Heather managed to pull herself together and had gone back downstairs to finish eating her big Thanksgiving meal. The rest of the dinner passed without incident or further embarrassment. Sensing that everyone was still rattled, Frank decided to hold off unveiling Heather's big Thanksgiving Day present until the next day.
Then Simone and Heather went upstairs to "hang out" in Heather's bedroom. Heather made sure to lock her door, because it went without saying that her parents would never approve of the things they did with each other more often than not while supposedly just "hanging out."
The two of them joked and talked about the big misunderstanding over Heather's supposed drug use while they casually took their clothes off. They were in a lazy mood as they digested their meals and were in no hurry to do anything special.
At one point, Heather commented that "it's getting a bit nippy in here," which led to no end of nipple jokes from Simone. In fact it wasn't particularly cold since the central heating was on. But Heather made her comment just to give them a thin excuse to change into sexy nighties, and that's what they did.
Simone could tell that Heather was in a mood to play. But Simone had to be mindful of the time since she still had to go back to her house and eat a second Thanksgiving dinner. She still had some time, but she couldn't stay here all evening.
So she blindfolded Heather again and removed the Bitch Trainer dildo from her ass (after the obligatory protests from
Heather that it was perfectly fine where it was), washed it clean in Heather's private bathroom, and put it away in a secret spot. Only after that was all done did she take off Heather's blindfold again.
Heather asked as she reclined on her bed, fiddling with the hem of her nightie, "So what's next? Do I get a bigger one tomorrow?"
Simone didn't answer immediately. Finally she mumbled, "Not exactly."
"What do you mean?"
Simone said warily, "As much fun as I've had here, you know I've got to get going soon. So it's about time I lay down the law."
Heather got a bad feeling about that. She barked, "'Lay down the law?' What are you, fuckin' Moses with the Ten Commandments or something? What's that supposed to mean?"
Simone joked, "Wow, first you give the blessing and now a Moses reference. Next thing you know, you'll be joining the 'Butt Sluts for Jesus' youth group or something. But seriously, as your official Assistant Bitch Tamer, I have bad news. When I talked to Alan on the phone earlier, he said he'd allow you to keep your Bitch Trainer in through the end of the Thanksgiving meal, so you could be in a relatively good mood. But now the dinner's over, he wants me to administer the rest of your punishment."
Heather got a really bad feeling about that, but tried to keep up a brave face. "Whatever. I'm sure I can handle it. Do your worst."
"Okay. Just remember, don't blame me. This is his idea. I'm just the assistant following orders."
Despite her feigned indifference, Heather couldn't help but complain impatiently, "So what is it already?"
"You're not gonna like this..." Simone was certain that Heather was about to explode and that she'd get the brunt of it. "Let me remind you that you've been a very, very bad girl. An extremely self-serving and willfully disobedient Bitchslut. You stabbed your Sir in the back multiple times, especially with that tape recorder stunt." She looked at Heather shrewdly. "Where do you think you're going with that, anyway?"
"As if I'd tell you," Heather snarled. With the dildo out of her ass, her usual bitchy personality was rapidly reasserting itself. "You say you're my best friend, but I can't trust you about anything Alan-related, can I? He'll just wave his big cock in front of your nose and you'll say, 'How can I serve you, Sir? What would you like to know about Heather? Just please let me lick it!'" She used a deliberately mocking, high pitched tone when imitating Simone's voice that in fact sounded nothing like Simone.
Simone rolled her eyes. "Talk about projection. But never mind about that. Here's your punishment: NO ANAL until Alan says otherwise. None. Zip. Zilch. Nada."
Heather gulped. She briefly felt as if the room was spinning. Her bluster evaporated in an instant. She asked incredulously in a near whisper, "What do you mean by that?!"
"You heard me. No anal. No Bitch Trainers, no fingering, no penetration, no anal sex, no anal toys of any kind, no nothing! I suppose you can wipe your ass clean after going to the bathroom, but that's the height of excitement your ass is going to have from now on."
Heather's tan darkened and reddened dangerously until she exploded in an angry rage. "'From now on?!' What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?! Just how long is this ridiculous punishment supposed to last, anyways?"
"Until further notice. Through the rest of Thanksgiving vacation, at the very least."
Heather complained, "But that's three whole days! And 'at the very least'?! Are you out of your FUCKING MIND?! Do you seriously think I'm going to put up with this shit?!"
"Hey!" Simone held up both her hands in a defensive posture. "Don't look at me. I didn't decide the punishment, I didn't even have a say in it. Don't shoot the messenger. That's just what he told me to tell you."
Heather was getting increasingly agitated and red faced. "Well, you can tell him to shove it up his ass!"
Simone couldn't help but grin and quip, "Then at least one ass will be having fun."
Heather gave her a look that could kill. "That's easy for you to say, but this is MY ASS on the line!"
Simone just couldn't resist even though she knew it would cost her, and deadpanned, "I understand. With your ass on the line, you don't want a cock up... Oops! Or maybe you do." She burst into laughter at her own word play. Seeing no reaction from Heather, she added, "You know, cock up? It's British slang for a big mess or a screw up? Get it?"
But Heather was in no laughing mood and exploded. "FUCK YOU! You think you're so goddamned fucking funny, but this is serious! This is MY ASS we're talking about here! MINE!" She was standing now, pacing around her room. "What am I supposed to do?! I mean, if he doesn't want to fuck me for a while, then fine. But at least let me use a dildo! I mean, COME ON! No nothing?! I'm not just going to take this lying down, you know!"
Simone was sorely tempted to make a joke about all the other things from Alan that Heather had taken while lying down, but this time she wisely kept her mouth shut.
Heather stomped to the phone, while muttering to her friend, "Is this some kind of joke? You'd better hope that this is some kind of sick and twisted joke of yours. I don't believe you. He'd never cut me off like that. He's gonna straighten this all out, you wait and see.
You must have misunderstood what he was saying." She picked up the phone to call him.
But Simone said, "Before you make that call, you might want to cool down some first. Remember that you're deep, deep in his doghouse. If his doghouse has a basement, you're in the basement to that basement, gagged and chained up in the corner. The last thing you wanna do right now is piss him off even more. I know you. If you call him right now, you're gonna blow your stack and then he's likely to just make your punishment even worse."
"Worse?! WORSE?! How could it possibly get any worse?!" Heather put the phone down and then paced around the room, thinking deeply. "You're right. I shouldn't call him. Gotta chill." Then, mere seconds later, she said, "But I've gotta call him! I have to know. Now!" After pacing some more, she said again, "No, I can't piss him off." She sat down, then stood up, then appeared to change her mind again.
Simone breathed a silent sigh of relief. She got up and put her hands firmly on Heather's shoulders. She looked her right in the eyes from close up. "Heather. Get. A. Grip."
"That's easy for you to say!" Heather said in a voice half-way between anger and panic. "This is MY ass we're talking about, here! For all I know, he may never stuff it with his thick cock ever again! Ever!"
Simone said, "You don't know that. He's been very clear all along that he punishes you when you're bad and rewards you when you're good."
Heather thought about that, but then honestly concluded with even more distress, "But I'm so BAD!" She added, "If he only knew half the things I have planned, he'd never touch my ass again!"
Simone gave her a hard-eyed "no shit, Sherlock" look, and while still staring into Heather's eyes, said, "Well then, maybe you should STOP planning those things then, hmm? Did that ever occur to you?"
Heather rolled her eyes like Simone was talking crazy. She was afraid to say anything more to Simone, fearing her friend might snitch (and in fact she was regretting saying as much as she already had), but had she talked she would have explained that she could never give up her plans and schemes because she would never be content under Alan's thumb. She considered her current situation nothing but a temporary setback. I'm soooo close to getting some great blackmail material on my Sir! I can feel it. Maybe I'll be able to prove his incest with Katherine or maybe his forbidden relationship with Glory, but either way, once I have it, I'LL be in the driver's seat! I'LL be the one dictating terms to him, not the other way around.
She began to feel a lot better. I keep thinking he's some kind of all powerful being, just because he knows how to push my buttons. But he's just an eighteen year old kid. Sure, he's on top now, but I want the victory more, and I'm way more Machiavellian in getting it. With his sexual prowess he's bound to be fucking some women he shouldn't. Things'll come around my way again. I just need to play along with this ridiculous punishment and bide my time while my perfectly placed voice-activated tape recorder does its work.
Simone, still with her hands on Heather's shoulders, could see the change coming over Heather's face as her friend went from panicky to nearly calm.
Back in control of herself, Heather jerked away from Simone. "Where's that phone?" "Are you good now? Sure that you don't need my help to calm down?"
"I'm always good. I was just a little bit surprised there for a minute, is all. I'm a Morgan woman. We're tough as nails. I'll get through this punishment and anything else Alan can dish out. Now it's time I get to the bottom of this bullshit." Confidence surging, she picked up the phone and dialed the Plummer house.
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