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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
They had a lot of 'cute' dresses, but no jeans dresses like the one that
girl had been wearing. So, after Mom picked a dress for me for another
day, refusing to let me see what it looked like or to tell me anything
else about it, only that it was on sale - she suggested that we go look
for a simple jeans skirt that I'd be able to wear with a normal T-shirt.
One jeans skirt that I actually liked a bit was rejected by Mom for
being "way too long, and way too baggy". I thought it would be great,
but Mom refused to buy it for me. There was another jeans skirt that Mom
liked but I didn't - I thought it was way too short and way too tight.
Mom insisted on buying it anyway, saying that I was being silly
complaining about it. In the end, I agreed upon another skirt. It wasn't
made of jeans, and wasn't completely to my liking, but seemed better
than any of the other options, even the shorts jumper I was still
wearing. Or perhaps especially better than that, since it would allow me
to wear a normal shirt that would cover my belly. The skirt was royal
blue in colour and was made of a soft stretchy material with small bumps
on it all over, almost like a paper towel (but not really). It was
short, but not nearly as short as the jeans skirt that Mom liked, and
was also much longer than the shorts of the jumper I was wearing then. I
couldn't try it on yet, since I didn't have a shirt to go with it, but I
held it up in front of me, in front of a mirror. While it definitely was
tight and stretchy, it wasn't SUPER tight, and, like I just said, I
decided that it was better than my other options.
And then came the issue of the T-shirt. At first, Mom wanted to find
something with a cute caption. She had a few ideas, but there weren't
any T-shirts with those captions there. Randy told her that he knew of a
place back home that would be able to make those T-shirts for her. *I*
was a little glad that they didn't have them. I didn't hear ALL the
captions that she liked, but some of them would have been pretty
embarrassing, if I'd been made to wear them.
And then Roger found two white T-shirts that HE liked. But I didn't.
"You can choose between the one with the big heart on the chest, or the
one with the big five-pointed star," he said to me. The two were
completely identical except for the symbol printed on the front.
"They're both way too small! I'm not THAT tiny! Those must be for a
three-year-old!" I complained.
"They say they're for ages 7-9," he said. "It's just the style. It'll
look adorable on you."
"Can we keep looking just a little longer? Please?" I begged. But even
before I asked, I knew what the answer would be.
Mom decided that Roger deserved a reward for going to my rescue in that
parking lot, and that his reward should be deciding on my shirt. She
said I could choose between the heart and the star, but that was it.
Obviously, I chose the star. Then Mom said she'd buy them both since
they were on sale.
Mom found a simple white bra and panties set for me to wear with my new
outfit - shiny white stretchy silky satin. She came into the changing
room to help me change, since I wouldn't be able to do the buttons on
the jumper or the clasps on the bras by myself. But she promised not to
look at me naked, and I have no proof that she did. The shirt proved to
be a little longer than I expected. It had really tiny sleeves, and it
came up very close to my neck in front and back. On the bottom, though,
it left a full inch of my stomach bare between the bottom of the shirt
and the top of my skirt. And that was when I'd pulled the skirt up as
far as I possibly could get away with - and when I did that, I wasn't
really comfortable with how much of my thighs showed beneath it. And
that was when my arms were relaxed and down at my sides, too - if I
raised my arms, most of my stomach showed. Mom loved it, though, and
proudly showed me off to my brothers, reminding me how I was supposed to
hold my arms when modelling an outfit.
A salesman came by, and told me I should consider a modeling career
since I seemed to know how to do it already! And he told me that I was
the hottest little girl that he's ever seen. That was supposed to be a
compliment. He said that I didn't need to take the clothes off, that
he'd be able to ring them up while I was still wearing them. As Mom
carried me to the checkout counter I saw myself in the mirror. I
realized that while my whole motive when I suggested a jeans dress had
been to find an outfit that would be more modest, perhaps make me look
older, and slightly less girly, I ended up with the exact opposite: less
modest because I was showing a lot more skin, especially in the stomach;
more girly - definitely, and because of the tiny T-shirt that proudly
displayed my stomach, definitely even more juvenile - at least in my
eyes. (My Mom would swear that wasn't so.)
Mom placed my down on the checkout counter, as if *I* was the THING
being purchased. It actually seemed rather appropriate, in a somewhat
sad way. The salesman asked me to get on my knees so that he could find
the price tags to scan, and asked Mom if he should cut the tags off for
her while he scanned me.
After scanning the tag on my T-shirt, he said, in an overemphasized
effeminate voice, "You boys should probably turn around while I do this,
unless you too are 'gurls' like me!" They laughed and turned around.
Then the salesguy lifted my shirt up, completely revealing my bra. He
scanned it, rubbed my back and tummy a bit, and then pulled my shirt
back down, though just enough to cover my bra, no more.
Then he flipped my skirt all the way up, completely exposing my panties!
I felt so ashamed, and tried to comfort myself with the thought that he
was clearly gay, and my brothers had been told not to look. My mother
was watching with a smile, though, and as the salesguy scanned the
barcode and then removed the tag from my panties, Mom said to him,
"Isn't she just beautiful?"
The man said, "A real find, perfectly contoured. She looks more like a
sculpture than a person!"
Mom said, in a stage whisper, "She won't mind if you have a quick feel.
We're a very affectionate and open family. Especially since you're a
'gurl', as you said before."
"Thanks," the man said, and gave my butt a quick groping. "But if I do
this too much I'm worried I might become straight!" Then he put his face
close to my butt and inhaled. "She smells so intoxicating," he said in
his own stage whisper. Then he scanned and de-tagged my skirt, had one
more quick feel of my butt, and pulled my skirt down for me.
He left me on the counter in front of him and scanned Mom's other items,
placing them in a bag and handing them to her. While Mom paid, the man
put up a sign that his counter was closed. "If it's alright with you,
I'd like to help you carry her to your car," he said. I didn't know why
Mom would consider this a 'help', since both of my brothers could have
helped with that too. But Mom just thanked him for his kindness, and a
second later I was in his arms with my hands around his neck and my legs
around his waist. He held me tightly with one arm behind my back and a
hand right underneath my butt. My face was close to his, and as he
carried me he was inhaling deeply, enjoying my smell. Without asking for
permission, he tasted my earlobe and part of my cheek. I wasn't sure if
Mom saw this, and assumed that she hadn't.
As we approached our car, he began speaking to me. "This is a really
pretty necklace you're wearing, Jasmine," he said, fingering my collar.
"Or... well, it kind of looks like a collar. Is it?"
I was shocked by this question and panicked a bit inside, not knowing
what I was supposed to say. I said, "It's a necklace. But it's kind of
supposed to look like a collar, I guess. It's in style, you know, what
do they call them? A choker."
He said, "Are you sure you're a little girl and not the family pet?"
I got scared again. Then he laughed. I realized it was supposed to be a
joke. Mom and my brothers laughed too, so I forced a laugh. Mom said,
"Answer the man, honey."
"Yes, I'm a little girl."
"But you ARE also our pet, right honey? Because we all love and adore
you so much?"
"Yes," I said.
The man said, "I bet your brothers sometimes pretend you're their little
puppy dog, don't they? You're so cute, little and adorable, how can they
not? Have you ever had a leash put on your collar while they were
playing with you? Just for fun?"
Now I caught Mom's glance. She was smiling and nodded to me, mouthing
the words 'tell him the truth'. I said, "A few times. Just for fun."
"But only because you enjoy the game, right? They're not being mean to
you I hope."
"No, it's fun for me."
"What exactly is fun about it, for you? I'm just curious. Do you mind
telling me?"
"I dunno, just pretending I'm a pet, I guess."
Mom said, "And you enjoy having to do what we tell you, right? Not being
able to make your own decisions, and having to do whatever we say no
matter what - while we're playing the game. Right, Jazz baby?"
The man asked, "What does that mean? They can force you to do stuff?
Can't you just unclip the leash when you've had enough?"
"No," I said. "It has a lock, and I don't have access to the key. If I
agree to play with them, then from that point until the game ends I
don't have much choice but to obey. But it's OK, it's just a game and
it's fun for me, I know I can trust them and they won't ask me to do
anything I really hate. And if I ever really wanted the game to end, I
know they would unlock me."
"I wonder who has more fun playing this game, you, or your family?" the
man said.
Then Mom said, "We're actually kind of in the middle of the game right
now. See, that's her car seat. It has buckles and stuff to keep her
restrained. Maybe you want to see for yourself, and do the honours of
locking her in?"
The man very happily answered in the affirmative. Roger got into the
seat beside mine and explained to the salesguy how the seat worked, and
he buckled me in very tightly, especially laughing at the part where he
had to force my legs apart. He also adjusted the arm rests into a
vertical position and strapped my wrists to it with my arms bent
upwards, instead of down at my sides like before. And I hadn't even
known that it had those, but in addition to bending forward the sides of
the head rest so that it kept my head from looking sideways, he attached
two more straps, one that went around my neck and one that went around
the top of my head and fastened over my forehead, preventing me from
tilting my head forward even a little.
"Is that comfortable?" he asked me once he finally decided he was
finished.
"That depends what you mean. It doesn't hurt at all. But it's not the
most comfortable not being able to move at all. But that's what you were
going for, right?"
He laughed and said, "You're a very perceptive little girl, you know?
Very smart for your age. I've played games like this a few times with my
boyfriends, but for a different purpose, and, well, we never had such
sophisticated equipment as you have." Then he touched the tip of my
nose, and quickly kissed me on the lips. "You're adorable," he
whispered. And then he surprised me by pulling my shirt way up, exposing
part of my new bra, explaining, "We should do this so that your Mom and
brothers can see your adorable tummy."
Mom, who had gotten into the drivers seat turned around and said,
"Thanks, but we usually keep her bra covered. But you can pull the sides
of her skirt up a bit, as long as her panties stay covered." The man
adjusted my clothes the way Mom had suggested.
"Ma'am, can I have a quick word with you outside, privately?" he asked
Mom.
"Sure," she said, exiting the car again. "Jasmine, don't listen in."
The man said, "We can step away from the car so she can't hear us."
Of course, he couldn't know this, but I WOULD have been able to hear
them, if not for Mom telling me not to listen.
"That guy is treating me weird," I said to my brothers.
"I know," Randy said. "I noticed. I have a feeling that he's up to
something."
"I'm a little worried about it myself," Roger said. "I'll have a talk
with Mom about it later. I don't think you're in danger, but in the
future she should be a lot more secretive about your situation, just to
be on the safe side."
"Could I have my head unlocked?" I asked Roger. "I'd like to be able to
lean forward at least."
Roger said, "Wait till we start driving, then I'll find an excuse to
unlock your head and maybe even put the headrest back down so you can
look sideways as well. What about your arms? Are they comfortable, held
up like that?"
"They're no more useless like this, than if they'd been locked down in
the normal position, I guess. But mentally it does make me feel even
more helpless and vulnerable, having them so far from my stomach, which
you can see and I can do nothing about."
"I'm glad he did that, though... I love seeing your stomach!" Roger
admitted.
"Me too," Randy said.
When Mom returned to the car, she said, "I'm really glad we stopped at
this store. That guy, Jim, was so nice! I told him we'd try to visit him
again in a few days, on our way back from Tom's." She started driving
and said, "Next stop, Tom's."
But that wasn't quite true. When she said that we were about ten minutes
away from Tom's, she stopped the car in an empty parking lot.
"I have some bad news, Jasmine," she said to me. I got worried. For some
reason, I initially assumed this had to do with Jim, the salesman at
Target. But it didn't. "You've been neglecting some of the rules pretty
badly today. And we're a bit at fault for not enforcing them too. But if
you think hard about everything that happened today, from when you woke
up this morning until now, I think you'll agree. You've used a lot of
big words. If you want, I can tell you which ones, I've been keeping a
list. And you called me 'Mom' once or twice. And maybe used some bad
words too. You've gone way over your limit, and we should have punished
you right away, but we were all having so much fun, especially you, that
I didn't want to interrupt that. But we really can't be letting these
things slide if we want you to learn, and get used to behaving a certain
way, right? I mean, you yourself asked that we help you learn.
"So, you tell me - what do you think we should do? Should we give you
your punishment now? If so, how much, since you've gone far over your
daily limit? Or do you think we lost the right to punish you since we
didn't do so right away? Does it have an expiry date, or time? What do
they call that - a statute of limitations?"
I thought for a few seconds. I didn't think they'd agree with her last
suggestion, that they could ever lose the right to punish me. I was
pretty sure that her suggesting that was a test to see how I'd respond.
I tried to think of something that would minimize the damage, so to
speak. So I said, "You're right, I need to learn, and I need to be
punished to help me learn. And you're right, I remember saying some
things that I shouldn't have and wondering why nobody punished me for
them. Of course I don't think the right to punish me expires, since
you're doing that for ME to help ME learn, not just for your own
enjoyment.
"But since time has passed anyway, and since it would make things really
difficult in many ways, maybe we can wait to punish me for these things
until we go home, or at least until we leave Tom's house. How about for
now you consider it as if I have a clean slate, and can start again from
zero, and then once we get home you punish me for these points I've
accumulated, maybe even with interest?"
Mom said, "I hear your points. But you know what, we all agreed that it
wasn't going to be only my decision. I have to discuss this with your
brothers now. We know where you stand on the issue. Stay where you are,
please. We will step out of the car and talk about it. Please don't
listen to our conversation. After we've discussed it, we'll come back
with the decision."
Even before they left the car I knew what was going to happen. Of course
they were going to come back having decided that I should be punished
now. That was the whole point of stopping the car here. I REALLY didn't
want to show up at Tom's place and make my first impression on them when
I wasn't able to talk! I needed to think fast.
"No wait," I said. "Wait, I changed my mind. Please come back," I called
out as they were exiting the vehicle. They came back inside. "I changed
my mind. It wouldn't be good to wait to punish me - how will I learn, if
the punishment is so far from the bad behaviour, right? But PLEASE, I
beg you. I REALLY, REALLY don't want Tom and their family to see me when
I can't speak. Especially not the first day. Can we please come up with
a different kind of punishment? How about you keep me silent now, for
one hour - we can go somewhere for an hour and you can play with me
while I'm silent. You can lick me as much as you want. But wait to go to
Tom's until the garlic's worn off. And then you can continue the
punishment by making me go to bed earlier than usual, and you can give
me more garlic, or even ginger then, once I'm in bed, and maybe even
make me stay in bed for most of the morning or something? Please, I beg
you, please don't make the first time they meet me be when I can't
speak! If you want, you can give me a double punishment - punish me this
way now, and punish me again, the usual way, when we get home. Please."
I was practically crying.
"Interesting idea," Mom said. "We will take it into consideration. But
we still need to discuss it, the three of us, without you listening. So,
hold on, just sit tight. This won't take long." And the three of them
went and conferred outside the car. I tried ot listen in, but of course,
wasn't able to.
When they returned, Mom said, "Tell me, why is it so important to you
that you not be silent when Tom and the family first meets you?"
"Because I want them - we all want them to think I'm a normal little
girl, right? Normal little girls just don't randomly lose the ability to
speak. They will know something's strange about me. How would you
explain it?"
"If that's your worry, then you can stop worrying," she said. "The
explanation is my problem, not yours - especially since you won't be
ABLE to explain it, right? Because you'll be silenced. So, in that case,
that's our decision. You're getting your punishment right now. We all
voted, and it's unanimous. Since we waited a long time to punish you, we
were going to reduce your punishment and consider it only as one
punishment for one day's worth, even though you went far over your
limit. But since you told us that you don't think that our ability to
punish you ever expires, we have to take that into consideration. So
instead of one day's punishment, it's going to be two days'. That means
you're going to be silent from now for forty-eight hours, plus
whatever's left until bedtime, and until wake-up time the next morning.
Sorry, but that's the final verdict. Don't worry about the explanation
to the others, that's my problem, and I have a good idea about that."
I felt the tears coming, and tried, desperately, to think of ways to beg
her to reconsider. But that wasn't going to happen. "Roger, honey, feed
her this little piece of garlic that I've been carrying in my purse so
that she can't complain or argue any further. I need to measure out the
proper amount and that will take me a little while."
I was restrained so well that there was literally nothing I could do to
resist except maybe try to keep my mouth closed. But when Roger put his
fingers on my chin and pulled my mouth open, I just let him open it. And
when he placed the small piece of garlic on the tip of my tongue and
said, "Swallow, sweetie," I just did it quickly, wanting to just get the
inevitable over-with. I quickly felt my ability to speak leaving me.
"Good girl," he said, stroking my cheek once he'd inspected my mouth and
confirmed that I had, in fact, obeyed. "Sorry about this, but it won't
be so bad. I promise. We're all going to take really good care of you.
And you're really, really adorable when you can't talk." A few minutes
later he pushed a very large piece of garlic down my throat. Then I was
force-fed a quarter of a kumquat to boost my mood, so that I wouldn't be
teary-eyed when we showed up at Tom's. I was actually grateful for the
kumquat and tried to show him that by making a kiss-motion with my lips.
Ten minutes later we pulled up at Uncle Tom's house. He, and a number of
other family members were outside in the front yard when we came, and
the rest of them who were home at the time came outside to greet us
before I was released from my car seat.
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