This drama takes place in the world I described in my Slave Camp series where judicial slavery is part of society.
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The front door was unlocked. Joanne and Robin were sitting on the sofa when I walked into the living room. They stood up. I immediately noted Robing held the leather paddle in her hand. I made a point to ignore it for now. "Where is Lenore?" Joanne asked. "We assumed you were with her." I told her Lenore was outside unloading the car. "Okay, perhaps we can go in the back and you can avoid a little embarrassment. Not that I care about your feelings nor your dignity at this point. I am mad as Hell at you."
"Okay, let's go to my room." I said. "What is with the paddle?" I asked. She gave me a look, probably wondering why I was so calm.
"That should be obvious, Bas." Joanne said. "We intend to use it on you. When and how much depends on what you have to say for yourself." We walked into my bedroom and I closed the door. Joanne immediately began. "Alright, after last weekend you should have known better than to take off without getting permission first. I specifically asked you last night if you had a hunt planned this morning and you said no." I nodded and verbally said out loud that was correct. I had to remember I was recording this. "So where the Hell were you? I checked at nine thirty this morning and you were already gone. You did not say a word and certainly did not ask permission. It is now past one in the afternoon. You did not even answer your phone. I called repeatedly. Didn't it ring?"
"Yes, but I was busy. I did not have time to talk." I said. "I did not know I was going out until last night. You and Robin had already gone to bed. Well to her room anyway. I assumed you were playing around with each other and did not want to disturb you."
"What we were doing is no concern of yours." Joanne snapped. "We are adult women."
"What were you so busy doing that you could not answer your phone?" Robin asked with an edge to her voice, trying to act tough and regain a little control of the conversation.
"Doing business. I was making an investment." I said simply. The astonished looks on their faces was priceless. The both demanded to know where I got the money. "I got an advance from Derek." I said.
"Business? Investment? Just what the Hell were you thinking?" Joanne demanded. "Impulsive bullshit is what got you in trouble in the first place. And to go off and do it without our permission is NOT gonna cut it. You are in some serious trouble! You knew we intended to discuss you signing those papers to enlist you into the program this morning."
"You mean those documents that were notarized without a single signature on them? The ones Gary Atwell wrote up and sent to Robin less than a day after we met? The ones you've been trying to push me to sign?" I asked. "The contract to let you take over my life, and the power of attorney and whatever the other ones were." I scowled.
"Yes, those contracts, Bas." Joanne said, even more angry now at my attitude. "Your attitude is getting you into trouble. I am about a half inch from pounding your bare butt into oblivion. I had thought about three swats with the paddle for each of the phone calls you ignored. Then I thought if you showed the proper attitude I would let you off. But you are not showing the least bit of regret. Your butt is going to pay the price..DEARLY."
"Bas, we explained why the notary stamps were already in place." Robin said. "We wanted to save you from too much embarrassment signing in front of others. Your new position would have been kept out of the pubic eye. We would have kept it between us. I'm sure you don't want your new status to become public knowledge."
"But you did not care about my embarrassment last weekend when you wanted to me to submit to a spanking when I did not ask your permission to hunt with Derek. As soon as I got home you demanded I strip naked and bend over your lap. How is that not embarrassing?" I said. "I also noticed you did not even mention how many swats you expected me to take. I thought about that a lot this week. Just how long were you going to beat my ass? I'm curious."
"Until you learned your lesson." Robin said. "And I always spank on a bare butt. Just like we intend to do today for not telling us you were going somewhere. And you are probably going to get another one later for whatever bonehead business deal you did. But the punishment last Saturday would have been between us. I've already made it clear, you have no right to privacy as far as I am concerned. And that extends to Joanne. Yes, we knew you would be embarrassed at first with her seeing you naked. But that is going to a frequent event from now on. Your nudity will not be an issue soon. How often your bottom gets blistered over our one of our laps will be your concern. That and doing your very best to avoid it."
"So you were going to beat my ass until you broke me." I said, surprisingly calmly. I hoped I was not over-playing my hand with my statements and calm demeanor.
"Not BREAK you!" Joanne snapped. "Just until you learned your lesson and you agreed to obey us. And agreed to sign those papers of course. We were being nice and agreed to give you the week to read the documents and think about it and we'd talk today. Yet you went out and screwed up again. Now where are those documents? We need you to sign them. We don't want to waste any more time." I told them I got rid of them. "You WHAT?" Joanne asked, angrily.
"We'll just have to get Dad to print up some more." Robin said. "We'll go over there later and Bas can sign."
"I'm not going to sign them." I said. "I don't want to enter that alternative program to conservatorship thing or whatever it is called."
"Oh, yes you will." Joanne said. "One of two things is going to happen today. Robin will call her Dad for the program documents. Or I call him to start the paperwork for me to take over as your guardian. And if I do that, you will lose your guns. So no more hunting. I might even take your car. Instead of the three years in the program, you will start with five in the conservatorship. And anytime you even think about disobeying either of us, your butt will be paddled."
"How is that different from slavery?" I asked. "You expect me to give you fucking total control!"
"It's not slavery. We can't sell you." Joanne said. "But yes. We WILL control you."
"The program is worse in some ways." I said. "In a conservatorship at least there is some oversight. Legal, medical and all that. I could at least appeal. I read up on it. With the program I just turn my ass over to you with no controls. Is that the way you understand it?"