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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN I could smell the hormones as I entered the room they were in. The man was clearly horny as all hell. Mom was clearly not. She was also clearly extremely nervous. I, too, got a very nervous feeling walking into the room. I had the feeling that I was being 'sacrificed' to this man, to get him off Mom's case. What's more, I knew it was somewhat my idea too, to begin with; *I* thought of going and putting on a dress, to take some heat off of Mom. Now that I was entering the room, now that I could see and smell clearly just how much more dangerous this man was - much scarier than my brothers, or the other men I'd come in contact with until now had been - I regretted that decision. I could have thought of another way of saving her! "This is my little sister, Jasmine," Randy said, waking me out of my thoughts. "Hi Jasmine, I'm Clark," the man said with a smirk, holding out his hand for me to shake. Randy gave me a push, and I walked towards him. He grabbed my right hand and put it to his lips, kissing it a little too tenderly and for just a little longer than he should have for that not to have been extremely super creepy. "Pleased to meet you," he said again. "Your Mom told me all about you." 'All about me?' I thought. 'She wouldn't have told him about me not being completely human, would she?' "I'm really sorry about your birth parents," he then said. "But I'm really glad you came to live here, Rita's a really good woman and I'm sure you'll be very happy and well-loved, and well-taken-care-of here." Despite that sounding rather sincere to you, I knew, based on his eyes, his facial expressions, and his smell, that he was thinking of other things. I could also tell that Mom's mood had changed once I entered the room. She was eyeing me, alternating between a big smile and an open mouth. Finally she said, "Hey, Jasmine, come stand over here in front of us where we can all see your whole outfit, head to toe. I've never seen you dressed like that before!" When I hesitated, Randy came up behind me, put his hands on my waist, lifted me into the air and put me down so that I was standing on the coffee table. "Such a cutie!" Clark said. "Randy, move her hands away," Mom said. "She shouldn't be hiding herself like that." Randy didn't hesitate to comply - he took my wrists in his hands and held my arms straight out. Mom and Clark both complimented me on looking really pretty. "Rita, did you buy that outfit for her? Or did she pick it out herself?" "Well, I bought her three skirts to choose from: a long one, a mini-skirt, and this micro-skirt. She chose to wear the micro-skirt all on her own!" I died, inside, hearing her say this to her friend. That was NOT how it happened at all! But how could I explain it without a voice? Mom continued. "I also bought her a button-down shirt that she could have worn over her undershirt, and a pair of pantihose. But she chose to come like this! I guess she wanted to make a good impression on you!" "Believe me, she did!" Clark said with a laugh. Randy said, "Keep your arms out like this until we tell you to lower them." Then he let go of my wrists. I obeyed the order, and kept my arms out to the sides. Then Mom addressed me and said, "Jasmine, honey, you did see that there were another two skirts, right? Both longer than this one." How was I supposed to answer that without speaking? I couldn't lie - Randy would tell her I was lying, and I'd probably get a spanking right there in front of this stranger. Perhaps he'd even be the one to do it! So I had no choice, I nodded, because that, technically, was the correct answer - I HAD seen that there were two other skirts. But if I had been able to speak, I would have explained that Randy made me wear this one and didn't give me a choice in the matter. Randy spoke up and said, "She tried on all three, but decided on this one to honour you, Mom, and to make your guest happy. She's not the shy little girl that she used to be, you know, she's really growing up and slowly coming out of her shell." Clark said, "How old are you, cute little Jasmine?" Mom said, "How old are you darling? Eight and a half, right, sweetie? Sometimes she says nine because she wants to be older. But she's really only eight." 'Why were they making me younger and younger?' I asked myself, feeling very frustrated. Clark said, "She definitely looks more like eight than nine." 'How would he know?' I wondered. "Cutie," he said, "being a cute little girl is nothing to be ashamed of. You're absolutely adorable! If you were my daughter I'd do some magic to keep you this age forever!" I gasped, silently. Little did he know! "Why's she so quiet?" Clark whispered to Mom. "Can't she talk?" Mom laughed out loud. "Of course she can talk - way too much, in fact. She talks all the time. But we're lucky tonight. She got laryngitis and the doctor said she's not allowed to talk, not even a little. If she says something, she's gonna get a spanking." "I think she's much more fun this way," Randy said. "So cute and fun to look at, and so pleasantly silent. When she's not like this, she talks and talks, as little girls do. She says all sorts of silly little girl stuff, and never lets you get a word in." Mom laughed and said, "Definitely!" Clark smiled at me and winked. "You're perfect. Just like a little toy doll. We can look at you and play with you all we want, and you can't get in our way or demand things from us. It's like taking that old adage seriously: 'Children are meant to be seen but not heard' they used to say." He turned his head and spoke to Mom. "Maybe, if you both like her better like this, you could find a doctor who could permanently remove her vocal chords. It wouldn't be legal, I'm sure. But I bet, if you want, I could find a doctor who would do it for a price." I felt horrified. They all laughed. I couldn't tell how serious any of them was. Mom said, "Are your arms getting tired, baby-girl? You can put them down at your sides now. Just don't try to cover your body with them." I did as she said. Then she said, "Randy, turn her around so we can see how she looks from behind." Randy gladly put his hands on me once more, and spun me around. Mom gasped. Clark said, "Wow, adorable. That's a really great outfit. Thanks so much for inviting me over today, Rita!" Randy put his hands on my shoulder and turned me back around, to face them. I saw Clark doing something with his phone. Then he asked, "Rita, do you mind if I take a few pictures of her? She's just so pretty, so perfectly formed!" I wanted to shout "NO!". But I knew I wasn't able to do that. I also wanted to shake my head vigorously. But my mind wouldn't do it. I kept noticing the feeling of the collar locked to my neck. And I kept feeling that since I wasn't asked my opinion, I had no right to give it. Despite really wanting to do otherwise, I just remained completely still and waited for Mom's decision. "Of course you can!" she said, sounding excited. "Go right ahead, take as many as you'd like!" And then to me she said, "What a compliment, Jasmine! He wants to take your picture because you're so pretty!" I gulped. They didn't notice. Clark pointed his phone at me and snapped a few pictures. Based on his hand movements, I could tell he was zooming in on my different body parts. His camera wasn't on 'silent' mode, so I could hear every time he clicked a picture. He took fifteen pictures of me, from the front! And then he said, "Turn around for me please, little one." I was about to do it, but hesitated just slightly. Randy gave me a quick slap on my bottom, and then took my shoulders and spun me around for him. "Do as your told," he told me sternly. I stood still, facing away from Clark, and counted seventeen more clicks. Then Clark said, "Come, let me give you a hug to thank you." I turned around and looked at him. He was rather overweight, with a big ugly moustache, and I could smell from afar that he didn't use enough deodorant. I really didn't want him touching me. I looked at Mom for help. But she just nodded and said "Go on, be a good little girl and give Uncle Clark a hug." So, what else could I do? I obeyed. I tiptoed towards him. As soon as I was within reach, he reached out and grabbed my wrists and pulled be until I was standing against him, between his spread knees. He then put his fat arms around me and gave me a tight hug. I responded by putting my arms around his neck and hugging him back. He said, "Mmmm, you smell so sweet!" He let go of me. I smiled, and then turned and walked away from him. As I turned around, something touched my butt for a second. I couldn't tell if it was his hand, his arm, or just his knee, and I couldn't tell if it had happened by accident or on purpose. "Why don't we go have dinner, now," Mom said. "We don't want the food to get cold." I was relieved - I'd finally stop being the centre of attention - or so I thought. Then she added, "Jasmine, I understand that you're our waitress for the evening? Would you take Uncle Clark by the hand and show him to his seat?" I walked back towards him and extended my hand. He put his enormous hand around mine, laughing about how tiny mine was as he did this. He stood up. And then, claiming that it was easier to hold because of my size, he let go of my hand and held my wrist instead. As we walked to the dining room he held his arm out in front of him so that I was walking slightly ahead; that way, he said, he'd be able to see me better, because I moved so cutely when I walked. I FINALLY was able to begin serving dinner. Randy sat at the table with the rest of them, while I brought all the food to the table. I had to serve them EVERYTHING. Even though the drinks were on the table within arm's reach, any time they wanted a refill they asked me to pour for them. Any time they wanted something more on their plates, I had to put it there for them. I didn't even get thirty seconds to sit down and relax. Not that I was getting physically tired - I just felt very, very used. At least I didn't have to put the spoons in their mouths, or chew for them. At one point, Clark asked Mom if I shouldn't be eating as well, but she told him that I didn't need to, that I was given my meal earlier, because I was a little child. That was enough to satisfy his curiosity. I was really looking forward to this evening ending. I served them all dessert - fruit and coffee. And then Clark said, "Poor Jasmine, you've been standing this whole time. You should sit down and rest now." I thought, for a second, that he was actually considering my needs. But then he said, "Why don't you come have a seat on my lap?" I looked around. It was a large table, and there were a few empty seats, including one right next to him. I smiled at him, but shrugged, and then went and sat in the empty seat beside Mom. I knew not to expect that to work, though. Right away, Mom said, "Don't be shy, sweetie. You should take Uncle Clark up on his nice, kind offer!" And then Randy got up and walked towards me. He said, "Here, let me help you." Then he slipped a hand under my thighs, and put his other hand against my back, and lifted me into the air. Clark stood up too, and Randy passed me to him, over the table! Clark sat back down with me on his lap. For the next ten minutes, I was held by Clark as he cuddled me and stroked my back, legs, arms, stomach, shoulders, head and hair with his hands. During this time, the three of them were discussing 'grown-up things' which, embarrassingly, I found myself unable to follow. About ten minutes later Mom suggested that they move and sit in the living room once more. Without asking me, Clark stood up holding me, and carried me with him into the living room. He sat down on the couch and held me on his lap again, continuing to stroke me. And, by now, though I found this to be extremely humiliating emotionally, physically I was enjoying his touch. The phone rang, and Randy went and talked in the other room. I tried to listen in and figure out who he was talking to, using my super hearing abilities. I was able to figure out that it was Roger, and that he had wanted to talk to me - but nothing more, because I was getting a lot of distractions from Mom and Clark. Mom suggested that she take some pictures of him and me, with his phone, and he loved the idea. First, though, he 'noticed' that the strings on the sides of my shirt were meant to be tied and weren't. He made me stand up facing him with my hands behind my head while he tied them for me. He tied them as tightly as possible, causing the whole bottom third of my shirt to scrunch up, uncovering a great deal of my lower belly including my belly- button. He was very pleased with this and complimented me on how I looked, as well as my choice of shirt. He then made a point of touching my bare belly and even kissing it! Then he had me sit on his lap again, in various poses, while Mom snapped pictures. Mom suggested that I lie across his knees, belly up, with my head hanging down towards the floor on one side of his legs and my legs hanging down on the other side. This displayed my bare stomach to the max, and after she took about twenty pictures of him playing with my stomach, he asked her to take a few close-ups of my stomach for him. When he decided enough pictures had been taken, Mom handed him back his phone. He checked all the pictures before allowing me to sit up once more - still keeping me on his lap. Throughout dinner, Mom had been in such a better mood. She wasn't acting all nervous anymore. Clark's focus was on me, not on her, so she felt safe. But now, in these last ten or so minutes since he started playing with my bare stomach, his arousal became a lot more intense. He was treating me a lot more roughly, and was beginning to eye Mom, too. He made a comment about how it must almost be my bed time. Mom and I both knew it: he was getting too horny, and didn't want to 'lose it' in his pants. He knew that as much as he wanted it, he could never have an actual sexual encounter with me, so, with me still fresh in his mind, he wanted to get me quickly out of the way so that he could fuck Mom. Mom quickly got nervous again. And then she 'sacrificed' me to him even more. "You know, Clark, you asked before if my baby-doll here needed to eat, and I told you she didn't need to - which is true. But now I'm thinking maybe you'd LIKE to feed her something. I bet you'd find it really fun, you see, she has some interesting eating habits that most girls don't have." And then she sold me out! She told him about me swallowing things whole, and being able to eat anything natural, with no regard for its taste or how clean it was. "This I've got to see!" he said. Mom left me sitting on his lap, and went to get some food for me from the kitchen. While she was out of the room, he quickly slipped his hand up my skirt and felt my butt! "Shh, if you say anything about this I'll deny it!" he whispered to me. "Luckily for me, you aren't able to talk!" By the time she returned, my skirt was covering me again and his hands were both on my thighs. (What disappointed me was that I wasn't actually that upset about him touching my butt!) Mom explained to him what to do, and then, while still sitting on his lap with my wrists pinned together by one of his fat hands, I had to let him slip a whole carrot, a whole cucumber, a whole zucchini, and a whole banana (with its peel still on) down my throat. When Randy came in, he saw Clark feeding me the banana. Mom then asked Randy to bring an onion and a couple of cloves of garlic. Clark let go of my hands so that I could eat the entire onion like an apple. Then Clark stuck the two cloves of garlic down my throat (not knowing what they'd do to me!) and watched them go down. Finally, Randy took a bowl of water outside and brought it back in after he'd mixed in some dirt. I had to get down on the floor on all fours and lap up the muddy water with my tongue, while Clark hovered over me with his camera, taking pictures of me from all sides. After that, he took me back onto his lap. He touched, hugged and kissed me for a minute. I hugged him back and even kissed him on the cheek without being asked. I don't know why I did it, it just seemed like the natural response. Then he put me on my feet and said, "It MUST be time for her to go to bed, isn't it, Rita? Why doesn't her brother take her to put on a cute nighty, and then she can come give me a hug and kiss 'goodnight' before he puts her to bed." Mom sighed. "That's a good idea," she said. "Randy, go put her in a cute nightgown. There's a bag with new pyjamas for her in my bedroom. There should be three in there - a onesie, and two nightgowns - one normal length and one really short. Put the shorter one on her. there's a matching panties in there that goes with it. Brush her teeth and everything, and then bring her back here to say goodnight." Randy smiled at me and held out a hand for me to take. As I was about to walk over to him to take his hand, feeling relieved that I'd get a break from Clark, at least for a short while - Clark pulled me back towards him saying he wanted to give me one last 'hug and tickle' before I left. This time, he put his arms around me in a tight bear hug while my arms were still down at my sides. He pinned them there with his arms; I wasn't able to hug him back. And before letting go of me, he put his huge hand flat against my butt, giving it a little rub and a squeeze! Right in front of Mom. "I hope that's OK," he said to Mom. "Of course, she's just a little girl. Nothing wrong with that, she won't mind, we all touch her butt all the time!" was Mom's response! I couldn't believe it! And, having heard that from her, he did it once more, this time taking a much longer time doing it! For the millionth time that evening, I felt so humiliated! When I finally walked away from him and gave Randy my hand, Randy responded by picking me up and holding me with HIS hand directly on my butt, and holding me like that, he carried me out of the room. "I guess you must be relieved to be getting away from that creep, Clark," he whispered to me. I squirmed a bit, hoping he'd put me down or at least realize that I might not be thrilled about him touching my butt. But he just held me tighter as he carried me to my room. "You're so brave and so amazing, doing all this for Mom. I'm sure she's extremely appreciative. Now just a little longer, and you're off the hook for tonight." He put me down on my bed. "Stay here," he said. "I'll go to Mom's room and get the nightgown she was talking about. It sounds like it's going to be really short... I hope not too short for you to be comfortable with, though... unfortunately for you, at this point, you don't really have a choice." He got up to leave, and then said, "If you feel like making things go faster, you can get undressed by yourself - take off as much as you're comfortable with." As he left I thought to myself, 'Could he have meant that seriously, "I hope not too short for you to be comfortable with"? He should know that I'll be uncomfortable with ANYTHING that's even a little short!' From the living room I could hear Mom's nervous laughing again. She seemed to be getting more and more afraid. When Randy came back into the room I was trying to think of a way to save her. He came into the room and tossed the nightie on my bed, in a way that I wasn't yet able to see just how short it would be - although I could tell it would be pretty bad. Without really saying anything, he picked me up, and then stood me on top of my bed. Since I was trying to listen to Mom, I didn't really pay much attention to him as his slipped my tiny micro-skirt down my legs and lightly slapped my feet so that I'd lift them and step out of the skirt. He snapped his fingers in my face. "Earth to Jasmine," he said. I noticed that I was standing in front of him in the black shiny panties, with my crotch right at his eye-level, and he had a couple of fingers on my crotch, just gently feeling me. "I was trying to tell you something," he said once I looked at him. "Mom's probably going to want me to give you ginger tonight. I don't really want to, but she's under so much pressure that I don't want to upset her more. If at all possible, though, I'm going to try to give you just a tiny, tiny bit so that it will wear off quickly. I'm telling you this just in case she wants the ginger given to you while that creep watches. If that happens, please play along with me so that I can give you the smallest amount possible without her noticing. Because there's something else you have to do tonight, something important. You can't just be unconscious the whole night." I hoped that I wouldn't 'need' to be gingered at all! But, if I did, I was happy to know that it would only be a small amount, and that Randy would make sure of this. I bent down and kissed him on the cheek - it seemed like the only way I could express my gratitude, since I wasn't able to speak. Randy pulled my shirt all the way up until right under my breasts. Then he said, "Why don't you just turn around so that only your back is visible to me. Then you can take the shirt off and I can help you put on the nightie real quick." Before waiting for me to do anything, he put both hands on my hips and turned me around. He pushed me down to my knees. Then he lifted my arms into the air, and pulled my shirt right off. Even though my back was turned, I was embarrassed, and immediately shot my hands down to cover my breasts. "None of that," Randy said. He was holding the nightie in his hand. He grabbed my wrists and put my arms back up in the air. Then, standing, he threaded my arms through the nightie and pulled it down over my body. I didn't have much time to see how it looked, yet, but I noticed it was so short that it barely covered my panties. Next, he pulled me to my feet again. I was still standing on my bed. He took my hands, and put them down at my sides, touching the hem of the nightie. "The skirt part of this is really quite short," he said. "So you're probably gonna want to hold it down while I help you change your panties, so that I don't accidentally see something. I'm trying very hard to preserve your modesty." I wondered why he wouldn't ust let me change by myself - that seemed a lot safer! But I knew he wasn't going to. So I held the nightie down as much as I could. He quickly slid my panties down to my ankles. I prayed that he wouldn't be able to see my bare butt from his angle. He told me to lift my feet, and I stepped out of the panties. Then he had me step into the nightie's matching panties, and then he carefully slid them up my legs. Once they were in place, he had me lift my nightie for him so that he could smooth out the panties over my butt, making sure that there weren't any wrinkles. He told me to turn around and he did the same thing in the front. Then he told me to jump down from my bed, and I did. The nightie was held up by inch-wide strips over my shoulders. It was a bit low-cut in the back, but not so much. The top part, until under my breasts, was quite skin-tight, but from that point and on, though it fit pretty closely especially due to its silky, slinky material, it wasn't completely skintight. At my hips, the skirt part began; that was very short and wavy, which made it not very good at staying down. The nightie was made of smooth silk, in a bright pink colour. It had the words 'yours to cuddle' written in cursive across the chest. Mom seemed to be real into captions on clothes, I noticed. Randy looked me over and said that he really liked how I looked, but that he was sorry if I was uncomfortable in it. He said he thought I probably was - that he was pretty sure I wouldn't have wanted to wear it, at least not yet. He blamed it on Mom, saying that it had been her choice, not his. Then he said that we'd better just get it over-with, and he picked me up, putting his hand under my butt and his other arm around my back. I squirmed in his grip, and then caught his face between my hands and stared into his eyes, and moved my lips a bit. He understood that I wanted to tell him something, and he put me down. I felt that I needed to act quickly. I saw a piece of paper and a pencil on the floor in the corner of my room. I went and knelt on the floor and leaned over the paper, and began scribbling my note, becoming aware pretty quickly that my bent-over body position was giving him full view of my pantied butt. But I needed to write the note quickly, so I just continued. Then I stood up and showed it to him. He read it, and laughed a bit. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows. He said it was nothing - just that I'd made quite a few silly spelling mistakes. He said he liked my idea, though, and that he'd help me do it as I asked - with a few changes that he suggested to make it look more natural. I nodded my consent. Randy carried me into the room where Mom and Clark were sitting side-by- side on the couch. Clark had his hand on Mom's thigh, under her skirt. Mom looked really stressed and nervous. "Come give Clark a quick hug and kiss, and then your brother's going to give you a little treat so that you sleep through the night." As she said the word 'treat' she winked at Randy. Clark held his arms out for me, commenting on how adorable I looked in the teeny-tiny nightie that Mom had picked out for me. I went obediently and put my arms around his neck. He hugged me tightly, cupping my butt with his huge hand. I moved my face to kiss his cheek, but he surprised me and turned his head and caught my lips with his. He started kissing me, and I was locked on, forced to respond, unable to pull away. I was afraid that would happen. Fortunately, it seemed he was worried or embarrassed to make out with me right in front of Mom like that, so after a few seconds he pushed me away. "That's enough," Mom said, pushing me away. "Randy, I want you to make sure that she can't wake up and bother us tonight. You know what to do." Clark asked, "What is he going to do? Give her a sleeping pill?" "Something like that," Mom said. Then she put her hand on my butt and pushed me towards Randy. I walked obediently towards Randy, who, I could see, had a small piece of ginger in his hand. Just before I reached him, though, I turned back around, and ran back to Clark, pouncing on him, sitting on his lap and putting my arms around his neck. Clark laughed. Mom, beginning to freak, said "What are you doing? Randy, come take her away and punish her for this." But this was part of the plan. Clark was holding on to me again, squeezing my butt in his hands - if I wanted to get away from him at that point I wouldn't have been able to. Randy came up behind me, grabbed my hair and pulled. Then he put his hand around the back of my neck and squeezed. He bent over, and whispered in my ear, "Do it, now. I order you to." I could feel Randy taking control of me in a really deep way, and I really enjoyed it - much better than the feeling I got when Clark held me and controlled me. I knew that if Clark held on to me like that, I wouldn't be able to do anything to challenge his authority over me, and certainly not to cause him harm. I needed to feel Randy's dominance more strongly than Clark's so that I would feel compelled to obey Randy and do it. And that's what I did. I obeyed Randy, and performed the action that we'd agreed upon before. I positioned my face in front of Clark's, and blew straight into Clark's nose and open mouth. Within seconds, Clark's head fell backwards. He was unconscious. Clark's hands slumped down to his sides. Randy let go of me, asking "Are you OK to continue now?" I nodded. "Come on, Mom," Randy said. "Come with me - we need to leave the room for a moment. Trust me." Mom seemed confused and really worried. "I'll explain everything to you in the kitchen. Give Jasmine a minute, she's helping you." And Mom and Randy left the room. They came back in just as I was closing Clark's zipper. He was still unconscious. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, hoping they didn't see that. I looked at Mom. I could see a mixture of worry and relief in her eyes. Mom returned to where she'd been sitting next to Clark on the couch. Randy put his hand on my neck and head, though he didn't pull my hair or squeeze my neck this time. And I took Clark's big hand and held it to my butt as it had been before. With my free hand, I lifted Clark's head. Then I breathed into his face again. And within seconds, he was awake, thankfully unaware that anything had happened. He looked at me and laughed, thanked me for giving him an extra hug, and kissed me on the cheek. "You're quite a special little girl," he said to me as he gave my butt one last squeeze. Then he let go of me, and Randy picked me up. "What's wrong with you, Jasmine?" he scolded me. "How dare you disobey! Mom, you want me to punish her, right?" "Yes, put her in her place. She has to learn obedience." Randy sat down and put me over his knees. THIS had not been part of the plan! He said that there was a chance that Mom might tell him to punish me, and that he'd do something very minimal and light just to fulfil her wishes without me actually suffering. But now he had me over his knees, in full view of Clark and Mom! And without warning, he flipped up my nightie, revealing my panties, and began to give me a spanking! After just two slaps from Randy, though, Mom spoke up. "Hold on a second, Randy. Since Clark was the one who suffered from Jasmine's little rebellion, I think he needs to be the one to punish her." "Okay," said Randy, surprised. He put my nightie back down to cover my butt. Mom told me to go back to Clark so that HE could be the one to spank me. Completely dumbfounded, I gave Randy a nervous look, and then walked slowly over to Clark. When I was close enough for him to reach me, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me down, over his knees in the spanking position. He flipped up my nightie and put his hand flat against my butt. I clenched my teeth and waited for the spanking to begin. But it didn't - not yet. Instead, I got the shock of my life - the most humiliating thing ever! Without warning, without asking Mom or Randy (or me) for permission, Clark quickly grabbed my panties and pulled them all the way down to my ankles, exposing my bare butt! "THIS is the way a naughty girl gets punished, right Rita?" he asked her with a laugh. Mom was shocked by what he did, too, but forced a laugh and said, "Of course! She's lucky that that's all she's getting!" "Mom!" Randy tried to complain on my behalf. "No, Randy," she said. "She disobeyed, she had this coming." I tried to protest myself, trying to get off his lap, but he held me down. I was powerless. He, and I guess everyone else in the room spent a good few long seconds just looking at my bare butt. I was devastated and started to silently cry. And I sincerely hoped that it was ONLY my butt which they saw, and not my vagina as well - my legs were bent down at ninety degrees, and Mom was sitting beside Clark, on the side of my butt, not my head! Clark felt and prodded my butt a bit with his fingers. And then he gave me a really hard slap, and I jumped. Of course, he was holding me down so I couldn't move anywhere. And the slap, though it was really, really hard, didn't hurt, it was just very surprising. I was expecting a lot more. But he stopped. I could hear his breathing change. And then he said in a very weak voice, "I think you learned your lesson. Get up. Now!" And he pushed me off of him. I slid to the floor, putting my hand on my crotch to cover it and then quickly finding my panties and pulling them up, hoping they hadn't seen anything more. Then, instinctively, I ran to Randy for comfort. He put his arms around me and lifted me up. I sobbed into his shoulder. Seeing how upset I was, he pulled my head back, opened my mouth, and put a piece of ginger on my tongue. "Sorry about that," he whispered. "Really sorry. It wasn't part of the plan. I will talk to Mom about it. She can't do things like that to you. But, by the way, I can tell that what you did to Clark is working, so good job on that. Now swallow the ginger. It'll make you feel better." I swallowed, falling asleep in Randy's protective arms.