Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 19

"As long as you are paying, and we're not going to Burger King, I will tag along."

"Let me call your mother, and see what she has done with your sister."

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It was after 3 o'clock, when their parents drop them off at their dorm. Sandy asked, "Cindy, why were you all smiles at lunch. Didn't dad talk to you about our bet? Did you tell him about the whole thing?"

"Yes, dad asked me about our bet, and he let me take the Fifth Amendment on telling him about it. I asked him to trust me, and no permanent harm would happen to anyone, or anyone's property."

"You do realize you have dad wrapped around your little finger."

"Don't you believe it. He has control over all of us. He lets us do what we want to do, as long as we stay within his rules. Break one of those rules, and see how fast any of us have control over him, even mom."

"Are you going back to the math lab?"

"No, I have an English Lit paper I have to start writing. I am going to do that for the rest of the day."

"I am happy we have some classes that are separate. I think it makes it easier on both of us."

"You see, sometimes it pays to be the smarter sister."

"That is why I came out first, and you took your time and came out last."

"We will see about that sister. Prepare your ass for a thumping."

Thursday morning came, and the girls were in a fine fettle on their way to take their economics exam. They had studied hard, went to bed early, and were prepared for this exam. They opened their computers, signed in, and the exam popped up on their screens. It was the last time either of them could remember breathing for the next 90 minutes, until the bell rang, and their computers went blank. When they looked up, the room was nearly empty. Nearly everyone else had completed the exam, and left. They began to wonder if they had done something wrong. Tuesday could not come soon enough for them.

There was no time to dwell on that exam, because they had four more waiting for them. Spanish was a no-brainer, because of the neighborhood they grew up in. In their high school, in New Jersey, over half their school's population was Hispanic. For the teachers, it was like teaching English as a second language. Both girls could read, write, and speak Spanish fluently.

Cindy liked biology, while Sandy thought it was icky. Dissection was fun for Cindy and she was good at it. Sandy was great technically, and took notes voraciously. As always, together they made a great team.

Fred didn't give the girls a choice in their history class, and much to their amazement the class was sold out on the first day. It seemed like, "The American Political System" was a very popular course at the university. The reason why became evident later in the year. Senators and representatives from the United States Congress lectured at almost every class.

However, first up was there English Literature papers, which were due on Wednesday. This meant many hours of library time and many students trying to get access to the same material. Thankfully, the library was computerized and very few books had to be taken from the shelves for research purposes.

The literature papers handed in, the sisters immediately dove into "The Articles of Confederation" for their history exam on Friday. When that exam was finally over, they returned to their room, locked the door, threw their books on the floor, crawled into their beds, and slept the day away. Their brains and bodies were fried.

By the time they woke up that evening the cafeteria was closed. They were not supposed to use the credit card to eat Off-campus without permission, so they called home.

Fred told them they had two choices: They could go out to eat, or they could come home; eat here, and then, he would eat them.

Without discussing it with Cindy, Sandy said, "We will be home in one hour. Macaroni and meatballs would be wonderful."

Sandy started throwing her laundry into a bag, when Cindy asked what was going on. Sandy replied, "Dad made me an offer I could not refuse."

"What offer did he give you?"

"He said for us to come home and eat; and then he would eat us."

Cindy was finished packing for the weekend, before Sandy was. She said, "I'm driving."

"You know what will happen if you get a speeding ticket."

"Yes, I know, but he fuck's me in the ass anyhow, so what difference does it make?"

Sandy thought for a moment, and said, "None, I guess."

"Let's go girl, our dinner is going to get cold."

"Are you talking about our dinner, or dad's desert?"

"Dad would eat that dessert, straight out of the freezer, or in the oven for that matter."

"We did get lucky meeting him the way we did; didn't we?"

"As far as I am concerned, the only better day we had was the day we were born. Mom deserves Fred. After all the terrible years she had to put up with our dad, I hope their marriage lasts forever. I will do whatever I can to make sure it does."

"The same goes for me, Cindy. Whatever needs to be done, I will be there. The thought of being a hooker or call girl numbs me to my soul."

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Sandy hit the remote control button to the garage door opener, allowing the van access inside. As soon as the windshield hit the tennis ball, which hung down from the ceiling by a string, she stopped. She heard the door close, and applause coming from behind her.

She yelled, "Be quiet you two, or I will back up."

"She sounds like she is in a good mood, Fred."

"After I take care of my promises, she will be smiling; I guarantee it."

The girls pulled their belongings out of the van, walked over to their parents, and hugged them tightly. "Thanks for letting us out of that pressure cooker for a while. If these tests are only midterms, finals are going to be hell."

Fred kissed them both, and said, "Tomorrow, I will tell you how to prepare for finals. It will not make the subject matter easier, but it will make preparing for them much more organized, and give you more time to study for each of them."

Their mother said, "Come on girls, dinner is waiting."

Fred and Sharon led the way through the laundry room, into the kitchen. The girls stopped to drop off the laundry and yelled, "Where are Debbie and Danni?"

As they entered the kitchen, their younger sisters hit them in their faces with huge pillows, nearly knocking them on the floor. Debbie and Danni screamed as they ran for cover.

Cindy yelled, "You two our dead meat," and started chasing after them with Sandy close at her heels. As they reached the second floor, looking for telltale signs of their sisters, they heard giggling. They approached Danni's room quietly, and heard it again. They burst in looking for the twins, only to find her computer on and the girls laughing at them from it.

Sandy said, "I bet they are in one of our rooms."

They walked into the hallway, only to be knocked down by pillows again, and their sisters running away laughing into their parent's bedroom. Cindy yelled, "We have them now."

What they did not know is Danni, and Debbie had a plan. Upon entering their parent's bedroom, Danni darted into the walk-in closet, and hid among her parent's clothes. Debbie slowed down, opened the door to the deck, and waited for her older sisters to see her. When Cindy and Sandy ran into the room, she screamed, left the door open, ran towards the other end of the deck, with her sisters 20 feet behind her. She opened the door to Sandy's room, went in, locked it, and waited to see the furious faces of her sisters. They were yet to know the good part.

Cindy and Sandy pounded on the door yelling at Debbie. Finally, Sandy pulled Cindy and started running back to their parent's room. When they got there, the door was locked, and Danni was smiling at them.

Sandy whispered, "We forgot your room. They can't be in three places at one time." They went to the center room of the balcony, only to find their parent's smiling behind the locked door.

Cindy yelled, "You set this up?"

"No, this idea was your sisters, and we thought it was the funniest thing we had ever heard of. You two college students fell for it, hook, line and sinker. The thing that would have made it better was rain. Right now you would look like drowned rats."

"Can we come in, we are hungry, and someone promised to use us as dessert."

When everyone was inside, and in their parent's arms, Fred said, "Come on children, dinner is in the oven, let's eat."

Debbie and Danni yelled, "Ow," while Sandy and Cindy had angelic looks on their faces.

"No retribution, until we go to Ryan gym, Sunday. Is that understood ladies?"

The four girls answered, "Yes, mother," as Sharon took the steaming bowl of spaghetti out of the oven. Fred followed her with a large bowl of meatballs and sausages. Cindy carried a large cauldron of extra sauce. The other girls put water, butter, and a sliced loaf of Italian bread on the table. They worked like a well-oiled machine, and in moments, they were seated at the table. Fred dished out the spaghetti, as the girls attacked the meats. It was a normal family dinner. It was something the girls had not experienced with their real father.

While they were living with their Uncle Clark, everyone dressed up for dinner. It was a more formal affair, and was served by staff.

This was home, and they reveled in it. Conversations were fun, free flowing, and unrestricted. It could go anywhere from atoms to zoology. Fred played referee and judge, when it came to a question of who was right and wrong, because the children thought he knew everything, about everything. They were overjoyed when he did not have an answer to a question. They would dance around him and sing that they stumped their dad."

When dinner was completed, the girls took over the kitchen and cleaned it until it sparkled.

Sharon and Fred went to the den to read a magazine, newspaper, or to their computers. There were no televisions in the house. There was a very brief argument about the televisions, when they moved in to the house, but when the girls looked into their father's eyes, and then saw the boxes of personal computers he had by his desk, the argument died quickly.

Sharon finished her emails, looked up, and said, "Fred, did you hear that?"

"No, I didn't hear anything."

"Exactly, they are being too quiet, and you know what that means."

"Turn out the lights, the party has started?"

"Exactly, and they started without us, or they are planning something. That is almost a spanking offense, isn't it?"

"As much as I would like to say yes, it is not. However, instead of reacting, why don't we act on our own? Come here, gorgeous, it's party time."

"Mister Hastings, we are not married."

"Miss Williams, we are practicing for that event."

"Okay, but no dancing."

"You knew my plan, before I planned it."

She may not have wanted to dance but when Fred took her into his arms, it was the first thing he did. He started humming a soft tune into her ear, as she pressed her head against his chest. They were in no hurry; they had a lifetime ahead of them; a lifetime, or until the girls found out they had been fooled.

"I love you, Miss Williams, I never thought I would get a chance to say that to any woman before I turned 50, but I am overjoyed to say it to you now."

"I love you, Mister Hastings, with all my heart. It's not because you saved my four girls from a disastrous life, which I can never repay you for. It's because of how you changed my life and the way I see the world today."

"You deserve to be in silks and satins for the rest of your life, and I am going to make sure it happens." He kissed her deeply, while running his hand up her back, pressing her to him.

She moved her arms up around his neck, pulling him down to her height. She said, "I prefer naked, Fred. I understand our couch is a very comfortable. Should we test it?"

"Yes, but I think we are overdressed for the test you have in mind."

They remedied that fact quickly, and not quietly.

The four girls were upstairs with their trap baited, waiting for their parents to fall into it.

After an hour of waiting, Danni said, "I think they smelled a rat."

"I told you we should make more noise."

"We all can't be as brilliant as you are Cindy."

"Just remember, the test results are posted Tuesday, smartass. We will see just how much your ass is smarting after that."

"What are you two up to now?"

"We have a bet on a test Debbie, that's all."

"Bullshit, something is up between you two; I heard mom and dad talking about it."

"You will know more about it next weekend when we come home again. Right now we have more important matters to deal with. What are mom and dad up to, and have they set a trap for us to fall into?"

Sandy said, "There is only one way to find out, we go downstairs and fall into it together; or we send out a scouting party, and only one of us falls into their trap."

They looked around at each other for the one who wanted to be the guinea pig, and no one volunteered.

"I guess we all fall into the trap together. Be careful, dad is an evil genius."

Quietly, like church mice, they descended the stairs; diverted through the living room, and into the formal dining room. A listening for sounds of their parents who were supposed to be in the next room; they heard nothing.

Cindy whispered, "This is not good."

The kitchen was clear. They stepped into it to see as much of the den, as they could. There was no sign of either of them. He peered around the wall to get a better look and still no sign of their parents.

Danni said, "Fuck, look at the floor."

Groggily, Fred said, "Guess who's getting a spanking?"

In chorus, the four girls said, "Oh shit, they were fucking on the couch!"

Sharon laughed, "Fred, darling, I believe that's three spankings for Danni, and two for the rest of the girls. Your hand is going to be very sore."

"Mom, that's not fair, you two were supposed to be upstairs with us, not playing hanky-panky down here alone."

"We have to take one away from Danni, babe. When was the last time you heard anyone use the term 'Hanky-Panky'."

"I guess she did not want to say 'Fucking,' because that would've meant another spanking. I think you should buy a paddle, it would be easier on your right hand when you have to raise to be sworn in."

The girls looked at her mother in horror. "Whose side are you on, mom?"

"My future husband's side, of course. Sooner or later, all of you will find a wonderful man like Fred, and believe it or not, you will leave me. We will be together for the rest of our lives. You will come to visit, your rooms will always be here, and I will always love you. Don't ever ask me whose side I'm on, because it will always be with Fred. He saved me from your father, he also saved you from him. Fred will also save you from your husband's, if they turn out like your father; I will guarantee you that here and now. One word from you that your husbands are mistreating you, and they will be in jail, before the next breath. Do you understand now why I am Fred's side?"

Cindy replied, "Yes, mother, but Fred got us to come home, by making certain promises, and he has not lived up to them yet."

"Has he ever broken a promise to you?"

"No."

"Are you leaving to go back to school right now?"

"No."

"Then, he has time to keep his promises to you, doesn't he?"

"Why are you so darn logical when I am horny?"

"I am sorry to tell you this baby, but you are my daughter, and for the rest of your life, you are going to be horny every day of it, especially when you get your period."

"Is that why everyone stays away from us, when we have our periods. I knew we were edgy, I guess we are..."

Sharon laughed, "The word you are looking for Cindy is hostile. Even your father stayed away from me, those three days of the month."

"You haven't been that way with me, babe."

"You haven't got on my bad side, yet, Fred. When you do, beware the 'Ides of March', and every other month of the year."

"Miss Williams, I have a remedy for that, I could get you pregnant."

"Mister Hastings, do you want my girls to see you turned into a gelding."

"You would miss it, and so would they. Does anyone have any studying, or homework to do for Monday?"

The answer was a unanimous "No!"

Fred kissed Sharon, and said, "To the bedroom ladies, it's playtime."

"Are they always this obedient, Sharon?"

"Do pigs fly Fred?"

"I saw an elephant fly once, no twice. I saw Dumbo and another movie, where an elephant was flying."

"Fred, do you want to go upstairs and play with my girls and me, or do you want to die down here of a painful death?"

"Let's go upstairs, the girls should be naked by now. I have spankings to meet out. I will go easy on them, if you will give out half of them."

"You want me to spank my babies?"

"Are you telling me it would be the first time you spanked them?"

"I never laid a hand on my children in anger."

"This is not in anger; this is for fun. If you don't join me, yours is going to be the fifth ass that gets spanked, because you did not raise your children correctly."

"I thought you liked the way my children turned out."

"I love the way your children turned out. It has nothing to do with teaching them about discipline. My dear, is your hand in, or is ass sticking out?"

"Fred, I am beginning to hate every girl that was in the elevator with you wearing a bikini."

"You did not answer my question; hand or ass? Your babies are going to cum one way or the other."

"You know that is your fault. You were so gentle with them, they are now addicted to sex, just like their mother."

"This is your last chance Sharon; answer the question. If I answer it for you, just think about those bikinis, and you know which way I will go."

"I think I'm beginning to hate you, Fred. Either I hurt my girls, or I get hurt."

"Yes, but very pleasurably, and you will love it."

"I think I will spank my babies instead. I don't want to have trouble sleeping tonight."

"Good answer, because I am going to fuck you in the ass later."

"Don't even think about it, Fred."

"I already have, my decision is made, my future wife will acquiesce, and I will make her cum like she has never cum before."

"Now you are bragging, Fred."

"There is only one way to find out, isn't there, baby?"

"I hate lawyers. They set up a trap, and let you walk right into it."

"Yes, but he is such an enjoyable trap. I love looking into your eyes when your body explodes into orgasm."

"I am never wearing a bikini again."

"You don't have to babe. I have your bottom memorized; every square millimeter of it."

"Oh Shit."

"Spanking!"

"You will not touch me without repercussions, Mr. Gelding."

"Rules are rules dear, and they apply to everyone in the household."

Cindy yelled, "You tell her dad. Keep her in line, just like the rest of us."

Sharon asked, "Daughter, whose side are you on?"

Cindy replied, "Fred's side, mother, just like you."

"Oh Fuck!"

Cindy laughed. "That's two, dad, shall we try for three?"

"You are doing great, Cindy. At the rate you are going your mom won't be able to sit for a week."

The four girls laughed at Fred's comment.

Sharon said, "I am going to put starch in your underwear. If you think you are horny now, wait and see what happens then."

Debbie said, "Could you put heavy starch in mine, mom. If it is that good, the boys will be all over me at school."

"Fuck, she got me again."

Cindy yelled, "That's three mom, want to try for four?"

"I don't like you, Cindy. I will get even you know."

"Yes, I know mom, but the four of us can sit down and watch as dad gives you a tanning."

Fred chimed in, and said, "Who said I was going to spank my bride in public?"

"That's not fair , dad. You always spank us together."