy to work with. She seemed totally compliant to any order. Uncle had a whip with him at all times. While we lay in our bed whispering, he told of us of the harness to the yoke and how it made her tits stand out and her ass stick up as if to hold open at all times.

The harness was fastened to a metal binding that wrapped around her cunt. Uncle had made him call it a “Cunt” and not pussy or waist. It was a make-shift device that caused Kathy’s pussy to be red and sore. We saw how it looked when the metal guide was removed each day, and it became puffed up and raw looking by the third day.

Klaus told us that he was not really interested in seeing Kathy’s naked body displayed, especially as the sun beat down on her leathery skin and sweat glistened off her. He said that she had begun to stink by day two and Uncle had driven her directly into the lake to wash her off, despite her head shaking.

It was back breaking labor from morning until sunset, and Klaus even got to drive the plow at times.

Kathy no longer disagreed as would a human, but more like a horse that refuses to take its course. She was whipped repeatedly for not being obedient, and straying off course, or for not moving fast enough. Klaus said that he could simply not strike her ass hard enough to make her repentant.

“I could tell that she accepted the pain and even when I hit her upon her asshole, it seemed to only make her hold long enough to ensure contact was made with her flesh, but she seemed to desire it. She drank it up.” He told us.

On the fourth day, uncle had come to Kathy in the barn in an attempt to talk to her about church service. We all wanted to know if she would break her vow of silence and humility and come with us to church.

Before he entered the barn, watching from the window I could make out my uncle’s silent prayer on his lips to his God “God don’t leave your unworthy servant prey to the anguish and desire, and deign to give him your support so that he will find the way to work for your glory by helping him to punish this creature whose feigned devotion can only deceive the simpler souls –Amen.”

Kathy had apparently whinnied out a refusal like a hose might before going into fire, but uncle insisted her hands be unbound while we were gone to church so that she might pray for forgiveness for her wickedness. He told us to tell no one of Kathy’s suffering and sacrifice “Even in our church, there are some to whom our ways are not fully understood, and what happens on my land, is the business of the good Lord and ours alone.”

Uncle read to us passages to reflect upon, to help explain his wife’s condition that night in Bible study. Matthew 11:29 “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Which he explained that was not unlike the lesson that Kathy had taken upon herself to learn.

Proverbs 11:2. “When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.” I have come to accept that your aunt’s sacrifice may make it hard for you to accept her back as an authority figure when the time comes, but you must all promise to do so. Will you?

And we did.

But when we returned from church, Kathy was in the yard. She was on her hands and knees as if waiting for us, with their black lab, Big Red. Her mouth was wrapped around the dog’s cock and she was fingering herself when the truck pulled in and she showed no signs of stopping, the clamps on her breasts dragging the ground.

“Kids, go in the house.”

We went in without a word. As we did, from the corner of my eye, I suspect for our benefit, she pissed on the lawn spraying her fingers, as if to say she didn’t care to use her bucket any longer. None of the others seemed to notice.

Uncle exploded raising his voice, kicking her and pulling her by the hair, jerking her head. Uncle was about 70 lbs lighter than his wife, who wasn’t ‘fat’, but she was also a healthy build and not easily jerked around. We had never seen him lose his cool. Even Sunny seemed scared as we peeked through the window at the two of them.

Her bit was out so that she could speak freely, She had chosen to suck the dog with the mouth that she was supposed to be using in prayer. The dog was now running around with the two of them as if it thought they were all three playing. Uncle tried to shoo the dog away but it was not likely to go anywhere.

She cried “This unworthy creature submits herself to you, husband and quietly awaits your mercy.”

When uncle composed himself, he commanded his wife to wait and then he went inside and gathered us “I know you are watching through the window. Come and witness the punishment for your aunt’s salvation.”

Standing in the manner that we had practiced before, Kathy held her legs apart and her strong arms behind her back. Her hair was a mess, and she looked a fright without even a hint of makeup.

“It is time to confess what you did with the time allowed you to pray to our God in Heaven”

“I have been so aroused by the suffering and humility of my service that each night despite my bindings, I manage to play with my ass and pussy with whatever I can find in the barn.”

“I did not ask you to confess to any other time, woman, only what you did while we were gone!” Uncle sneered.

“Yes, Sir. I confess that I did not pray, but instead chose to use this time to seek out our dog, for it had a long male cock and apply pleasure to it with my tongue. Then I masturbated for my own pleasure.”

“How many times, did you engage in these sinful acts?”

“As soon as you left, until now I engaged in the wanton ways of a common whore. I could not help myself. I was overcome with depraved lusts.”

“How many times!! Do not make me repeat myself”

“I masturbated sixteen times”

“How much is the standard punishment for even one such act”

“Twenty-five strokes with your cane, whip or paddle, Husband”

“And do you feel that” and he paused for a moment “Lets say 250 strokes” (math not being his strong suit. As I said, Uncle Monty was not the brightest of men. In fact, I was just beginning to realize that Kathy was manipulating him into doing precisely what it was she wanted.) “is all that is required to humble you to repent for your sin today?”

“No, Sir. I shall need additional correction for my lack of shame and discretion. I do not believe that I will learn with merely one application of your cane, even if done over and over until I pass out.”

“As you say” he grabbed her by the chain around her neck and led her to the barn, calling Klaus only to follow. There I understand that they beat her about the body so many times, that she could not move when they were finished. They left her lying in a puddle of her own blood, sweat and tears.

Uncle noticed that Klaus had become aroused, and had commanded his wife to offer him release for the suffering that this had caused the boy, the condition of wickedness and perversion having been inflicted by the sight of her.

Klaus told us that he was very hesitant at first, but after she admitted that she had been consuming his cum all this time in the bottom of the mason jars, whether it had been fresh or not, like it was honey in a jar, Klaus eagerly used her mouth to give himself release. Kathy apparently sucked him with the same attention she would have shown her own husband..

From that day on, for the next two weeks Klaus never again milked himself, but went to the barn and Kathy satisfied him. She never did it when we were around even if Klaus seemed excited. We didn’t hold him to the rules about stripping and letting us smack his butt either. It seemed that with Kathy as the focus of punishments, Sunny and I were getting a lot of freedom and a lot less attention, and we liked it.

Kathy never seemed to fully heal. Instead her body was like a mottled yellow brown bruise up from her black and dirty feet, to all about her face and everywhere in between, with more welts and cuts on her breasts, buttcheeks, inner thighs, and between her legs. Klaus had become fascinated with the asshole itself and as Kathy was more than willing, he began to torment her ass with his fingers and slaps during her ordeals. Her body criss-crossed with fresh and older healing stripes, she was like an old used up hooker. While her skin had become tan and leathery during the first few days of her trial as donkey, now on the fifth day it was just a mess of cuts, scrapes and patches of bruises.

Much later, at a time when Sunny was not around, Klaus confessed to me just why he was so fascinated with Kathy’s asshole. It seems that while he and uncle were out in the fields with Kathy, Uncle Monty would become aroused and stopping her in her tracks, he would bend her over and fuck her in the asshole right there in the field, in front of Klaus. Klaus would in turn get aroused watching his uncle assfuck Kathy and then Uncle Monty would invite Klaus to use her mouth to draw out the ‘venom of lust’ that she was casting over the two of them doing gods work. I had some difficulty believing all of this, it almost sounded like he was stroking his own ego.

“But I thought seeing her naked and sweaty in the fields was gross, that you did not enjoy it at all.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“But then you did get ‘aroused’ and you fucked her? In the ass?”

“Yeah. It’s really weird, I know. But watching uncle fuck her, well, it just got me terribly hard. I know she is my aunt, and that makes it seem dirty.”

“He ordered you?”

“Yeah. Uncle Monty said that we needed to stretch her asshole open so the whip could get inside more easily. He said that that was one of the only ways to hurt her enough to get through to her.”

“But you said she stank!”

“She really did. It was gross, really.”

“And yet he stuck his thing up her butthole anyway? Guys are gross!”

“Well, yeah. I guess so.” Klaus agreed

They had taken to calling her “Old Whore” and uncle insisted that he would see the preacher about her when the fields were all done.

Uncle became sick with the cold one morning and sent Klaus out on his own with his wife to plow one of the fields. Klaus had become skilled enough that it posed no problem to him. After all, Kathy did all the work.

Kathy lied to Klaus that morning and told him when he was applying her bit, that Uncle commanded that one of the corn cobs be put far up her asshole. Klaus should have known he would have been told if something new was to be added to Kathy’s torments by his uncle. However, as I said Klaus was fascinated with the purple ring around the ass and so for that day’s plowing, and he was manipulated into believing this was a new requirement pretty easily. She did the back field with a corn cob full up her asshole, shoved in near to the hilt and then twisted around fully by her nephew.

That day when he had finished, Klaus told his uncle that he had chosen to take the initiative and plow the field with not only turnips but potatoes which were more in demand. Klaus hated turnips. Uncle screamed “No son, that is in violation of Leviticus 19:19, by planting two different crops in the same field! If any shall discover it, I shall be ruined.”

Despite his failing health he got up to roust his wife, and get the plow. We begged him not to go, fearing for his health. Besides it was almost nightfall.

When he discovered his wife had lied to Klaus about the corncob, he didn’t have time to punish her, such was his frenzy to be in accordance with God’s law on his land, and afraid of the curse of violation of its word.

“Woman, you shall not tempt me to violate God’s law, to save your soul with penitence.. Now plow, you bitch!”

Plow they did that night.

When we found them the next morning, Kathy’s solid muscular frame was lying face down in the mud, still attached to the plow. A turnip pushed solidly up her ass with the green bushy part sticking out, being eaten slowly by one of the few remaining goats on the farm.

Uncle was found a distance away, also naked and with his cock head in his hand, his seed spilled on the ground, both that of his body and his turnips.

Clearly, they had died of some kind of anguish and heart attacks. Their faces turned up in pain and agony, Uncle’s dirty fingernails and calloused hands still clutching his heart.

Sweat still seemed to glisten from their bodies, had they labored to death? Argued? Fucked themselves to oblivion? I wondered could it have been possible to do all three?

We theorized for a while about how to handle this. Calling the police might bring scandal or worse. What if we were suspected of murdering them?

We thought about pretending they lived and continuing to work the farm, but that seemed like pure fantasy.

In the end, we called Mr. Poe who didn’t seem surprised at all that our benefactors were dead. “Remain there. I shall have it taken care of.”

In a matter of days, we were picked up and brought to our Aunt Josephine’s house. Once again, we had no baggage for we had only our overalls and the church clothes. The overalls were tattered and dirty and stank, so we stuck with the church clothes and that was all that we had. They were awkward and geeky looking, something out of the “Brady Bunch” episodes of years past, but they were better than overalls.

The Book of Josephine
CHAPTER FOUR

COMING SOON

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