Gotta Pay the Piper Ch. 11

My first task for that is to rejuvenate and expand the garden. We are going to grow as much of our vegetable diet as possible. Also, the grounds in general need to be maintained. Richard, I am thinking I might put you in charge of that if your Mom decides to join us as an extension of our group." Brenda had been interested in the whole conversation. I saw a slight smile appear. 'You and I used to share mowing the whole place. But you might find yourself supervising a team of slaves doing the work. Being the boss." I could tell from his facial expression Richard liked the idea. I'd mentioned something like that earlier. " There are other issues for us to discuss but we will table them for tonight. Okay, Sonya has assigned clean up duties. I for one am going to do a little work on my computer before I go to bed. I'll be up early. I am leaving at eight in the morning. Anyone going with me can set your alarms and be up well before that if you want breakfast. You might not get a chance to eat until we get home." I pushed my chair back.

"Sonya, you did good with this meal. C'est si bon!" I said using an old Cajun phrase I'd heard my Dad often tell my Mother growing up.

"Bas, I know you come from a Cajun background, but you don't talk about family." Charlene asked, tentatively, hearing me use the Cajun phrase. I knew she was prying but wanted to make it sound like casual conversation.

"I was an only child. I was on the autism spectrum and I think that made my parents hesitant to have more kids." I answered. "I have cousins but never got close to any of them. I was the weird nerdy kid who messed with computers instead of hunting and fishing. I was pretty awkward socially. I didn't play sports. When I sold my company and became rich, many of those relatives began to pay attention. That was one reason we, Christine and I, formed the trust. I'd get a steady paycheck but not enough to give money away to all the family that came around with their hands out. They quit hitting me up. I still see a few of my cousins now and again. When I started target shooting we had something in common to talk about."

"Can I really use the slaves like you said?" Brenda asked a few minutes later when she caught up with me. I told her if she wanted to be part of the overall household, then yes. "Does that mean I have to follow your rules, too?" she asked coyly. "You can use me or order me around even though I am a free woman?" She stepped close to me. Barely an inch separated us. I could see her eyes were dilated. She was aroused at the whole idea. Being in charge of the slaves, but being subservient to me.

"Ask Lenore that question." I said. She gasped, but her expression did not change. She was thinking about what I had said. I was not sure what I had really suggested. I was trying to defer her question but she was obviously thinking about other possibilities. I left her standing there.

I wanted to get an hour or two of work done on a project I had promised. The friend who had installed the listening devices around my house wanted an upgrade on the control program he used for his bugs as payment. I was happy to oblige. I had looked at the code and could change it without violating any software patents. Darren was a friend I knew from the gun range. He worked with a couple private detectives offering his expertise with electronic surveillance. He'd also asked me if I would accompany him to buy a slave. He'd been divorced for a year and had been lamenting the loss of an active sex life. A couple guys at the range had ribbed him about how he should just buy a cute slave and screw the hell out of her.

He could even lease a slave if he wanted an easy option. As one of the guys put it, " If it flies, floats or fucks, it is usually cheaper to rent." Darren was nervous about the whole thing, saying he liked the idea of sex anytime he wanted but was afraid of having a convicted criminal in his house. When I'd asked him to bug my house I told him the reason. He asked if I would help him find a suitable slave. I have to admit, I was looking forward to helping him. The next slave sale was the following Saturday. For now I'd work on the software upgrade.

Lenore entered just as I began working. "What did you say to Brenda?" she demanded. I was caught flatfooted, trying to remember exactly what I had said. I recited back our conversation. Lenore relaxed. "She came to me and asked me how it would work to be your uncollared slave so she could get to use the slaves. She said you told her to ask me about her rights and privileges." I laughed and told her I was caught off guard and came up with that answer on the spot. I knew Brenda liked the idea of using the slaves.

"The woman likes the idea a whole lot more than that. She sees it as you fucking her and loves the idea. She asked me if I was okay with it or if I had rules." I asked Lenore what she'd said. Lenore grinned. "I asked her if she liked licking pussy. She blushed and said not as much as getting hers licked. Then she admitted she'd only done it a couple times back when she was teen."

I told Lenore Brenda had teased me about 'doing me' even when Christine was alive and had come on to me several times since. "I got that impression when we talked to her last week. I can handle her. Do I have your permission to push her a little? I laughed and asked her since when did she need my permission. Lenore got serious. "On something like this, where it might effect our relationship, I will ALWAYS ask."

"Lenore, I trust your judgement." I said. Lenore grinned and gave me a big kiss.

"Oh so you aren't going to shower before we go to the Hacienda? Want to wear that fresh fucked look, huh?" I teased Lenore as she pulled on an old pair of jeans and a tattered sweatshirt. I was similarly dressed.

She grinned at me. "You are the one who did it too me. I'm gonna have to shower when we get home anyway after we cut up all that meat." Beth and Charlene were up and getting dressed when we passed the living room. Marianne laid face down on the pullout sofa bed.

We went into the kitchen. I was surprised to see Rene and Carol dressed in shorts and tshirts. They were pulling out frying pans and had the ingredients for breakfast on the counter. The coffee pot was dripping. I asked them why were they up so early. I had not expected them to go.

"We're not." Rene said. "We told Sonya we'd do breakfast and cleanup so ya'll could get on the road." I smiled and asked if they were kissing ass. "Of course." Rene answered. "gotta keep the boss happy." Carol said if I was going to let them stay home to study, they'd help out.

I heard the front door open. Brenda entered the kitchen. "You said show up if we wanted breakfast. Richard and I decided we want to go see the Hacienda. He's in the other room talking to Marianne." Richard came in followed by the still nude girl.

"I wanted to sleep in a little." Marianne grumbled. "I don't want to go with you guys. My butt is still really sore. I had to sleep on my stomach all night. Richard says I should join everybody for breakfast, though." Richard was grinning. I'm sure he pulled the covers off the naked girl. I had her turn around so we could inspect her bottom. Marianne blushed as she complied. I had been tempted to have her bend over as well, but it was not necessary to see the discoloration. "I know. It looks terrible. I looked in the mirror when I went to the bathroom. It really hurt to sit on the toilet seat."

"I forgot to mention it last night." Lenore announced as we ate. "I'm having a bed, dresser and a desk delivered today. It is to go in the empty bedroom, Bas' old office. I didn't pay for them to set it up, but the salesman said sometimes they will if they aren't too busy. Make sure you girls listen out for them. Let them in and keep an eye on them while they are here." Marianne quickly asked if she could get dressed. "What are the rules?" Lenore asked. She answered herself. "You can get dressed when you need to go out. That means leave the property. If you went over to Brenda's to study with Richard, that does not qualify either."

"But they'll see me!" Marianne complained.

"Rules are rules. That's part of the punishment. You will remain naked no matter who comes in." Lenore said. "We've had women at the Hacienda stay naked for weeks. They go to work and have to strip as soon as they get home.That was as a long term punishment. But any girl who deserves a spanking in front of the group stays naked until they leave the property. There will be five of you here. Tell Joanne and Robin so all bedroom doors stay open. I better not get a call saying nobody answered the door. And I will not accept the excuse that you did not hear them knock." Marianne looked like she was going to hyperventilate. "Come to think of it, didn't I hear you used to say it did not matter who was present when somebody got spanked? They deserved the extra humiliation? That was a house rule right?" Marianne blushed and nodded as she admitted it was. A spanking was done in the nude regardless of who was there to watch. I could tell she did not like she incriminating herself but she knew the consequences of lying. Brenda looked like she was chewing her lip to keep from smiling.

"We might make a deal." Carol offered. "We might let you hide when the delivery guys some in." Marianne immediately asked what deal. Carol shrugged. "We'll talk about it."

Seven of us meant two cars. I asked Richard to drive. I sent Beth and Charlene with him. "That was kinda cruel." I said as I drove away. "Making the girl admit she inflicted the same punishment on others." Brenda giggled, openly saying she hoped Marianne put on a good show. She was mildly surprised how well Marianne seemed to accept her nudity this morning.

"I warned her yesterday evening if she did anything to cover, I'd spank her despite how her butt looked." Sonya said. "I said she was being punished so own it. Actually I suspect she was a little aroused from the way her nipples were hard, but that might have been because of Richard this morning. When I walked by he was rubbing them. He told her she could get dressed and come with us. She didn't want to wear jeans over her sore ass and it is too cool for shorts."

Derek greeted us and invited us inside for coffee. I introduced him to Richard and Brenda. I did a double take when I saw one of his slaves was nude. All the others present were fully dressed. "Ahh, yes. Kat there got her bottom spanked. She has to stay naked until she leaves the property. Which will probably be Monday morning." I told him I did not mind. I had a girl who was at home naked after being spanked. I asked what she did when I saw the livid stripes across her butt and thighs. I also could not help but notice the large tattoo that adorned one buttock. Lenore bore the same tat. "She missed a chore assignment again. Caroline has a three strike rule. She'll spank a girl twice in private. If the girl gets spanked a third time in three months, it is a public caning. And the nudity. She'll stay inside today. Not because of it being cool outside. It is supposed to be sixty five today. But we will be using knives. And since John and his boys will be here, I don't want any accidents with those boys gawking at a naked girl." I noticed Richard was interested in watching the girl too. I teased him gently. Derek grinned. "Look all you want but no touching."

"We might have to revise that nudity rule now the kids are getting to the age they notice things." Lou said. "First time one of the boys notices a girl doesn't have a 'peepee' is when we end it. Speaking of that, they should be coming out for breakfast. I left Sarah and Ginger to finish up getting their hair combed. I came out when I heard Bas had arrived." I saw three younger kids in high chairs at the table. Wanda and one of the slaves were feeding them, or rather putting plates of food in front of them. The grinning kids had spoons in one hand and messy faces as they crammed food into their mouths with the other.

A free woman and Sarah arrived from the back of the house. Two little boys ran ahead of them. "Daddy!" they both hollered seeing Derek. He took them to the table and talked to them a bit. He asked them what they wanted. Typical domestic scene. If multiple mothers and slave girls was typical

"You can ask one of the male guests if you want." Sarah offered. The woman blushed and I could see her embarrassment. "Not my problem. It's up to you if you want to wear them longer." Sarah said shrugging. I could tell she was a little amused at the woman's obvious distress. "Bas this is Ginger. She is Clarice's mother. I'm sure you noticed the resemblance. She is the general manager for the company that makes our turbine electronic controllers. She's staying with us for the week. Well, IF she behaves. Otherwise it will be two weeks, right, Ginger?" Ginger nodded and said, "Yes, Ma'am."

Ginger looked back and forth between Richard and me. She looked like she was about to cry. Richard was looking around the room watching the other girls. He turned around when he heard Ginger say in a loud voice. "Sir, may I ask you a favor? Would you please remove the clamps from my nipples?" She lifted her sweatshirt to expose her breasts. A large clamp was fastened at the base of each nipple. The nipples looked pinched flat. I glanced over to see Sarah smiling. Lenore noticed what was going on and nodded to me. She obviously was not surprised. Ginger took another deep breath. "I would really appreciate it Sir." "And?" Sarah prompted. Now the tears started flowing. "I will even suck your cock if you will help me." Ginger whimpered. My mouth must have fallen open. Sarah and Lenore both giggled.

Several of the other slaves turned to watch the show. Brenda stood, watching incredulously.

"Maybe you can ask the young man if he wants to help you. Or you can wait for John's boys." Sarah suggested. "I know those things have to be hurting by now. Or have your nips gone numb?" "Please?" Ginger whimpered softly. Lenore nodded again encouraging me to go ahead.

I unscrewed the first clamp. "Oh shit, oh fuck." Ginger said almost hopping from the pain as blood flowed back into the abused nipple. She gripped the shirt harder, her knuckles going white. I removed the second clamp. Once again she started panting. "Please, sir, may I rub my nipples? They hurt so bad!" I told her to go ahead. She dropped the shirt and grabbed her breasts, gingerly rubbing. After a few minutes of moaning. "May I suck your cock to thank you?" Ginger asked, mortified. I shook my head.

"AWWW, too bad!" Sarah teased her grinning. "I guess you lucked out, I'd have liked to see what he is using to keep Lenore so satisfied." She giggled as she looked at me. "Go put the clamps back on my dresser. Then come back." Ginger left quickly. "Thanks, Bas. That worked out even better than I'd hoped." she said quietly. "I'll explain later. Lenore knows the back story."

I took Lenore aside at the first opportunity. "I don't know what Ginger did this time for Sarah to punish her. She and Sarah have a history. Ginger is a hard core lesbian. She hates having a man touch her. I'll bet she'd rather get caned and run around nude like Kat than suck your cock. I don't know if she's even touched a cock in years." I asked why Ginger was acting like an uncollared slave. Was that similar to what she did? "Nope. She is a very reluctant slave. She loves to be in charge. She made some mistakes at the business. Sarah bailed her out. Part of the deal was she has to be Sarah's submissive for a number of years. If she balks, Sarah can fully indenture her. She is under an ironclad contract." I asked why Sarah would do that to her. "Like I said, they have history. Ginger used to be Sarah's aunt's lover. She avoided seeing the aunt when she laid dying of cancer. The aunt was terribly upset and disappointed to be abandoned by her lover. Sarah was enraged at Ginger. Years later Ginger went to Sarah as a last ditch effort to save her company. Nobody here feels sorry for her. Not after they found out she ghosted a dying woman."

Later when we were busy butchering the deer, Clarice came up to help me transfer another buck from the building for John and his son to skin. "You looked a little embarrassed when Mom offered to blow you." she giggled. "Don't be. I almost wanted to cheer you to do it right there. Or take her into another room. I heard Sarah give her orders last night. Sarah told her at some point she was going to have to offer to suck one of our male guests. If the guy accepted and she did it in front of everybody that would be enough of a punishment. But if the guy took her behind closed doors, she'd have to make the same offer to every male here. Mom bawled and begged her. I did not know about those clamps."

"Aren't you upset about Sarah treating your mother that way?" I asked. "I mean it must have been terribly humiliating for her."

"Nope. Mom deserves her punishment. She is her own worst enemy sometimes. My sister Bev turned her over to Sarah and actually asked Sarah to punish the shit out of her. Bev's words. Bev is planning to beat her ass this week sometime. I'd whip Mom's ass myself, but can't legally because I am a slave." I asked what she did. "She made a few dumbass decisions without consulting anybody. It could have cost us a lot of money. I say us. You know that I or rather my estate owns a big percentage of both the turbine company and the controller company right?" I didn't know all the details but knew she held a lot of power in the management of the turbine company. "Well, I am an owner too." I said it just seemed pretty harsh punishment for a bad business decision. "Nope. Because this was not the first time. She's done it before and should have learned. We have accountants and others to crunch numbers. I think she did it because she wants to claim a big 'win' for herself. She'll let her ego over-rule her brain. So I don't care if her butt pays the price."

"And if what I said sounds cruel, let me give you a little insight. One time Mom watched a woman beat my ass raw and then fuck me up the ass with a big dildo. It hurt like Hell. She cheered the woman on. She told me how I deserved whatever suffering I got for being stupid enough to get enslaved in the first place. She said she couldn't screw her own daughter but she could certainly spank her. I was already hurting and she beat my butt again. She said she'd hate for me to be sold off somewhere, but I deserved my sore ass, inside as well as outside.." I was shocked. Clarice shrugged. "Slaves get pretty tough on each other and unsympathetic. When Kat got her butt caned last night, we all watched. None of us felt bad for her. She messed up. She got punished." I thanked her for giving me a little insight.

Later I asked Derek about what happened. I told him a little about what Clarice had said. "Oh yeah. They can be downright cruel with each other. Well, when they feel wronged. We have a thing called 'slave girl justice'. The girls even vote when one steps too far out of line. Some of the punishments they decided on were terrible. They'd go further than I would. But they also know they are subject to the same treatment if they mess up. Now as far as Ginger goes, I leave that alone. I kinda doubt Sarah would really trigger the indenture contract, but she holds that over Ginger's head. Ginger is in for a rough week. Clarice, her sister Bev, and Sarah are all pretty upset at her."

I told him I had instituted his policy that if a girl was paddled, she'd stay nude until she had to go out. Then I explained my chastity policy. He loved it and said he might have to try it. "These girls play with each other and themselves all the time. Not being able to get their jollies would really be a punishment."

On the way home, I related some of that information to Lenore. Instead of telling me we should discuss it in private, she answered enthusiastically in front of the others. "Ginger is a tough, hard-headed bitch. She absolutely believes a slave deserves whatever she gets. She hates having to submit herself. But if any of those other girls had been in that position and she was an observer, she'd have cheered it on. She knew full well the slaves were all hoping you'd make her suck you. Either there or in private."