My name is Violet P. Snicket. Quite a few many years ago, I grew up a Baudelaire. That seems a lifetime ago.

My husband, Lemony, may have told the story of my childhood to you. I admit he is a great story teller. He added a lot of details that are certainly interesting and entertaining but I assure you they were a complete fantasy compared to what I told him about my childhood adventures.

So it was that my parents death was a turning point in my life that I wont dwell on. Suffice to say, they perished in a blaze burning down our mansion, while we kids were out swimming at a neighbors. We lost everything in the fire, our family and everything we owned. But our parents had provided for us and we found that we had a sizeable trust fund, grown by rather large insurance policies our parents had taken out to provide for us should something terrible happen.

And so we had a trust fund. The attorney, Mr. Poe, would be responsible to turn over the monthly stipend, a mere fraction of the interest earned each month, to one of our relatives to manage until we each became 21, in return for caring for us. Until that time, the portions set aside for us, will bear interest to be spent on our care and upbringing with the remainder being reinvested for when we reach our majority. A great deal of money was at stake here, but as I told you, most of my family lived by modest means and we were under the impression that material gain was not its own reward.


So it went that we were taken to New York, to meet Mr. Poe, a fat, balding banker who cast an appearance not unlike a cherubic little pig. Mr. Poe was the family attorney in all things and explained what would become of us.
He explained we would be taken to Uncle Montgomerys and Aunt Kathys farm. Uncle Montgomery was the eldest surviving brother, his selection was also perhaps due to the fact that he was married and stable, and willing.
He and Aunt Kathy had agreed to raise us as if we were their own. A great deal of our family live in Utah, and Uncle Monty as he preferred to be known was a Mormon and a Deacon of the Latter Day Church of Christ, which we did not realize at the time was a large, but strange, sect of the Mormon faith.

When we arrived at the farm, Uncle Monty and his wife, Kathy, were waiting for us. They had broad smiles for Mr. Poe, who came along with us. We had no baggage, for everything we had had all been consumed in the fire.

My Uncle was a very approachable man who grinned broadly and spoke in a soft country accent and made us feel very welcome. After Mr. Poe had concluded his business with them and had left, we were shown the only guest room in the tiny farmhouse. We would have to learn to share.

In there, you will find nightgowns, and overalls for in the morning, I suggest you be ready to get up at the crack of dawn in the morning. His wife. Kathy, smiled as she shut the door and quoted from the book of Mormon For he gave commandment that all men must repent; for he showed unto all men that they were lost, because of the transgression of their parents.

With that cryptic scripture we stood staring blankly at each other in the tiny room with a single bathroom and closet, not understanding how we could change in front of each other. When Klaus and I had been closer to Sunnys age, my parents had taken us on holiday to France and we all three did frolic on the beaches naked. This was quite a bit different.

Well, I suppose you want me to turn my back? While you two put on the nightgowns? Klaus folded his arms, obviously wanting nothing to do with the notion.

Sunny said sarcastically That WOULD be preferable, yes.

Why dont you change in the bathroom, Klaus? While we change here I asked innocently enough.

Sure said Klaus as he walked into the small bathroom and said except it has no door, and scarcely enough room for a person to stand. There isnt even a tub or shower in here, just a toilet and a sink. I do hope they have another.

Maybe, they think we are used to seeing each other naked. Lets go talk to Uncle Monty.

As was our custom with our parents, we didnt obey the orders we had been given to change, and just went out looking for Uncle Monty in his small farm house. It shouldnt be as hard as searching the many floors of our mansion would have been.

All the lights had been cut off, as if they had gone to bed. It was only 8pm! We knocked upon the door of their bedroom.He came to the door but did not open it fully. Yes, Little Ones?

Um, we wondered if you had accommodations for my brother, since we are both girlsand um

He cut us off before I could finish and said impatiently, Need I remind you of Chapter two of the book of Nephi, 26:20?

Seeing blank stares, he said as if disappointed we didnt know it, from memory The Pride Cycle. At the moment God blesses his people most, they forget him in pride until by tribulation they are brought to humility and repentance, which brings the blessings of God. Pride of heart because of exceeding riches unto wearing costly apparel and despising the poor is a beginning of wickedness.

Seeing more blank stares he said Your parents have done you a great sin and disservice, by making in you pride. You are brother and sister, and you arent full formed yet. While I am sure youve got your hairs and your buds, little girl, I think you have nothing to fear from Klauss eyes. Get into your sleeping habits, and I shall roust you in the morning for your bath, as you all stink of the city of sin, from which you come. There is no stink from the sweat of a hard days work or the soil underneath ones fingernails from an honest days toil, but the air you brought with you from the city is a foul one.

Utah is hardly Deep South. But just try telling the people who live in the country there not to talk like that! Southern is the best description I can think of for their accent.

At that time, I was just beginning to wear a real bra. Sunny was not. We all agreed to turn down the lights and change that night, wearing our panties or underwear from the trip, and me keeping my bra on while I slept. I wasnt used to wearing it to bed. I decided given that I wasnt able to see so well and hopefully neither could Klaus, I should slip the nightgown over my head and go to bed as quickly as I could. Ok, I guess I was behaving like one of those little boys or girls peeing in public who covers their face under the belief that if they cant see anyone else, then no one can see them. I was in point of fact, very tired from the long airplane trip, and just wanted sleep.

The bed itself was too small for we three, but as tired as we were, we did not mind. We could not see whose foot was smashed into whose face, so we just moved it as best we could in order to fit.

The morning came as quickly as we had fallen asleep, So it would seem for most of the nights we would spend on this farm. In the morning, we discovered that our sleeping shifts were cut far too open, and sheer. Sunnys purple panties were clearly visible through her gown and as I noticed, so were the nipples of her nearly flat chest.

I wondered about my own chest, even through the smallish bra, which contained what little bosom I had to work with, and the strawberry pink panties I had on. I pulled the covers up over myself instinctively.

As we all awoke to the sound of pans beating against each other rapidly, we became aware that we had such sheer gowns on. It seemed to us that we were naked. We all three quickly made a dive for the single comforter.

Get up, get up, sleepy heads came our Aunts cheerful voice, after washing, you can eat breakfast and have at the chores of the day. It shall be a rather light day, as we know you are not used to the good honest work that enriches our souls.

She pulled the comforter off of us or tried to, Surprisingly Klaus was the one who held it fast. Let them both leave, and I promise I will come shortly. I would later learn that there may have been a pun or double meaning to that.

Klaus Baudelaire, laziness is a sin that wont be tolerated, you get up this instant. Aunt Kathy was a pleasantly plump woman with a big smile. Klaus was no match for her tenacious grip and strength. The covers came away, and Klauss secret was revealed.

I will admit to ignorance as to what I saw, but as I told you this tale is told with the full knowledge of a woman who has seen all manner of things in her life, and so what all three women, if you count Sunny and I as women, in the room saw, was that Klauss six inches of manhood was fully erect on this slightly chilly morning, and the nightgown and underwear he had on did nothing to hide its full length like a flagpole, when the covers were gone.

I see that the sins of lust are tempting your mortal body, Klaus. You may remain here for a moment, My husband will not allow you to walk around like that in this blessed house.. Girls, please report to your Uncle Monty, and in the future, please understand that we do not wear layers of garments here, you have under things under your under thing She laughed at us, as if we had just gone out of the house in nine shirts and pants. Please peel the modern lingerie that you both have on under your sleeping shift, and leave it here for me to destroy. Girls your age shouldnt wear anything that slinky.

Sunny rolled her eyes, gasped a sigh and we both slid our panties down, and off. I reached under the shift, turning around so that only my bare butt crack was presented to everyone else in the room as I reached under the shift to unhook my bra and let it drop to the floor. Bending down with modesty, I handed Aunt Kathy all three.

Get going, he is out in the yard

Yard? But arent we going to have a bath and breakfast?

Do you girls answer every instruction from your Elder, with a question? Get going now, while Klaus and I discuss his condition. Our Aunts stern but kind expression was more pity for us, than any anger.

As we left and I turned to shut the door, I noticed Klauss erection hadnt gone down and from what I learned, the following is how it was handled.

Klaus, remove your shift and underwear. Aunt Kathys tone was serious and Klaus knew better than to argue as we had done.

When it was removed, his donger stood at full attention and she asked him to pull it. At first Klaus pretended not to know what she meant, but it became apparent that she would not believe he had never done it.

She watched him for a bit, as if to make sure he was doing it right, quickly and efficiently. Then she left briefly and returned with an empty mason jar. Returning just as he was about to explode, she had him deposit his seed into the mason jar. She instructed him that every morning when he awoke subject to lust, that he must milk himself after we girls went to our bath and then join us afterwards.

She took up the mason jar and eyeballed the amount of seed in it with approval and said You are going to be quite a stud and have many children, young man. I can see that already. If you were a horse, you would be well tended here as a breeder.

I will clean it out every morning. If you feel the need to avoid any embarrassment at other times, just use the jar and bring it to me and I will take care of it.

So now that you are done, put on your shift and go to your bath. She dismissed him to join us. He was definitely embarrassed, but at the same time relieved of the sexual tensions that plague young teenage boys.

Meanwhile, we had found our Uncle. He expressed surprise that we had not come with our brother. Where is that strapping lad? I need him to run this pump for me. He said as he stood by the lake, in their front yard.

I told him bashfully what was happening, and Uncle Monty just nodded knowingly as if he understood so I stopped talking.

Alright, well listen..yall two girls need to milk the cows anyway, so until he gets here, why dont I introduce you to Bessie and Kathy II.

Kathy Two? remarks Sunny, rolling her eyes. She was having a hard enough time putting up with things this far, I was surprised she hadnt rebelled yet. I think we were all in too much shock.

Hahah, yeah thats a little joke. She has the biggest udders of the two, so I named her after my wife. We werent amused by his joke. So he added Now you two girls gotta understand, I am a God-Fearing man, but everyone has to have a sense of humor, or else they will go crazy, even God himself probably does, or he wouldnt have made me so plug ugly.

He made a funny face for our benefit, and I admit that I saw even Sunny crack a smile. He was a very genuine man, with such a good nature, that you hardly saw him as strict most of the time. Yet, he was also a man who checked his pocket watch often, as if he were on a schedule.

After he gave us the barest of instructions in how to milk the cows, he gave us buckets and stools. Then in our bare nightgowns, our bare feet on the straw covered barn floor, he left us to fill the buckets.

You may find some slight thrill or perversion in hearing how we tugged upon the teats as they were called of the big udders of these two cows, how we sat down at their far end, trying to figure out just how hard or soft to tug on them. If so, then the truth will surprise you. It was awkward, but not in any way sexual or intimate. I do think that Sunny tugged a bit to hard on Kathy II, who let out a sullen MOOO! in shock at times, but stood her ground and waited for us to finish milking.

The first time actual liquid spurted from the cows buds, it was nothing more than a spurt of droplets. The bucket was going to take forever to fill up. As we tried, Sunny whined in her usual way These people are out of their minds!Hard work? Sitting in a cold barn in just a bed sheet? Violet, I dont like this.

I am sorry, I dont either. But Ive been just too shocked about our loss, and its all happened so fast. Yesterday we were comfy, in a nice warm house with mom and dad, and nowthis. I looked around at the dirty old barn, and realized I was sitting on the stool with my legs opened so that the breeze was catching my pussy. I quickly crossed my legs, but it was very awkward.

We were probably forty minutes into it, talking and even laughing at times, just to pass the time as we absent-mindedly milked on the cows, it became easier and easier. We heard our Uncle cough and say You girls going to spend all day here?

Our Brother Klaus was standing at his side, his sheer white nightgown on (Yes, boys had to wear them too) and while his erection had gone down, there was no mistaking the outline of his hairy cock and bare chest under the gown. He grinned at us, but in a sympathetic way.

Uncle looked at our buckets, and made a tsk sound, as if to say that is all you got? and told us to haul it into the kitchen. Sunny couldnt lift hers, and I have to admit I was having trouble.

Oh for Petes sake, you girls are going to pretend to be weak backed to get out of doing everything? Ive already heard from your Aunt how lazy you seemed this morning. Leave the buckets for now, and ask your Aunt nicely to let you use the cart to pull them back to the house after you wash up. Cmon, daylight is a-wasting.

We went back to the lake, when Uncle Monty pointed to a rock and said Put your nightgowns there, and pick up that soap. He pointed to a rock, where some plain homemade soap bars were sitting.

Sunny rolled her eyes, Are we to bathe in this lake?

I complained Naked out here, for everyone to see?

Uncle laughed First question, no and second question, yes but there isnt another farm for three miles, so I assure you no one will see.

But, you two will see! I suddenly felt more naked, as I pointed to Klaus and Uncle Monty, and I could tell that Klaus and Sunny were just as uncomfortable. And its too cold! Im already getting sick. Which was true, my nose was running and I was shivering constantly. I learned later that we were in the warmest part of Utah, the Southwest corner of the state.

To us at the time it seemed cold. And all of us cried and were miserable the first few days. But we really did toughen up quickly. By the third day I wasnt even sniffling until the cold lake water hit me. And by the second week, I found even that icy bath to be no worse than a cold shower. Its all a matter of what you are used to. We had been used to carpeted floors, indoor plumbing in a well heated homeeven our pool was heated! We were babies and behaving like it. I was really mad at my aunt and uncle at the time of those first few outdoor baths, but I can not say now that they were wrong to make us do this. Although I still would have liked some toilet paper and creature comforts.

Oh for crying out loud, girls you dont have anything that I havent seen before, and from the looks of your backside, Ill need my glasses to make out any of the details, its so small. On the farm, we arent blessed with running water. Out here we pump it. And you must keep clean, so the sooner you get washed, the sooner you will be dry and clothed. Then you can start your chores and get really warm.

You will each stand under this shower, and wash yourselves all over, good and well. This is hard work, and you are going to grow accustomed to it, but you will also keep clean bodies. He spoke as if we knew the Bible well enough to recognize this verse from Leviticus And that ye may put difference between holy and unholy, and between unclean and clean.

I was first, and so I turned away from everyone and pulled my nightgown over my head, to feel the cold morning air from the lake on my naked skin. In a way, I have to admit it was very refreshing. I had goosebumps. I lifted up the harsh lye based soap and walked over to what was apparently the shower, which I had thought some kind of pump made for the lake.

I could feel Klaus and Uncle Monty staring at me. Sunny stripped her nightgown as well, and was told to be ready for me to finish, so that no pumping was wasted. Sunny immediately added Why doesnt Klaus have to drop his nightgown?

Girl, question not your elders in all things. Have you no respect?

Respect? You insist we stand outside naked. This is gross! she said, surprisingly losing her cool, and being a bit frantic, her voice raised and cracking as she said the last part.

Out of respect, for my brother and his wife, your deceased parents, who have gone on to their greater reward, I am showing you patience, but dont think I wont take measures to correct your behavior if you continue to take these tones, and roll your eyes at me, girls.

Klaus observed She always rolls her eyes, its just a Sunny thing kind of jokingly.

Boy, you are also on the edge with me! Now, before your sisters have cause to complain that they were kept too long from their chores, begin to turn the handle. Klaus struggled with the rusty old iron pump, turning it clockwise, to lift ice cold lake water out and dump it directly over my head in short, drenching bursts.

I let out a shriek as the first drenching bucket of ice cold lake water spilled on my head and down my naked body. Thats enough, thats enough! I said waving my arms over my head, spitting out the water, that while clean enough for cattle to drink, surely had fish poop and every kind of slime in it. Trying to get the water out of my eyes, the lye soap stinging the hand I clutched it in.

Girl, I want you to use that soap, everywhere, get my meaning? Youve not even washed your chest, or your backside!

Out here?

No, in the private bath drawn by my butler. Yes, girl..out here. Now, Klaus, when you start turning the crank, dont stop. Just keep going, Ill tell her when she is done, and Sunny will step in. It gets much easier to turn if you keep a rhythm. Uncle was clearly more concerned with the effort Klaus was putting into turning it. At least to get a view of his sisters naked, he had to work for it, and he was getting sloshed by the falling buckets of water as well.

I assure you, it seemed like fire using that lye soap, and when I cried out it was in my eyes, Uncle just yelled Yes, dont get it in your eyes, or inside yourself. You do need to hold open your cheeks though, and get it good and clean. If you want, I can have Sunny hold them for you.

At first, I really believed he meant my mouth. So I opened it.

He laughed as ice cold water filled my mouth, and said Not those cheeksSunny, please help your sister wash her behind.

Sunny actually seemed to take joy in my suffering. Perhaps to have something to do other than to stand there naked and cold, she grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks. She took the soap right out of my hand and scrubbed my asshole and crack until it made my eyes water. It was over quickly though and as I was told to step out, she stepped in to take my place and was certainly more efficient at washing, having watched me first.

Her tiny body framed in cold water like oil on her pale skin, I noticed that she wasnt flat chested after all. Sunny certainly had two very puffy looking tits, that were more nipple than tit. In the cold morning air, her tiny little body reminded me of a ballerina, so graceful, almost as if time was slowing down. I stood there dumbfounded, trying to control my chattering teeth, with arms wrapped around my chest.

She didnt have pubic hair yet, but I could tell she must be getting ready to enter puberty. I didnt know much about the subject, but Sunny always carried herself like she was 9 going on 30.

I returned the favor of her earlier help, by helping Sunny wash her butt crack, despite her insistence she could do it herself, as my butt still stung from the scrubbing. I looked to my Uncle and asked Where are the towels? in at least a polite manner, holding my arms across my bare chest and pussy.

At the time, I didnt refer to it as a pussy, but in more polite terms. However, as I have said, I have since learned many names for a womans holes, and pussy seems appropriate here.

Towels? Good child, is the sun not shining? Now that your sister and you are done, you may both return to the house, and I will pump for Klaus, well leave your nightgowns here for the laundry, when its time.

We were shocked. The walk back to the house was a short distance, only a few minutes. We could easily spy it from the lake. But in the nude? Even as remote as this farm was, surely they could not expect us to walk barefoot, naked, cold and dripping wet back to the house.

We cant leave our hair like this! I really need a towel. Can I not use one of our nightgowns to wrap it?

Tell me you girls have been baptized, for the book of Moroni tells us Wherefore, if little children could not be saved without baptism, these must have gone to an endless hell. So if this bit of water hurts your souls, then imagine what it shall do when you must be baptized! Now be gone girls! Get back to the house, and you may ask your Aunt for whatever female tools of vanity and pride that we have available.

We didnt bother to look back, but we both smiled broadly when we heard Klaus let out a yelp when the first splash of cold water hit his back. Our pace brisk, my body dripping wet, I couldnt help but feel a little naughty walking through their yard back to the house with all that cool air on my body.

When we got to the house, Sunny went to open the door and found it locked. We knocked and in a few moments Aunt Kathy came to the door and opened it for us, but stood in the doorway. You are not dry. I did not expect you, yet. You do not expect to come inside this way?

Yes we do, Aunt Kathy I said pleading I dont like this. We arent used to how open you are here, and its made us all feel really uncomfortable. And we are cold!

Yeah, totally uncool, And totally too cold. Sunny added with sort of a scrunched nose and narrowed eyes, like she was smelling something foul.

Uncool and cold as it may be, girls, this is just how we do it on the farm. Your uncle and I rose an hour earlier and fated the same way, as do all the farms around here. If you wish, I can wake you with us, and you can both turn the pump for Uncle Monty and I and see how much colder it is with no sun at all?

No, but why cant we just dry off inside?

Because, we dont waste laundry on towels for such a vanity when the good lord provides the sunshine. No one is going to see you out here. Now make yourselves useful and go feed the chickens. By the time you are done, you will be ready to come inside.

But my hair? Sunny asked., Her long, dark hair would become matted if not brushed.

Indeed, we may need to cut that as short as your sisters, for it seems to be a source of unhealthy pride and vanity in you, dear girl. Now, do you think you can handle feeding the chickens? Use at least one handful per chicken. She pointed to a heavy bag of chicken feed near a small coop behind the house.

Still nude, as she shut the door, we felt we had no choice but to go and feed the chickens. Trying not to step in the chicken poop everywhere, we threw handfuls at the chickens, with Sunny suggesting We should run away.

Where would we go?

Away, from this mess.

Wed get picked up immediately. Maybe this is the worst of it. Besides, I guess I am not so shocked at being naked in front of you both now.

Sunny smiled tightly and said Well, I dont like it. Were Klauss sisters, and thats just gross.

Youre right. Although I guess from Uncles point of view, the fact that he is our brother, I guess makes it not dirty.

She became silent, perhaps lost in her own thoughts, or wondering if she could continue to trust me with her plans.

When we finished, we knocked back on the door and Klaus answered. He was in overalls, with a grin.

What? we both said, Why arent you out here?

You two were in the shade, takes longer to dry off. I got up on a rock, and I was dry pretty quick. Cmon get dressed.

His overalls gave him a sort of Tom Sawyer/Huck Finn vibe, barefoot with a straw hat. Okay, when does Hee-Haw start? Sunny asked wryly.

We got dressed in ill-fitting overalls designed clearly for boys, certainly not for girls, as my chest was kind of exposed from the sides. Much later in life, it occurred to me that that exposure might have been intentional.

Hey, I noticed you are starting to become a woman, out there, Sis. I said casually to Sunny as we dressed in our room, and she dragged a comb through her hair.

Oh? What do you mean?

Well, your chestyou have one, not much yet, but there was definitely the start of something. I didnt ever notice before.

Gosh, thanks. She said sarcastically.

I realized I probably sounded a little strange talking about her body that way, and I was glad she left it at that.

We both said nothing as we came to the breakfast table. They had already pretty much finished. It was a very large hot breakfast, of milk, eggs, toast, and even pork chops. Weve already said the grace Uncle Monty added after we had both sat down and begun to eat, to suggest perhaps that we must have forgotten. In truth, we had never said grace before.

Drink your milk girls, its freshly squeezed Aunt Kathy joked, and Uncle Monty laughed. We half heartedly joined in, not sure at the time that she meant squeezed from the cows we had milked that morning. Aunt Kathy had apparently gone down and brought the buckets back herself. She was a very strong woman, as I mentioned before.

With breakfast done, it was time for us to be introduced to chores on the farm. Klaus got to spend his time with Monty, getting introduced to the care of the crops. They didnt have a lot of crops, but they had a wide variety of crops they grew all around the year.

We girls were supposed to go and do Womens Work. This consisted of laundering the clothes, which Aunt Kathy did by rubbing the clothes hard across an old wash board down by the lake. Since Sunny and I were not yet strong or experienced enough to be effective at scrubbing the clothes, we were put to work carrying them to a clothes line and hanging them to dry. Periodically, Aunt Kathy would look at a clothespin and sigh. I wasnt sure at the time why, but I would soon come to learn.

Aunt Kathy noted Sunny, you never smile except when you have a mischievous or sarcastic thing to say. Why is that?

Sunny I guess I did not have much to be happy about, even before I was sent here.

Then you shall learn to be thankful for what the good Lord provides. We shall change that attitude of yours, and help you to overcome these feelings.

In truth, Sunny was probably going through what a lot of preteens do, and because of her intelligence had chosen to do like so many of the so-called Goth kids of the day, by being down on the world and everything around her.

Sunny just put up a false grin, and said nothing else. The matter was let drop, but Sunny soon went back to the flat expression and ice princess manner that she usually had.

As lunch time approached, we were famished. I asked Aunt Kathy when lunch was, and she smiled and said You were told to eat a big breakfast, dear. We dont stop for lunch. That would be wasting the daylight. Youll just have to eat a big dinner tonight.

We were taught to mend, and we went about and fed the goats, horses, and Big Red, their black lab, who owned the yard. Sunny asked Why is it Big Red, if its jet black? Aunt Kathy laughed and said Its your Uncle Montys sense of humor. Youll understand after youve been here a while.

When it came to the care of the few horses they had, Aunt Kathy was meticulous with them, polishing the bits, bridles and saddles. She checked their horse shoes, and showed us the finer points of brushing the horses, and in general, how to care for them. Near end of the day, Aunt Kathy told us that she had to wash the Horses Genitals and did we want to learn how to do it?

We both said No, thats alrightreally

She smiled and said Ah, the innocence of youth. Well, its something that has to be done. Its unhygenic not to wash them. Well, go and see if Uncle Monty has anything for you, and I will be back to start dinner presently.

We didnt go back to the house right away. Instead we sat down by the lake, throwing stones into it, as the sun began to set. Sunny and I just talked, about what kind of horrible day this was.

You know, they are loving, and they mean well and they are very Christian and I can respect that. But at the same time, its very creepy. I said.

Sunny added Yeah, well unless we escape, I guess we have two choices. We can either go kicking and screaming into each new chore or humiliation they dream up for us. Or we can just bite the bullet and do it.

Escape? Like I said earlier, Sunny, I totally understand what you are saying. I am just being realistic, that I dont think we can get very far. What would we do for money and food?

We could tell the authorities? she said hopefully and just a little too quickly, her desperation showing through.

A familiar voice from behind us said We cant tell the authorities, They won't listen. They never listen! It was Klaus.

They know you are sitting out here, by the way. You need to be more careful if you are going to talk about this. I hate it too.

Why do you hate it? Sunny looked up at him They treat you better than us! Theylet you stand there while we parade around naked for you to stare at!

Hey, I am not staring at you, and they worked me like a dog. Trust me, this isnt fun for me either. And then he held out his hands for us to see, red and covered with blisters, some of which had broken already. Sunny started to cry at that and then to swear. I had to calm her down. I was as moved as she was, but we had to be careful what we showed to our Aunt and Uncle. His blisters healed soon enough and were quickly replaced by calluses, but it took a while for us to forgive them. We thought they were torturing poor Klaus. And yet, they really had gone easy on him the first few days. They were right though. He was just a soft city boy when we first arrived. We were all soft from easy living. We toughened up quickly, and I have to admit, we were undoubtedly stronger and healthier for it, even though it seemed harsh at the time. But it was not harsh treatment at all. I would learn what real harsh treatment was elsewhere.

Well, lets head back, then. I told them.

Aunt Kathy was in the kitchen preparing dinner Girls, defy me again, and there will be a come-uppance. Ive discussed it with your Uncle Monty, and he has counseled me to be lenient but let me remind you He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes.

But thats for a him and his son, we are girls Sunny said in her smart aleck know-it-all-tone.

You will understand the Bible does address the female form, and apply to us as well. In fact, I need to discuss with you your Bible studies, you didnt bring one?

No, everything we had burned in the fire. I said, not wanting to admit that we also didnt really read the Bible, either.

Ah, well in the future, do you not think it fitting to address me as Maam, and your betters as Sir?

No, not really Sunny said, and we both laughed. Even Uncle Monty thought it was cute.

Cute as it may be though, its time you kids learned to be respectful. So from now on, and especially in front of company or the church folk on Sunday, be mindful of us.

I dont think I can remember to do that Sunny said, perhaps pretending to be a little dense in order to avoid having to do it.

Tell you what I will do. Uncle had a way of sounding like a smooth, southern car salesman when he wanted to. Ill make each of you your brothers or sisters keeper. Hmm, let me see He stroked his chin and said For each time, you forget to call one of us sir or maam, I want one of you to take up this here switch. He had a thin slender rod of oak and strike the offender across the bottom, taking turns so that each of you get a hit if all are present.

If you do not strike with precision and speed, then Ill do it twice fold to the person you were going to switch and once to you.

You must be joking? Sunny said.

No, a joke is like telling someone something so they will laugh. The respect you have for me, as the keeper of this house, and this blessed home, is a sign of your respect for the Creator. He who has graciously given us this life is nothing to laugh about missy, and I see you did not say Sir!

He motioned to us both and Klaus was first with it, Yipe! he slapped it across her bottom, and then handed me the switch. I looked at Sunny apologetically and gave her a good strike across the butt, but she didnt flinch. Mind you, these were strikes that were more reminder and embarrassment, than any real pain or suffering.

Okay good, but you do realize that the overalls come with a flap in the back, so that you do not have to remove them to use the bathroom?

We actually didnt know that. But we nodded yes.

Well, I dont care who does it, but the flap comes down when its time to switch. Understood?

Yes, Sir we all three said, kind of half smiling.

So it went that we had dinner, and then Bible study for an hour. We were read boring passages, mostly from the book of Helaman, and spent the night in our nightgowns.

As we went to bed Sunny whispered to us Bring on the Hellmans!, neither Klaus nor I laughed, but we both rolled our eyes and smiled. It was kind of cute.

That night, I awoke and peed in the toilet, the handle to the flusher didnt work. Noting there was no toilet paper, I sighed, yet another torture and went to bed with myself wet. I felt like crying as we shared the small bed.

In the morning when it was time to wake, Aunt Kathy sniffed the air and went to our toilet. Who peed in here?

My brother and sister both looked at me, and I said with wide eyes I guess I did. Why do you ask, Maam?

You were told we do not have indoor plumbing?

Then why do you have a toilet? Sunny asked, adding Maam at the end as an afterthought.

Get yourself to the bath. I will talk with Uncle Monty about this. As usual our brother waited for us to leave and milked himself before joining us.

I had grown accustomed to wiping myself after I peed, and naturally after I shit. The idea of hygenic and clean to these people was so totally different. They would rather use ice cold lake to water wash away any filth. It was very strange. Apparently they thought that just because someone worked in the field and got caked in dirt from hard work and elbow grease as they liked to say, they didnt seem to think that needed to be cleaned off, except at bath time/ And then it seemed it was just so they could go out and work in the fields and apply a new coat of the stuff. But then, when I wiped myself, didnt I just come back to the toilet a while later and apply a new coat of piss or shit to be wiped away? Like I said, it was strange and made me think strange thoughts.

That day went pretty much like the last, except now we had grown a little more accustomed to it.

At mid-day, Uncle Monty called to my sister and I to come inside from where we were in the back washing Big Red in a tub of water, drawn from the lake. We had just been asking ourselves why he got a bathtub and we didnt?

Its time to witness your punishment. I really hate to do this, but you were told that we had no indoor plumbing. Now kindly remove your overalls, Violet.

What? I said, shocked

Without a word Sunny popped the pin to the back of my jean overalls and let fly a wallop of the tiny stick switch against my butt cheeks. It stung, and I clenched my ass cheeks but I didnt say a word, I was too shocked. She handed the thin reed to Klaus who laid a rather hard strike to my butt, and I couldnt help but gasp! I knew better than to shout at either of them though, they had been told to do it.

I am sorry about that, Sir, but I wasnt told of any punishments? I said directly to my uncle, afraid to make eye contact with him.

We are a loving sort. We dont like to do things the traditional way all the time. But youve given me no choice. Your Aunt spent half an hour this morning away from her normal chores, pumping your piss out of the toilet.

I began to slip out of my overalls, and put them aside, in bewilderment.

It is customary in our house, for punishment that you stand with your eyes cast down but your head up, and confess your sin. Everyone shall witness your apology to my wife.

I put my hands behind my back and said Maam, I am very sorry, I didnt realize it was a sin to use the toilet. It was an accident.

You seem truly sorry for what you did. What punishment do you think you should accept for it? Aunt Kathy was serious at the moment.

Um, I do not know. Do I have choices, Maam? I had no idea what to say.

I believe 10 across the bottom shall suffice her My Aunt said to my Uncle.

So generous. Do you believe you will learn your lesson if only 10 switches are applied to your backside, girl? he asked me.

I guess I have no choice, sir?

Thats not an answer to a yes or no question. I shall add two more strokes for that. Do you have any more sins to confess at this time? Remember that if you confess them and unburden yourself before we discover them, then you shall receive less punishment.

Oh no, nothing! Sir I added, trying to remember to add Sir to everything. Twice I had already called Aunt Kathy, Sir, on accident this day.

I do not believe you. Women are always up to something wicked. Its just a matter of determining what. But in absence of any evidence, I will give you the benefit of the doubt. He said seriously. Now assume the position. Bend your knees and reach for your toes. Keep your head down and face your butt towards me.

I did so begrudgingly and he commented as if measuring up a horse for sale Oh my, look at the holes on this one. Have you checked their hymens to see if they are still virgins? You do realize the sanctity of that, dont you, Miss Violet? he said as the first strike came across my backside.

They discussed it, while he proceeded to stripe my asscheeks with his switch. In no way was it like the love taps my sister and brother had given me the few times I had forgotten to use the proper form of address.

I had to grip my knees, and bite down hard not to flinch and protect myself. As this was the first time I had ever bent over and accepted any kind of real punishment, I cannot accurately depict the shame and embarrassment to you. Each soul biting strike across the ass was done in a rhythm where the next was worse than the last. Eyes as red as my butt cheeks, I began to sob but I would not cry.

When he was done, he simply said I am so sorry to have had to do that. Please allow me to be more merciful in the future by not forcing us to punish you. I would prefer not to, but its for your own good. We must punish you if there is any hope for your salvation. He seemed genuinely concerned and asked his wife to tend to me. Dry your eyes in your room, girl. Go and your aunt will come for you shortly. I ran out of the room quickly.

Klaus asked where we WERE supposed to use the bathroom. Uncle Monty laughed and said Boy, you are just like your sister, Sunny, with questions that should be plainly obvious. Seeing that none of them registered understanding Uncle Monty explained about the outhouse that was 20 feet from the house. Klaus made immediately for it, putting on a face pretending to be suddenly in need of the toilet once he found out where it was. Everyone present had a quick chuckle at Klauss joke.

Aunt Kathy came to my room in a few moments and put a soothing ointment on my bare butt. By now, having to stay naked and laying on the bed, wasnt such a shocker as it once was. Face down on our mattress; I let her take her time rubbing it into the muscles of my sore butt.

Later that night, she had my sister and I bend over, so that she could check our Maidenhead as she called it. At least she didnt do it in front of the men. Sunny had the audacity to say Why not let Klaus see thisMaam? as our aunts meaty fingers probed our tender and tiny pussies. She had a tendency to pause before adding Maam and Sir, as a form of denying their authority. I am sure the question was more based out of sarcasm, as if to say, he had seen so much so far, so why not?

Because men are easily tempted, and too great a display of your lewdness will inspire them to evil. Which is perhaps the great flaw in the plan, for the only way to shed womenfolk of excess pride, is to have them be humbled in a manner that befits their crime.

What are you talking about, Maam and would it alright if I farted just now? She smiled impishly.

Girl, you are certainly pushing my patience. Your dark hair and manner is clearly a show. Fart now in my face while I examine you and you shall wish that you hadnt when I return the favor.

Point taken.

You girls are intact she said and added But, Violet, I am afraid you need to be shaven, you are far too hairy, and I believe it makes both of the men aroused. It is unfair to tempt them so.

The men? I asked, adding maam at the end and not busting on Sunny for not having said it, considering we were both right now on or knees with our butts in the air being probed by our Aunt, I thought it prudent. Surely, you do not mean Klaus is a man.

In the eyes of the church he is. Formally speaking, in our church, Klaus will be a man at his next birthday. But that is a minor technicality. He is certainly a functional man now. He could even take a wife, as you could a husband. Although you are far too wicked and naïve to the ways of the scripture, to make a very good wife. Besides, you need to fill out some, youve neither the breasts nor the ass She gave me a friendly slap on each to emphasize her point to bear many children, now come on

She got a bucket of water, and proceeded to have me spread myself in our room on a towel. I knew by now, it really made no difference to whine and hesitate, but I did so anyway.

As we were both still naked from the inspection, and she had already rubbed me in the darkest places, I didnt make much fuss. This is what we can use a towel for, just so you know, good Violet. Using a straight razor with gentle precision, she lifted up a lip with her fingers and began to shave me. She smiled and said nothing when she noticed I was aroused. Best not let Uncle see you with hard nipples and flushed face, girl or you may be punished! she warned.

I could say that the straight razor scared me. Ive been told it does many. But in the hands of my Aunt, who seemed so much wiser than I, it was not at all as unpleasant as you might think. It was a bit the way you might feel on a small amusement park ride, you get a slight rush from it, but its very safe. .

I tried not to breathe as she continued to shear the hairs down to the smooth skin of my body. Tell me again, how being able to see more of my vagina is going to seem less provocative to the men, maam? I asked, trying not to dwell on the last thing she said.

Because that hair, represents the mystery of an adult woman, and by keeping it shaven it shows you to be humble, and more like the girl you really are, not a woman. While we keep to simple, uncomplicated ways, we are neither stupid nor ignorant, girl. Pubic hair catches and preserves the natural scents your body makes. Those scents have a very powerful effect upon males. Shaving you makes it easier for you to be scent-free, therefore less provocative and adult in appearance.

When she had finished, she slapped a washcloth on my bare pussy, and said Alright, turn over and let me get the hairs in your crack, and then I will cut your sisters braids off, they are too heavy and overly long.

Sunny nearly cried, but in the end, she and I were both shorn--her long hair, and my pussy and ass. Sunny was lucky and pronounced hairless by Aunt Kathy. My pussy still red from the shaving, I was told to come and show the men. Before, I could think to offer a reason why not, Aunt Kathy dragged me by the hand up from the floor and out into the living room with Sunny following.

When we got downstairs, Uncle Monty and Klaus were sitting in the living room talking and joking. They looked up good naturedly at us three coming down the hall, with the two of us girls nude. Aunt Kathy announced Ta-da, she is back to being a girl, what do you think husband? as she presented us both, Sunny with her short hair and me with my bald pussy as if for inspection. I got a queasy feeling in my stomach, how did I get to this point?

A smile crept on Uncles face then faded as he looked at me, turning serious. Turn around girl, and let me see your bottom. I turned around as I was told without saying a word. Bend over and hold your cheeks apart. I need to see your bottom, not your butt cheeks, Violet.

I rolled my own eyes in a style my sister had perfected, but he did not see as I was facing away. I did as I was told, realizing that my butthole would be on full display to both him and Klaus.

You are such a modest girl! You have nothing I have never seen. Do you think that your little hole will tempt me or teach me some secret that I do not already know about womankind? NowKathy did you notice this? He said as if he discovered something wretched hanging from me.

Kathy responded matter-of-factly Yes, and I warned her that if she became aroused during the shaving, that clearly her mind was on wicked thoughts and to she stopped herself.

Kathy, did you tell her not to let me catch her?

Yes Sir, I did. Kathy said. I could almost hear her swallow anxiously.

Kathy, if not for your station in this household I would have you join this lass, you know that the proper response is to have her confess, if not immediately, then at her next correction.

I am sorry, husband, Ive also told Klaus to milk himself, rather than face punishment at your hands. She admitted.

Tonight, we will speak of this at length. For now, you may stand up He addressed me Violet, look at me.

I cast my eyes upon him and he said You may not understand this, but you were aroused by what happened to you. In women the sign is a quickened pulse, goosebumps, engorged and moistened sexual organs, blushing cheeks. Have you ever felt like that when you saw a handsome boy, a crush?

Yes Sir I admitted.

Well, in the future, if you feel this way, you should confess it to me immediately. If I am not about then as soon as possible, or at your next confession, or else I shall punish you more severely for the time that passes. For this time, you must stand in the corner for an hour while we have Bible Study.

My mouth dropped open in shock. He wanted me to stand in the corner naked, for something outside of my control? A natural physical reaction.

I can see that you think I was too lenient for your wicked thoughts, and you stand here waiting for more punishment? Uncle Monty hinted that I should make haste.

Aunt Kathy was silent for the rest of the night, except to point out that proper form was to stand up straight, put nose, elbows, and toes pressed to the corner of the wall, and to keep both hands on my asscheeks lest I be tempted to touch myself. Nose, Elbows and Toes became the rhyme to remember.


Uncle Monty came over and pointed to some of the items hanging on the wall. They were mostly pieces of needlework called cross-stitch, apparently crafted by Aunt Kathy, by which pictures and words could be made on a piece of cloth, with each little crossed stitch acting much like a pixel in modern computer art.

You may for now study these two nearest you. You should memorize them. Once you have done that, turn your face back to the wall and contemplate the lessons contained therein. Thereby may your soul may be improved and then your punishment may also be your salvation. That is the real point of any punishment, dear Violet, to educate and elevate the soul, to bring it out of the mire of sin and allow it to become clean in the sight of God.

Dutifully I examined the one to my left. Wives submit yourselves unto your husbands, even as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church; and he is the savior of the body. Therefore, as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing. The Book of Common Prayer It was signed in cross-stitch Kathy Baudelaire. Ok, that one would definitely take some thought!

I turned to my right and read, Thou sparest when we deserve punishment, and in Thy wrath thinkest upon mercy. The Book of Common Prayer. Again it was signed Kathy Baudelaire.

The first was clear enough, though quite disturbing. The second as obscure as the first was clear, and yet I found the second more unsettling still, even though I did not understand it.

After half an hour or so of agonizing waiting, while I listened to Uncle Monty read the word of God at their table to the others, he stopped and began discussing me.

In the future, if either of you shall notice your sister in the state that I just described, I shall trust you, as I do with Kathy, to immediately give her one hour in the nearest corner, if its in the field, then you will have to make do with what nature provides. Tell me about it as soon as you can, for if you are with her and it is discovered you said nothing, then you will be just as guilty.

Sunny said Oh my God! in shock

Sunny! Join your sister. Thou shalt not take the Lords name in vain! Sunny hadnt had time to dress, and they had done their study with her in full nude. The same shall go for you, you are not too young, to feel the tendency for wicked thought, and I think the city life has unnaturally provided you far too much worldliness, girl.

I could not hear what they were saying, but as I told you earlier I had learned to read lips quite well. Since their backs were turned, and attention from us, I used the time to sneak a look at what was going on using a strategically placed mirror on the wall. I could barely see what they were saying at the table in hushed tones. I must admit, it was not for curiosity, but a general growing paranoia that this was all designed to humiliate me primarily, as both Sunny and Klaus seemed to have had a better time of it so far.

Now as to you, Klaus. Now that your sisters have been tended toI am a fair man. There are some in the family who would naturally see that the wicked thoughts that cause your arousal when you are not in the act of procreation are caused by your close proximity to females.

And I am of the tendency to agree in some respects, especially before your sister was shaved, did I at a few times wonder if my own resolve was staunch enough. But thankfully the Good Book and your aunt, lead me from temptation and to the path of righteousness. In the book, I learn how to avoid sin, and in your aunt, I am able to be removed of the poisons that infect the male organ from such temptation.

Klaus had no idea what he was talking about, at the time.

Still, I had no idea you were milking yourself. You are far too young to take a wife, and certainly too green in your knowledge of women.

Kathy volunteered I can train him.

I am sure you would like to do that. But that is not fitting as his aunt and my wife. No, no. I think for the time being, it is best that he does milk himself as long as he admits to us that he is doing it. I must be informed though, do you understand, Kathy?

Yes, sir she said with her eyes cast down. Then she said so softly that only Uncle Monty could have heard, but I read her lips, Yes, my love.

As to a type of punishment, for you, I must admit I am not sure if you should share your sisters fate, or if I should create something special for you. When the girls are done, I will ask that you be ready to demonstrate your state of arousal for purposes of education. You shall not be punished for this demonstration.

True to form, at precisely an hour, he let me stop standing in the corner and Sunny also, even though she had had less time on the wall than I. He explained again about the system of keeping each other in line by sending either of us to the corner.

What if they are wrong, and its not arousal? Sunny said, ever the rules lawyer.

You must be sure, to that end, feel free to ask them to bend at the waist as I had your sister do, and smell. I believe you will be able to tell from the odor of moisture and the redness of the lips.

But what if they are wrong and just making it up to punish us? Sunny clearly had a point.

Uncle Monty quoted scripture as if this answered the question sufficiently saying From the Book of Nephi, And men are instructed sufficiently that they know good from evil. And the law is given unto men. And by the law no flesh is justified. He saw the blank look on our faces and continued, shaking his head.

Then, I shall note that there seems to be an increase in punishments when I am not around, more than might be expected, and your punisher shall wish that they were not caught in such dishonesty. I would only punish you out of love for you and a desire to see you corrected, so that your soul might improve, not to entertain a wicked heart. Please never think that, dear girl.

So to your brother, then. Boy, will you present yourself by removing your overalls?

It was Klauss turn to strip, and in short order he stepped out of the denim coveralls of the day and set them down. His slender cock at full mast and aroused.

This girls, is a fully aroused cock. I understand you passed up a chance to learn about this the way most Mormon women do, in lessons from your aunt with one of the farm animals. He reminded us of the time we passed on watching her wash the horses cock on the first day.

As you can see, even though Klaus has yet to reach his full growth in size as a man, his cock is already fully developed and full of seed, which is used to plant in the woman, to make children when married.

Understand so far?

We nodded.

Good, well as the Good Lord intended, this is perfectly natural. Except in cases where there is no procreation to take place. Clearly this is a sign of wicked thoughts bringing forth poison into the male organ. Removing this poison from him will ease his mind of these thoughts.

So, he has been milking himself each morning. And as he has shared your bed, and seen you naked, it is my belief that in part, you are indeed responsible for his condition.

But, like as I would to order you to aid him to milk it, I suspect that will only encourage him, and therefore he will continue to do so alone. Only he must inform me from now on, just as you two girls shall.

Klaus, the old scripture, Behold, he offereth himself a sacrifice for sin, to answer the ends of the law, unto all those who have a broken heart and a contrite spirit; and unto none else can the ends of the law be answered. Seems applicable here, its in the same book.

Klaus stood there, his cock not wavering.

As you can see, even biblical scripture does not cause it to waver. And if he tried, he could not stand nose, elbows and toes to the corner in this state. So you shall order him to milk himself in his mason jar shall it be present. And afterwards he must spend one hour in the corner, hands definitely where they can be seen, on the butt.

This may seem like a stupid question Sunny asks.

No question is stupid. Ask, Sunny.

Well, it sounds like you want us to strip our clothes off and stand in the corner. We cant just do it clothed?

That is correct. It would not have the same effect.

So how do I know that they are aroused with their clothes on, before they remove them?

Uncle seemed to think for a moment, and sagely noted You do indeed ask a clever question. If in your desire to see that your brother or sister are truly not overcome with wicked arousal, and its within the house or the farm and no elder is present to come to for mediation, then you may tell them to disrobe, so that you may inspect them. However, if the purpose of your order is to amuse yourself by humbling them, then I shall be forced to humble you further. Is that understood? He looked at us all three and we nodded yes. Then he excused us for the night.

The next morning, I looked down with curiosity at my reflection in the little puddle of water gathering under me during my morning bath. The marks from my switching the afternoon before were almost gone already. They were just faint red lines in a broader pinkish hue to my butt. I was only bruised a little at the ends of each line. Uncle Monty had used the same light switch on me that we used on each other. For adults, namely Aunt Kathy, he used much harsher instruments of chastisement.

In the dim water, I could not really make out any great detail, not that I really care that much about the female anatomy, even my own. Still, my shorn state was of some interest. I noticed an odd kind of mottling to the skin, like goosebumps, in a very regular pattern where I had been shaved, especially around the outer lips. A few days later, while Sunny and I were plucking chickens for dinner, I realized with a start that the pattern I was seeing on the dead plucked chicken skin was very similar to the pattern on my freshly shaven vulva.

The only time that we thought to use this new found power to chastise each other, came when we were all three sitting around idly at the pond. Sunny said in a mock genteel, southern accent Brother dear, I suggest you come up out of those overalls, for I fear you may have the wickedness upon you.

And I said Well, Sister Dear, you must have the wickedness upon thee, to think that your brother shall be wicked, so you must come up out of those clothes that we may see if you are aroused so that you can properly admit to it.

Klaus laughed and said Haha, forget that you two! Lets promise not to enforce these crazy rules when no one is around?

Yeah we all three agreed. While we had been raised to believe in God and all, most of the things that we were being taught about wickedness, salvation, humility and suffering were all new to us. And we werent buying into any of it.

For the next few days, it was life pretty much as I described the first few days. We began to grow more and more familiar with their ways and accustomed to seeing each other in what could only be seen as humiliating ways by the standards in which we were raised up to this point.

Our schooling we were told was in the ways of the local county, which had no public school. As a rural area of primarily Mormons, they believed in home schooling, and education in the church on the Sabbath. So we spent some time in the study of various text books from the 1960s with pages missing, and the Book of Mormon.

On Sunday, we were dressed in homespun dresses of blue and pink, with white shoes. The men wore suits. The preacher spoke of Hell and Brimstone, and for such a loving group of peaceful people, I found it strange they were so focused on teachings about the punishment of the wicked.

We had enough education to be respectful of everyone and mind our manners, but we were still initially treated to dirty looks and ignored. Our uncle and aunt noticed that we were being treated like outsiders, so they made us feel as if we were part of the community and introduced us around. They took us to a nice sunny picnic by a lake after church and we played and laughed with sack races, potato salad, and sunshine. Kids can be cruel to each other, but when there is fun to be had, they frequently forget such pettiness, for a while.

When we got home that night, unlike the weekday evenings, we were told to remove our Sunday best at the door and to get on all fours in the front room. Trying not to sigh, we gave a Yes Maam as Aunt Kathy disappeared into the kitchen and Uncle Monty sat down in his chair to read the Bible, not taking notice of us slipping out of our clothes and setting them folded on the ground.

Kneeling so that our faces were towards Uncle Monty, I felt my aunts finger touch my asshole with some cold cream. I immediately jerked my head around to look at her and she forced it back to look straight ahead. She applied the same cream to my brother and sister.

We said not a word, as I was the first to take the enema tube in my asshole. It went in and I could immediately feel the warm water rushing into my bowels. My eyes stretched open wide and Uncle Monty, looking up from his reading, couldnt help but laugh at the shock on my face.

Oh fret not, girl. All good Christians take this once a week at the very least. Aunt Kathy said as I waited for it to fill my backside and do its work, she pushed my head towards the living room carpet, so that my ass was lifted higher.

Youve done a good job of staying clean, I will have to remember to shave you again soon. Youve no need to keep your head up, so push your udders (Her word for breasts or tits) to the carpet and have the nubs just drag there. When you get to be my size, thats not far to go She laughed and in a moment there was an audible pop and she said Okay, all done, Ive got to go fill it up again and clean it off for your sister. I need you to stick a finger in there for me.

A finger?

Yes, dear, lest you leak on our carpet, in which case you realize your weekly constitutional will be done outdoors so that you are closer to the outhouse to dump your excess.

Its alright, it is not wicked. Go ahead and do it, for my wife and I, all we have ever needed is one enema bladder Uncle said For only one receives while the other gives. However, in the case of you three, the providence of necessity requires ingenuity

I got an eyeful of the metal pump, not unlike a turkey baster with a rubber bladder and a long tube behind it. My aunt had an almost perverse smile on her face as she pumped my brothers ass next and he made a Hunph sound as the warm water filled his ass.

Cleaning it with a rag, and gently poking my youngest sister with it, she too made a desperate groan. By this time, my bowels were already raging to release. My Aunt noticed and said There, there..you must let it hold. To cleanse your body in this manner, you shall cleanse your soul as well. Open your soul to God.

I swear I almost laughed the water right out onto the carpet, when Sunny said Hole? (instead of soul) and the two adults looked at her grimly. My uncle went back to reading his book, while Aunt Kathy merely prodded her to take it more seriously.

When we were finally allowed to go release, we were sent outside. As Sunny was the youngest, even though she was the last to receive the cleansing, she was allowed to go first. She ran across the dark yard and by the time I was finally told to go release, I came upon the outhouse (still naked and barefoot in the moonlight), to see my brother doing the dance of someone dying to release. He was calling to his sister who said she wasnt finished yet, and couldnt find the toilet paper.

Ive been holding longer than you, let me go first.. I asked him pleadingly.

He turned to look at me, and without a word I heard a sloshing sound and saw him bend low on the lawn. After a moment, he said I suppose that would be quite alright, considering.. He had let go and the soupy contents of his butt had spilled out onto the yard.

When Sunny finally left the outhouse I too let go with a sudden explosion of warm water and shit into the bucket beneath. There was no way to save any modesty, as the ripping sound of my backwash hit the toilet.

There was also no toilet paper to be had. Now keep in mind, I had told you before that to these people their idea of clean and ours were a bit different. Going to bed with dirty fingernails and a coat of sweat on you from a hard days work was saintly to them, so going to bed with a dirty ass was really not any hardship as far as they were concerned, as long as it was washed off in the morning.

I walked back to their house with nothing on, the chafing of my own buttcheeks still a little greasy and slimy from their ordeal. There I saw that our brother was getting punished.

Sunny was also to receive a small whipping, apparently for complaining about there being no toilet paper. Both of them were standing with their hands behind their back and looking ahead. I couldnt help but kind of smile softly and sort of stand back watching, rather than be noticed and perhaps told to join for some punishment that I had accidentally earned.

My uncle walked up to both of them as if addressing condemned prisoners in his living room, and asked them if they both had anything additional to confess before he sentenced them. They declined but he said I find it difficult to believe, especially you, Sunny, that you have been up to no mischief at all, and that your ways are this pure, with so much education in front of you.

Pausing to allow them to speak, I could tell Sunny was tempted to make a sarcastic comment. Surprising me with her restraint she said nothing and Uncle continued Sunny for delaying your brothers release, and complaining that you lack the creature comforts of the city, you shall receive 20 switches. He paused perhaps to see if she whined, but she did not. Given that you are young and not fully formed to accept pain and punishment, I shall reduce that by half as much.

Klaus, as you were delayed by your sisters vanity in the toilet, then I ask you, would you suffer a punishment for releasing on the yard, or allow her to accept the punishment for you?

Klaus being scared, I expected him to say that he would let Sunny take the punishment. However, we were closer than ever due to this strange new circumstance over the past week, and he said I will accept the punishment for whatever I did.

Well done, Klaus, then you shall receive a second enema while I switch your sister.

Ahh, Violet, back and without a complaint. Take this bucket and scoop and dump your brothers waste into the outhouse, for us? Aunt Kathy startled me. I saw that it was an opportunity to refuse and be punished. So I took the bucket and said Yes Maam to my aunt. Then with a slight half curtsy, and with my slimy butt still uncovered and bare, went out to the site of my brothers waste in the dark and began the work of trying to dig it all up. I put dirt and all in the bucket.

When I returned my sister was crying and in a ball, her ass was striped red more than 10 times. Uncle was standing over her, trying to calm her down, saying that if she resists and does not accept her punishment that clearly she must not be cured of the sin it attempts to rid her of, and must be done more times. She was bawling uncontrollably and you could tell that my Uncles gentle side was trying in his strange way to comfort her.

Meanwhile, my brother had apparently become erect and aroused when the enema tube touched his asshole the last time. A Sign he was told of homosexuality, which due to his fair skin and girlish features, he might be inclined to. My Uncle apparently warned him that he may be forced to break my brothers nose, just to diminish the chances of him becoming a fancy boy. He quoted Leviticus 18:22 "You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination."

It did nothing for my brothers erection, and apparently he was in our room milking himself before he would receive his second enema under the direction of my aunt. Klaus would end up staying up an hour after both Sunny and I had dressed for bed and gone to sleep.

When all was said and done, we went to bed with dirty asses and would not be allowed to clean them until the following mornings shower, which all of us did more vigorously than before.

On another lonely night, after a day of hard work and chores, I witnessed my Uncle make a phone call, the first of many. There was to be little to no talking between any of us during indoor chore times, so even if he wanted to be sneaky, we knew when Uncle Monty was on the phone.While washing dishes with my sister in the kitchen, I could make out my Uncles speaking on the phone. As I mentioned before that I was skilled at reading lips, a time or two this came in handy, and as phone calls were very rare in the house, I admit to being nosy.

He was arranging to get an extension from the bank for his farm loan. He was able to get it, because apparently our sizable trust fund paid dividends to our Guardians, and in a few months they should get a large sum of money. Farming didnt pay well. And since Uncle relied heavily on old fashioned techniques of farming, like ole fashioned elbow grease and muscle and donkey power to plow his small patches of farm, refusing to modernize meant he would eventually be completely unable to compete with big corporate run farms. In addition, he was simply too proud to go to the other members of the family for a loan.

He was pleased to get the extension, but immediately sent us to bed early and retired to his bedroom to talk with his wife. That night we heard the sound of the switch going off like firecrackers in their bedroom and loud gasps, sobs, and moans the like of which even the cows could not match coming from our aunt. We all giggled, because by now we had enough sense to know she must be getting a punishment for something significantly wicked.

As time passed and we became used to our routine on the farm, we were given freedom to wander around. Not to town mind you--if you can call a single drug store and a tavern much of a town-- but to explore the woods and land around the farm.

It wouldnt be much of a story if I didnt share with you some of the more interesting things that happened to us. I suppose one such event came one day a few weeks into our life on the farm. My sister and I had both chosen to swim in a pond on the edge of Uncles property.

As you may have guessed, by now we really didnt have any qualms or concerns about dropping our dirty overalls and jumping in naked and thrashing about and splashing. Sunny was still sarcastic and deeply cool but at rare times she showed her true age and would just be silly.

Then we noticed two boys come walking up to the lake, where our clothes were.

Sunny and I shouted Go away! Obviously I was scared. Sunny was less scared, a bit more rude and perturbed at their audacity to just come up on us unannounced. Get out of here, you rednecks.

The older of the two tipped his hat to us and said, Dont mind me, Maam, I am just here to feed the alligators.

I ran out of the water, without a moments thought. Sunny on the other hand caught on that they were kidding. Alligators in Utah? You stupid hillbillies.

Upon seeing me naked, the two boys called out Aww, she aint got no hair grabbed up our overalls before I could get to them, and shouted Little girl, little girlha ha, despite the fact that I was probably older than the oldest of the two boys.

They ran up a tree and called down Hey, you want your clothes back?

I stood there with my hands on my hips panting Yes, please? I said being polite. I thought I could do no worse than be polite.

Smells real nice the younger of the two was sniffing the crotches of the denim pants he had. Fraid to give em up.

Tell you what the older of the two boys announced. You come on out and Indian Wrestle me for em, and well give em back?

Indian Wrestle? What is that? I shouted up to him, folding my arms across my chest.

We both lay on the ground, put our legs next to each other, and whoever can pull the other persons leg down, wins.

What do I get if I win? I said.

They both laughed and said Well, I guess you get our clothes, sound good?

Having no choice really, I decided to nod my head. Sunny shouted Dont do it! but started to come out of the water.

The oldest boy dropped down after passing a pair of our overalls to the younger of the two. For his part, the older boy was a red-haired, freckled kid, kind of like Danny Partridge.

He quickly kicked off his boots and threw his jeans, underwear and shirt to my sister to hold for the duration of the bet.

Awkwardly we both faced each other and lay down on our backs. Ass cheek to ass cheek, we each raised our right leg and intertwined them. Now keep in mind, I was doing hard work all the time, and I had been active in our girls soccer team, playing at the private school I had attended before becoming an orphan.

Still, the boy was simply way too strong. He was playing with me to let me think I could win. Pulling my leg apart he got a good long look deep inside my pussy and then he whistled. At that moment, he broke my concentration and pulled my leg down with a sudden jerk.

I began to tremble as I got up, and looking at Sunny I said to him Please, this isnt fair. If we come back without our clothes, well get whipped for sure.

So would we the older boy said. Tell you what. Double or nothing, this time the pipsqueak against your pipsqueak? He meant to set Sunny against the smaller boy in the tree.

I can take him, sis. She said confidently.

We have nothing else to bet?

He put his hand on his chin, and looked at his flaccid cock Well, I am not ready to rule out all options.

I knew what he was talking about and so did Sunny and we said No way!

Okay, Okay. Tell you what, you are going to get punished if you go back as you are, right? We nodded and he continued Okay, she wins and you both get your clothes back, but if she loses we get to tie you up with your overalls and you walk back home with em on.

Yeah! the younger boy cheered from up in the tree and let us play with your titties for a little while, too!

No, I dont think so, get a good look. I said finding some courage and preparing to walk away. When I looked behind me, Sunny was already on the ground Lets do it. She had accepted the bet with tremendous confidence. So I turned back around.

It wasnt over as fast as it had been for me, and for Sunnys part she gave a tremendous effort. The younger boy was simply wiry and obviously practiced at this. When it was done the older of the two said Names Ezekial, but you can call me Zeke. Paul here is my younger brother. Paul can sometimes beat me Indian Wrasslin, so your friend here did purty good. Well, no sense in wastin time, stand back to back to each other.

Sighing we did as we were told, and the boys with their clothes still off from the contest, began to tear at our overalls with their pocket knives, cutting them into slender binds.

Our wrists and ankles were first to be tied, and with knots that neither of us could break. Before we were each gagged with what was apparently the seat of our overalls from the smell, they asked and got our names. They deduced we must be the new city girls and identified our uncles farm. Thats a good long hoof for you two Zeke said as he twisted my nipple and added, Tell you what, we can make a little loin cloth here for you, a belt and wrap around out of what we have left over, but you gotta let us follow you pulling on your nipples and slapping them titties.

They laughed and we shook our heads no as our mouths were gagged Paul, I think they agreed, didnt they? They didnt let us start off right away. They spent several minutes giving us a good once over. Feeling our tits and between our legs. Actually, most of that attention was lavished on me. Sunnys younger, less developed body did not interest them as much. And apparently she did not squirm as much when they would put a finger up between her legs and poke around the slit or rub around the clit. I certainly did squirm and turned really red while they were handling me. I tried to yell at them, but through the coverall crotch stuffed in my mouth, could get out nothing more than emphatic Nggh!s.

The older one was quite hard by the time they finally relented. Too bad you didnt agree to do it the other way. We could have had some fun. But you chose a whuppin, so I hope its a goodun!

Look, Paul, shes gettin wet! Zeke held up a moist finger and Paul sniffed eagerlyPaul was the one sniffing overall crotches earlier. Pauls face lit up and his hand shot down between my legs. Only this time he didnt just rub me, one of his fingers started worming around inside me!

Stop that! Zeke shoved Paul away from me, hard enough to make him fall flat. Zeke towered over the smaller boy in a rage. You ruin her and Paw will be hiding you every day for a year and me too for lettin you do it!

Ruin her? Whaddya mean? Paul was near to crying from having the wind knocked out of him by his big brother.

Here, you grab that leg and Ill take this one and Ill show ya. They each grabbed one of my legs and forced me to stand with my legs at huge straddle while Zeke yanked one of my lips open and instructed Paul to do the same with the other one. Ya see that her hole aint really open all the way back in there? That little bit of gristle sort of going all around inside?

Yeah! Say, it shore is purty in there! Smells good too!

Pay attention boy! Now that little thing, thats her maidenhead. When she gets fucked the first time, that thing gets shredded and thats how you know shes a virgin, cause its still there. Shes what they call intact. Intact shes worth lots than if she warnt no virgin. Ifn you was to ruin her well, that would be a very bad thing. Bad for her and bad for the one that made her not a virgin no more. Mr. Baudelaire would have Paw before the church elders and demand payment. And Paw would have to pay. Then hed come home and whup it outta our hides.

Now you can ruin that thing with your finger or a stick ifn youre not careful. So dont go stickin stuff inside girls like that lessn you know its alright. You got that?

Yeah, Zeke. I got it.

Good. Well, we better send these two on their way.

For the next ten minutes or so the boys followed us, as we walked slowly barefoot through the woods, trying to maintain step as our knees and thighs were also bound to each other. They would try to slide a piece of wood branch between my sister and I as we walked with our butt cheeks to one another, I with my shoulders stooped as I was a might bit taller.

They pulled our hair and our breasts with rough little hands, threw dirt clods at us and laughed. Eventually, they got bored, when we reached a clearing and saw our house in the distance on a hill.

Well girls, maybe well see you again.. and they left us to make that slow walk back to our place in broad daylight.

By the time we got back, our bodies were coated in a sheen of sweat. Uncle and Klaus were walking back to the house as we approached and Aunt Kathy was outside with her arms on her hips. We knew we were in for it.

Uncle surprised us by just laughing Oh my, what serpent in a tree did come down and tempt you to be bound so? And my aunt followed suit, laughing heartily.

How right he was, but it was two serpents in a tree! When he pulled the gag from our mouths, he asked us Do you wish to remain bound this way? before I could say it, Sunny said incredulously NO! as if she couldnt even believe the question was to be asked. I have to admit neither could I. Who would want to be bound up and forced to walk out in the open this way? I asked.

Uncle said nothing, but became serious As your aunt unties your binds, perhaps you can explain the story to me?

As we told him what had happened, and left nothing out, swearing we had nothing left to confess, Uncle said I am indeed perplexed at your salvation. You have engaged in gambling, and in laziness for your chores. By losing the overalls that did not belong to you, you actually stole from me, and these are ruined now--perfectly good overalls!

You say they fingered you? he asked me sharply.

I blushed. Yes, sir

Kathy!

Aunt Kathy came up to Sunny and I, Ok, inside girls, I need to check you both again.

No, do it here. If they can show themselves to boys they dont even know, they certainly cant claim modesty now. Besides, Klaus is getting of the age that he needs to know these things.

There followed about five minutes of total mortification with Sunny and I both red and crying from shame as Kathy both inspected us and explained to Klaus, using our bodies as teaching tools, just what a hymen or maidenhead was and looked like. Aunt Kathy included the same ominous comments Zeke had made about how we were more valuable with our hymens intact! It made me think about getting a broom handle and doing the job myself just to show them what I thought of my value! But while I was that mad, I wasnt that brave.

Finally, Aunt Kathy was done with us and let us stand up straight again. She pronounced us intact and turned us back over to Uncle Monty. Her pronouncement was quite unnecessary considering both the lecture she had been giving Klaus using our hymens as examples and that Uncle Monty had been looking on over their shoulders during the whole thing. Uncle Monty addressed us now, pointedly ignoring our tears and red faces.

I think perhaps I should take you to the preacher, who knows more on these things than I, for this is a problem I cannot solve with simple punishment and the rod. Do you agree, Kathy?

In this, I defer to you as head of our household in all ways of the church. Even though Aunt Kathy was every bit, if not more so, learned in the various scriptures, she was adamant that she should be second to her husband in the household, especially in matters of religion. In fact, while Monty was no Forrest Gump, he was not very sharp either. Aunt Kathy was much brighter than he was, although she would never have admitted to that.

Girls, it is imperative he stood before us fully clothed, while we trembled in the nude in the hot day in his yard, That you be willing to accept your punishment and to seek out punishment for such sins, to avoid succumbing to the temptation to perform them again. I must be convinced you are penitent and truly seek to be forgiven of them. If you deny your need for punishment, then the punishment must be increased until you accept that it was what you needed. He asked Do you both understand?

Yes Sir we replied, although in truth and I am sure Sunny was wondering this too, this seemed like a Catch-22. We would be punished until we thought we should be punished more? It didnt make sense, unless he just expected us to say that to be forgiven, was my guess.

Klaus, given your understanding of the scripture, I shall let you make the choice then. Shall I punish these two naughty girls, or let them forget what they have done and make no more mention of it?

Klaus suddenly put on the spot, said in a shocked voice Clearly, I dont have enough training to make that decision, Sir

Unless you wish to join your sisters in whatever is meted out to them Uncle paused slowly, after seeing us resume the attention stance with hands behind our back. I suggest you focus on the question. I did not ask if you had sufficient training, but given the training that you do have, what you thought their fate shall be.

Given that you admit your own shortcomings though, I must say I am impressed, Klaus. I would have most likely ignored your advice had you offered it freely when first asked, and only given you a lesson in why I had to do so. Uncle paused for a moment Ill let you make the choice then, and whatever you shall decide shall be their fate, for you are growing into a man and one day may have to make a decision unto your daughters or wives, if they should fall to wickedness. Do you understand, Klaus?

Yes, Sir he said, seeming to be in deep thought

Your sisters can be forgiven, The first of the three choices is that they will be allowed to put on fresh overalls and not whipped. Nor will there be any further mention of this incident. The next choice is that Violet will be whipped with a branch 50 times and half again as much for Sunny under the same stipulations as the first choice. The last choice is that they shall be kept without clothes until next Sunday morning and struck if they should make to cover themselves in any small way. In all three choices, their souls shall attain salvation. Nor shall they be allowed to swim in that lake again without my supervision or permission.

Klaus thought silently for a moment and asked us both Sunny, what do you think I should pick?

She said I..I think the first choice sounded good.

I was asked and said I defer to you, my brother hoping that taking Aunt Kathys position in this was wise.

Uncle nodded his head sagely and said Choose now boy, before we all stand here past the supper hour.

Well, as you said they must receive punishment if they are to learn from their mistake, and of the two, nude for a week seems like it will most teach them the value of their clothes?

Good boy, although I would have given bonus points if you had said both the switch and the clothes. Turning to address us You heard King Solomon here. You shall not make to cover yourself and shall admit it in confessional nightly to be switched for it. In addition, your aunt will have you say prayers at morning, afternoon and night to pray for humility. We couldnt believe that this week we werent allowed any clothes at all. For the next hour, I want you two girls to stand here at the clothesline, holding your arms out up to the line and remain still and contemplate your sins. Still red-faced from embarrassment and anger, we did as we were told. When we were in position, Uncle Monty grunted in satisfaction, said to Klaus, Meet me back in the fields in half an hour. and stalked off towards the barn, Aunt Kathy trailing after him. Klaus looked at us soulfully for a few seconds after, then he turned away too and headed towards the house.

A few minutes later, I was startled to hear Sunny swear, Those assholes!

Shh, Sunny. They will hear you!

No, they wont. Dont you get it?

Get what?

Why they all went away. They went to have sex or jack off or whatever. They got all hot looking at our insides and now theyre all fornicating over what they saw, even our own brother! Its just too much! Those bastards!...

And there was some more colorful swearing after that. I have to admit I had been too wrapped up in my own misery. I had not really thought about it. Although the bulges in my uncles and brothers pants had been obvious, even through the thick, baggy overalls.

A while later we saw Klaus come out of the house, accompanied by more, but quieter, swearing by Sunny, as he made his way out to the fields. And then Uncle Monty came out of the barn and went off the same way. A while later, Aunt Kathy came out of the barn, still brushing straw from her hair and clothes, with a smug little smile. She ignored us and went into the house, then came out again shortly and came to us.

Ok, girls. Thats enough time just standing there. Theres chores yet to do!

There was no getting used to working outdoors this way. We also soon discovered that naked meant no blankets when we slept and no closing the outhouse door. Aunt Kathy told us that we were lucky to not be required to pee on the lawn.

As the week went on, our brother made to milk himself more frequently. The sight of us bouncing around and wriggling as we worked at the chores, or cleaned the floor on hands and knees with scrub brush had its affect on his hormones even though we were related.

Aunt Kathy asked Sunny and I both if we touched ourselves. We both said no. If you are caught touching yourself while you are kept in this manner, you can expect a severe switching. That week we did get switched a few times, mostly for forgetting the rules and covering ourselves with a hand or arm by instinct.

Towards the end of the week, we were told that Klaus was milking himself more frequently and perhaps due to our influence on him. That our chastisement was bringing him to a state of wicked thoughts, and as a result for the last two nights Sunny and I were to sleep in the barn.

We kind of felt betrayed by Klaus. After all, it was his wicked thoughts and our suffering, and yet we had to sleep outside in the barn? The barn itself was fairly clean, although it smelled of horse manure. We had a big pile of hay next to a supply of dried and shucked corn cobs. We took our meals outside on tin plates, and neither of us spoke much during the time we spent out there, least of all to Klaus.

We spent two nights in the barn, but kept to our chores during the day. On the day of church, we were allowed to dress and they even stopped at a Whataburger on the way home, to allow us some French fries and cheeseburgers and sodee-pop as Uncle Monty was fond of calling it. A rare treat indeed. They acted as if nothing had happened at all over the last week while we ate, and even laughed and joked.

I would later discover that my Aunt spent seven full days and nights a month in the barn, because it was written that "When a woman has her menstrual flow, she shall be in a state of impurity for seven days. (Leviticus 15:19). Whoever touches any article of furniture on which she was sitting, shall wash his garments, bathe in water, and be unclean until evening.

So they told me that it was customary for her to spend this time naked in the barn and without any furniture, and only straw as a comfort. No furniture. As my period cycled about the same time as her, I too was to spend the time with her. My flow only lasted for a few days and was very light, but the scripture was clear, seven days, and so it was.

While I was out there with my Aunt, I got to understand her a little better. She was also naked for the first time in front of me. As Klaus and Sunny had to come to the barn during the daytime, they also saw us both naked. Aunt Kathy made no attempts to hide herself. She had gigantic breasts that hung down like fat ripe watermelons with nipples the size of a flapjack pancake and as brown as the dirt on the barn floor. Her buttcheeks were overly round and large, and there was the healed over stripes of scars from many whippings with something far more severe than the switch my siblings and I received. There were similar marks, but many fewer and lighter upon the rest of her body, especially those huge breasts and around the insides of her thighs.

Her ass seemed to hang apart at its center, so that it made a flip-flop sound as she walked and exposed her dark brown asshole. I wondered if mine could be seen that way when I simply walked, but I dared not ask Aunt Kathy for fear of embarrassing her.

Her pussy hair was thick and dark like a small bush. She taught me to shave it and her legs while we had nothing but time in the damp cool barn over the week. Her pussy was a lot fleshier than mine. The inner lips seemed really big to me, sticking way out even when she was relatively closed and dry. They were also quite dark, more like a dark wine in color than the bright pink of my own or Sunnys slits. Also when I shaved her I noticed that the area at the top, around her clit was very red and swollen. I had no idea at the time what had caused that.

She said that she had to be shaved as a concession since it was unfair to Klaus that he be subjected to the sight of a full grown womans pubic hair. I thought that it exposed more of her pussy and it seemed a silly theory to me, but I later learned that on Japanese cartoons all nudity was legal as long as the character had no pubic hair, so the tradition must be fairly universal.

Sunny usually brought us out food on the tin plates. The food was terrible, burnt or undercooked, as apparently she or Uncle Monty was cooking and they werent so good at it. In the morning we had cold oatmeal. Sunny was not to touch us, although we could touch each other.

There was no bathing, and we used the hay to pee or shit, just as the animals would, except wed walk over and squat down when no one was looking and do it. We would wipe with the padding we had brought for our monthly cycle, which would be burned in a garbage fire afterwards to purge it.

We would sit in the barn and watch the house together, noting the house lights turning off one by one, as a sign that it was time for us to sleep as well.

One of the nights I was in there with her that first time, I was fast asleep in one of the wooden stalls when I heard sounds, and saw a lamp light switch on. I crept open one eye and spied through the wooden slats to see that my uncle had come to the barn.

Oh no, you cant come here with her in here. Shell wake up Aunt Kathy pleaded

Shut up woman, I am in my cups and Ive been led to temptation, if I do not satisfy myself this night, then I am bound to be unjust in my treatment of our wards. His slurred words sounded like he might be drunk. I wasnt sure what in my cups meant, but it probably had to do with that.

She took up a position to be spanked, without another word and he laid into her with a thunderous crack of a thick paddle and after each she said Thank you Husband for your discipline and after twenty full on the ass, he turned her onto her back and slapped her about her fat, bulbous breasts before turning her over onto her front again. She reached back and held her cheeks wide, my uncle kneeling behind to fuck her in the ass. Later in life I would wonder at the irony of fucking a woman in the ass because her pussy was unclean.

While I was at that time a true virgin, there was no doubt what was happening here. My view of my uncles rod going in and out of her asshole was all too clear for any ambiguity. I found the whole thing thoroughly gross and disgusting. And yetI found myself oddly aroused by what I was seeing, and curious.

He began to fuck her roughly and choke her with his hands around her neck. She reared back against him. I dont know if she was straining for air or simply trying to bring him off quicker. When he was spent, after about 10 minutes of rough fucking, he collapsed on top of her back, making her collapse onto the dirt. Then he rolled off her and pulled her to him for a warm embrace. That really puzzled me. He had been so rough with her and yet, here they were now, both of them being sweet and loving after. Thank you, woman and kissed her deeply. She returned his embrace as if the pain had been a pleasure to her. Then I was shocked again as I watched her head move down to his flaccid penis and take him into her mouth. She did not suck him long and shortly released him from her mouth and gave his cock a fond little pat.

I love you, husband.

He zipped up his pants and left without another word.

Then it hit me, she had cleaned him off with her mouth! His cock had been covered with her shit and his slime and she had cleaned it up so he could put it back in his pants without dirtying them!

Later that day in the barn, I asked my Aunt You seem to enjoy punishment?

Why do you say that foolishness, girl?

Well, you seem to be seeking it. If there is a chance to be punished, I notice that you seem to be willing to accept it no matter how strict or harsh, even to be punished alongside us, as he has warned you a few times. I think you want to be treated like that?

Girl, if I want to be punished, it is because I recognize that my soul is sinful and that no matter how small the infraction is, the punishment doesnt have to be proportioned to the weight of the sin for it to be just. It is enough that I suffer in this life, so that I do not suffer in the next.

She saw me listening intently and continued I was a wicked, wicked girl before I met your uncle. It was not him who first taught me the error of my ways. There is a place for runaways and unwed mothers that is run by the church. It was there that I learned the cure for my perverse nature is clean living and penitence.

I can see that you do not truly understand what I am saying girl, and I cannot find a way to make it any plainer to you. Let us both sit quietly in the shade of the barn and reflect in silence? she asked but I continued to ask.

I shall speak to your uncle about taking you there. It is a good example about avoiding excessive sin and masturbation or the disgrace of becoming an unwed mother. During my time of penitence there God touched my heart where it had been hardened by sin. I realized that only through asking for harsher punishment could I demonstrate that I truly was repentant and accepting of my fate as deemed by my elders.

How did you first get sent there? I asked meekly, thinking it sounded horrible, even without knowing what was inside.

My father sent me

That sounds ghastly! I exclaimed.

Hush your voice, child. Here we do not have the scriptures to call upon, but I know Exodus 21:7 well enough for it was a chant that I was made to recite while being whipped. She recalled from memory.

And if a man sell his daughter to be a maid-servant, she shall not go out as the men-servants do. If she please not her master, who hath betrothed her to himself, then shall he let her be redeemed: to sell her unto a strange nation he shall have no power, seeing he hath dealt deceitfully with her.. And if he have betrothed her unto his son, he shall deal with her after the manner of daughters. If he take him another wife; her food, her raiment, and her duty of marriage, shall he not diminish. And if he do not these three unto her, then shall she go out free without money.

And so it was, that it was decided when I repented that I be married to my brother, Montgomery, who accepted me as his wife and servant, and glad I was for it, for your uncle is a man of even temper and conviction, but he is gentle and loving as well. Now child, you tire me, sleep and speak no more for tonight.

I could not sleep at all, for fear that I would be wed to Klaus!

When our time was up from the barn, I found I had adjusted pretty well to the rigors of the household. I was rarely switched, adapted to the enemas and going to bed with a dirty butt. I even saw Klaus milk himself a few times, and I guess I had gotten used to it. At first it had caused me to raise an eyebrow and even suspect it might be a type of punishment until I saw the look of relief on his face after he spurted into the mason jar.

I also wondered what Aunt Kathy did with the jar when it was brought to her, but none of us dared to ask. I did ask Sunny if my ass cheeks parted and opened as I walked as Aunt Kathys did, and she told me no that it was tight enough for only a fart to squeak out by itself with effort. We started to laugh a lot more over time and when we could.

Over the next weeks, we felt a little more accepted by the townsfolk and even saw Zeke and Paul after church. They gave us a slight wink and not much else.

And the weeks turned to months. One Sunday shortly after my third week-long shift in the barn during my period, when we returned from church, we were given a treat after dinner. Aunt Kathy brought out little cupcakes to the table, one for each of us and one that our aunt and uncle shared, for they did not much care for sweets. Klauss cupcake had a single candle burning in it. We had no calendars there and had not realized that it was now early April and his birthday. We laughed at the realization, sang him Happy Birthday and waited for him to blow out his candle before scarfing down the rare treat. We were all grinning and laughing, but not our aunt and uncle. Kathy got up from the table when he was done with his cupcake and hugged him tightly, a tear coursing down her cheek.

It had taken a while, with all the strangeness and discipline, but we understood now that both Aunt Kathy and Uncle Montgomery were both very loving, trying to do what they thought best for us. Of all the guardians we had, I can say with complete certainty that they were the only ones to actually care about us. I am equally certain that this loving care sprang from the deep affection they had for each other. Their love for each other daily manifested. And yet, both were driven by dark passions that even now, so much older and worldly than I was then, I do not fully understand.

After Aunt Kathy had released Klaus from her tight embrace, Uncle Monty spoke up. His words were very formal and stiff, and yet there was also considerable emotion in his voice, hoarse and even a bit choked up.

Klaus Baudelaire. It is my great pleasure to welcome you to manhood. Today, in the eyes of our church and our God, you have become a man. You will be treated as such now. I shall not require your sisters to call you Sir, but if I hear them treating you with obvious disrespect, know that they will rue it surely. I am pleased with your progress. You are growing into a fine Christian man. Your help here on our humble farm has been invaluable. Why already we have planted three full fields more than I did alone this time last year.

You are growing stronger of body and spirit. Know that I am glad to have you a member of this house. You have my thanks for your hard work and now that you are a man, I shall be treating you with more respect.

But know also that as a man, more will be expected of you.

All of this baffled me, he was still over a year younger than I was, yet he was going to be treated better than us? Unfair!

That Sunday night while we slept, still the three of us in the one bed, we were awakened by a noise. It was Paul and Zeke. They were throwing pebbles at the window until we woke up.

We heard you was 13 now, Klaus. This here is our sister, Sally. You all want to party? They had five luke-warm beers. At the time we were starved for entertainment (no TV, no radio, no mall). We decided it was worth the risk. So out the window in our nightgowns we crept. The three of them were fully dressed and Sally kind of giggled My rightful name is Salome, but you can call me Sally She had the body of an 18 year old, fully formed and a head taller than I, but she said she was only 15.

The six of us skulked off to the woods and proceeded to try to choke down the cheap beer. Sunny said No thanks, I dont know where its been and since there were only five, no one had to share. Sunny took us to a fairly secluded little spot she used as a hiding place where we could talk freely.

The boys apologized for cutting up our overalls and tying us up with them, and laughed pretty hard when they were told what happened after we lost our bet. They explained that they were known as the Dewberry boys as their family name was Dewberry. Sunny replied with a Duh! to punctuate the obviousness of the connection.

Klaus and Sally were shortly snuggled close, holding each other, kissing and touching openly. In fact, I was alarmed by how hard Klaus was squeezing her tits. It made we wince to think of my own breasts being handled like that. But there was also this little bit of curiosity, wondering if I too would start to squirm and pant like Sally if someone did that to me?

Klaus and Sally went off by themselves and left us with the two other younger boys. They tried to kiss us and feel us up under our gowns, sort of like Klaus and Sally had been doing, but Sunny kneed the smaller boy in the knee and we left with him lying on the ground and his older brother doubled over laughing at him.

I didnt really want to leave though. I was kind of thinking it might be nice to touch someone, even Zeke, and maybe have him touch me. But that was probably just my first beer and watching my brother make out. But no way was I going to be left alone with two of them. So I went back with Sunny.

When we got back to the bedroom, Aunt Kathy and Uncle were up waiting for us. We confessed what we had done in total to him, and I was whipped on the spot bare ass 30 times, while half again as much for Sunny. Consuming the spirits of the devil? Girl, you do realize for this alone I could take you before a judge and have you sentenced to time in the churchs school for young girls? If you think youve had it uncomfortable here, then you cant imagine how much more awaits you there!

Sunny was crying and holding her asscheeks, standing naked in the living room. Uncle looked at her and said Dry your eye girl. Your crocodile tears do not evoke sympathy from me! Nothing is being inflicted on you that you cannot endure. Remember that you are being punished for a reason. I am sincerely happy to have been instrumental in your punishment if it can aid in your salvation.

At that moment, Aunt Kathy who had been silent spoke up I told them to go.

What? we all three looked at her, surprised. Still smarting from the red stripes laid across my asscheeks, and rubbing them to ease the pain, I couldnt believe it. We had never discussed it with her. Heck, we didnt even know the Dewberrys were coming!

Yes, I told them to get out and have a little fun, get to know the neighbors, it is my fault. I throw myself at your mercy.

You give me no choice, wife. I cannot abide that. Remove your gown at once

In front of the girls? she asked timidly.

Yes, they have seen your nude form in the barn. What fear do you have of them seeing you now?

I fear that I may be aroused by the thought of the punishment that awaits such a wicked and careless woman, who advised them to go off with the Dewberry boys. I ask that you take me to our bedroom or out to the barn, that you may prevent me further shame. Deal with me as harshly as I deserve, but do not make these poor girls disrespect me.

He made a face like he just had a knife in his back. Woman, you know that I cannot do that now. The punishment is obvious and it is now, if I allow you the privacy that your station would allow for, then I would ignore the cause of your arousal. This arousal is the unnatural kind caused by the mischief you invited tonight. Oh, why woman do you do this?!

Yes, Yes. You have explained it husband and I submit myself to your will Again I noted the silent I love you, meant solely for Uncle Monty. Aunt Kathy removed her gown and laid it neatly on the ground, her giant nipples fully erect and hanging down to mid stomach for the enormous size of her tits.

Girls, your aunts body is used to the switch, and has sufficient thickness that the level of punishment for her must be harsher. I suppose this shall serve as a good example to you both, but I had hoped to at least shield both of you from the sight of such harsh examples, at least for a time. Assume the position, woman. He commanded his wife.

She bent over at the waist, and grabbed one of the chairs in the living room, her ass cheeks split showing a very fat pussy in between her thighs.

He took out a large leathered whip, the kind you might hit a horse with from his bedroom and bid us to watch as he struck her all over her ass and flanks, especially in between the cheeks and even into her asshole and pussy. These holes are the source of the female energy, and whipping these sensitive places on her body, as opposed to just her bottom and breasts are intended to impress upon her the nature of her sin. His words were rhythmically emphasized as he swung down on her exposed bottom. She never cried out, only offered Thank you for the discipline, husband and I am a wicked woman, who deserves her fate.

I suspected she was attempting to shield us from further punishment, but at the same time my thoughts went back to that night in the barn.

When Klaus finally made it back home, he was shocked to see his aunt being punished in the living room. But shocked or not, his thin nightgown could not hide the erection he shortly developed. Over the next hour, Uncle punished his wife, and after he was done, dismissed us to bed, having forgotten to punish Klaus for his actions.

As we left, Aunt Kathy knelt before her husband. Thank you, my love.