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Learning How to Behave Around Ladies (RR)
by redtailedman@hotmail.com
I was 12 years old when my mother died, leaving my dad and myself alone
and living in the suburbs of San Diego. Over the course of the next year,
Dad and I settled into a manly groove. He went to work, I went to school,
he went to the bars after work, I ran track and played baseball, we ate out
at the nearby diner, ate take out pizza or microwaved frozen dinners, the
dishes piled in the sink and the trash overflowed the garbage cans until
the cleaning lady came every other day. Grocery shopping occured only when
the cupboards and the fridge were bare and clothes shopping happened only
when I ran out of socks that more or less matched. We drank milk and juice
out of the carton, watched tv with our feet propped on the coffee table,
took a shower when we couldn't stand the smell and left the towels wherever
they fell. Neither one of us noticed or complained about the muddy
footprints on the hall floor, the grease on the stove and ceiling in the
kitchen, the tomato residue caked inside the microwave, the 2" thick layer
of hair in the shower stalls, the urine on the floor next to the filthy
toilets, the grimy fingerprints on most of the windows, and the general
state of disrepair of our home.
Pop seemed to change at the end of the year. He spiffied himself up,
started spending time at the gym, and began cleaning and fixing up around
the house. I caught on quick and was not surprised when pop told me we
were having company for dinner one Sunday. Our company consisted of a
widow and her three teenage daughters.Rita and her daughters ages 17, 15,
and 13, Sharon, Susan and Linda seemed nice enough and suffered through
defrosted Stouffers dinners without complaining. Well, the dinners became
more frequent, the house got cleaner and a coat of paint, new carpets and
furniture and I got a list of chores. Taking the garbage out, washing the
dishes, vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms became my job (paid). I
didn't complain because Pop seemed happier and I kind of enjoyed the money.
Six months later, after the small wedding, the ladies moved in. The girls
got their own rooms and bathrooms, Pop and Rita shared a room and bathroom
and I had my own domain. I kept up my janitorial duties, including
cleaning three more bathrooms and washing a mountain of dishes every night.
Things went well for a year or so but started to change when Pop took a job
as a long haul trucker. Around the same time, I entered second year of
high school, started running varsity track, prepping for varsity baseball,
and working part time at 7-11. Needless to say, I began to neglect my
chores around the house and suggested to Pop and Rita that the girls could
do the "womens work" around the house. Pop sort of shrugged it off but
Rita was adament that if I didn't have time for household chores then
neither did her girls since one was also running track, one was playing
field hockey and one was playing tennis (all varsity). Since Rita was
working or playing tennis every day, the dishes started piling up in the
sink, the trash overflowed the cans, the hair piled up around the bathtub
drains and dust devils accumulated under the beds. Pop never said a word
to me but Rita and the girls continually complained and harped on me to do
stuff. I just never had time to be the janitor and mostly ignored them or
made either a nasty or rude comment as I walked out the door. One Saturday
morning while Pop was on one of week away trucking runs, I was preparing to
go for my regular two mile morning run when Rita stopped me. "You are not
going anywhere until you wash every dish in that sink",she snarled at me.
"Wake those lazy ass bitches up and get them to do something" , I spit out
over my shoulder as I ran out the door. I shuffled back through the door
an hour or so later and proceeded to the fridge where I grabbed a container
of orange juice and began to drink out of the carton. As I left the empty
carton on the counter and turned around, I was surprised to be facing not
only Rita, but, Sharon, Susan and Linda and they did not appear happy. "I
am going to give you one more chance to clean up around here or your ass is
gonna suffer", Rita hissed at me. "I don't think so", came out of my mouth
as I turned and headed for my clean shower.
"Well in that case, you are just going to have to learn a painful
lesson", Rita said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the couch.
I was kind of surprised at her grip and strength but after all ahe was a
regular tennis player. I started to shrug off her grasp when Sharon
grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt from behind and pulled it up and over
my head trapping my arms. I struggled but found myself being pulled by my
shirt over someones lap (Rita) and then as I lashed out with my legs to try
to kick, had my legs pinned on the couch by two female bodies which must
have been Susan and Linda. I was yelling obscenities and struggling as
hard as I could but these women were as conditioned as I was and
outnumbered me. I felt fingers and nails at the waistband of my sweatpants
and boxers and then felt the nails scratching me as the pants and boxers
were pulled down to the level of my knees. "You are going to learn some
respect young man and this is the first lesson", Rita yelled in my ear.
"Pervert, leave me the fuck alone",I yelled as loud as I could, but was
muffled by my sweatshirt around my face auth nd head. I felt the sting of
a hand connecting with my exposed right ass cheek and heard the loud SMACK
at about the same time. I didn't have time to yell before the next sting
connected with my left ass cheek and I was really yelling, cursing and
struggling. Despite my yelling and struggling, I was hit another 20 or 30
times and my ass was really sore before she stopped. "Give me your leather
sandal Sharon", Rita said with her mouth close to my ear. I heard an even
louder SMACK at the same time I felt an unbelievable sting on the back of
my left thigh.
I screamed in real pain and vainly struggled to break free. After 10
more smacks on my thighs I was crying and begging her to stop. She
continued with 20 more on each ass cheek and I was blubbering. She stopped
for a minute, leaned in close again to my ear and said " I didn't hear you
with all that cursing, how about 10 more". Ten more swats had me crying
like a baby and screaming for help. She leaned in close to my ear and
said, " promise to behave, show repect, and do your chores and I may stop".
I shreaked " I'll behave, I promise, please no more"!!! She leaned in
close to my ear again and said, "you apologise to the girls and me and I'll
only give you ten more". Sharon let go of my arms and pulled my shirt
completely off. I started to try to get up but stopped when Rita said "if
you move or make me madder I'll just keep going, now do you have something
to say boy"? Through my tears I started to stammer an apology as I looked
down at the floor. I felt another slap on the right ass cheek. "Look at
us" Rita yelled. I shamefully looked at each of them and said , "I'm
sorry". Another slap on the left ass cheek. "Now say it like you mean it
and promise to do all of your chores without being asked and now do it for
free", Rita replied. "Please forgive me", I said as I looked at each girls
smirking face. Another slap on my punished left thigh. "I promise to do
all my work without complaining and for free", I stammered. "Okay, are you
satisfied girls", Rita asked. Linda, who was sitting on the back of my
calfs, said "I will be if he gets 15 more swats". "I will be also" said
both Sharon and Susan. I started to protest but Rita said loudly, " I can
do this all day if you make me, it's up to you". I looked to see her
holding the leather sandal in a threatening manner. "Please no more", I
begged. "If you don't struggle I'll stop at 15", Rita said and commensed
hitting my punished ass. She alternated from cheek to cheek and worked her
way down to the back of my knees. I was again blubbering, crying and
promising to behave. As if my embarrassment was not enough, just before
she stopped swatting, I heard our living room screen door open and
footsteps into our living room. "We heard yelling, is everything all
right", my next door neighbor said as she and her 13 year old daughter
stood open mouthed gaping at my exposed, reddend ass. "Just teaching
Everett some manners", Rita said as she delivered four more swats and I
screamed unabashedly. "Get up and stand in the corner for an hour
Everett", she said as I struggled to my feet. Linda pulled my sweatpants
and boxers all the way off as I stood up shaking, avoided almost everyones
eyes and moved slowly to the corner of the room. I felt both my ass as
well as my face burning as I moved past my neighbors. Her daughter was the
only one whose face I could not avoid. She was grinning widely as she
looked down at my ass, over at my penis and up at my eyes and winked
lewdly.
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