Traditional Values

By Randall Austin

PART THREE

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As everyone took their seats at the table there was an

awkward silence, but once everyone was seated and saw

all the familiar faces of siblings, parents, and an

uncle, a reminder came to everyone that this had once

been, for the most part, a very happy and

well-adjusted family.  A family in which everyone

loved each other.  The ice began to melt somewhat as

food was passed around and everyone commented on the

nice meal which mom and Flora had prepared.

And Flora was already, again, her curious and cheery

self, "Bradley, how does that thing on your wiener

feel?  It looks like it would hurt."

Bradley tried to play cool, "What thing, Flora?"

Mother thought it best to be forthright, "Honey, your

brothers and sisters accidentally got to see your

pictures on the Internet."

Bradley put his head down, his face turned red. Martin

glanced a furious look at Barbara, and put a

comforting hand on Bradley's shoulder.

Quince tried to lighten the mood, "You're a regular

porn star now, bro!"

Alban smiled, "Every social servant on that website

is a porn star.  They really shave em clean."  Big

smiles on the faces of the two younger brothers were

followed by a serious frown in their direction from

their father.  Lowering his voice Quince leaned

towards Alban's ear, "Did you check out that chick

named Susan Imanti?  Her pussy lips hung half way down

her legs!" 

Dad was disgusted by his two free sons, "Stop that

kind of talk right now!  This is obscene.  I forbid

all of you from ever going back to that site!" 

After an awkward silence, dad made a serious attempt

to get things back to normal, "Listen, all of you.

This is an awkward time.  You need to know that

Bradley will be wearing the ankle cuffs; training

paddles, and ring only until he's sold.  He is going

to be living nearby, and if he isn't one hundred

percent happy with the arrangement he ends up in after

a period of a couple of months, I am going to reclaim

him, as is my legal right here in the state.  If that

happens, we will all be in for some major changes, but

I intend to see us survive as a happy family.  I want

all of you to go out of your way and treat Bradley

with the full dignity that he deserves, and to be

extremely grateful for what he is doing for all us!"

And it worked.  Everyone felt somewhat relieved after

that, even Bradley, who finally took up a fork and

jabbed a potato.  When everyone saw that he was

finally eating, they started eating in greater

comfort. 

But the thought of it not working out put some concern

into the thoughts of Bradley's brothers.  If it didn't

work out they knew they would probably have to move

out of their nice house, no private school for Alban,

no more free handouts for Quince.

As the meal progressed, and everyone seemed more

relaxed, Martin asked Bradley, "So, how are you doing

son?"

Bradley just nodded a quick ‘yes’ and offered a

somewhat bitter smile.  Steven noticed.  Dad tried

again to cheer his son up, "Do you want to use the car

and visit Ginger tonight?"  Bradley shook his head

‘no’.  "How about joining all of us on a nice beach

walk?"

When Bradley shook his head with another sullen ‘no’,

Steven had to speak up.  "Oh boy!  Martin, we have a

problem here!" 

"How so, Steven?"

"Look, we all know Bradley is the sweetest kid in the

world.  But think what will happen if you are called

for an appointment and he acts the way he is now.  You

just asked him a series of questions and he didn't

even have the common courtesy to answer you with

anything more than moping gestures.  Do you think

anybody would buy him when they see that kind of

attitude, especially at the price your asking?"

Uncle Steven took a drink of coffee and continued,

"There's no problem with him being a little confused

right now as he tries to find himself, but this is

what I warned you about when you were planning all of

this.  I told you that even the nicest boys need a

little behavior training if you expect them to make a

decent show in the sales room."

"Well then, what are you proposing?" asked Martin as

if he didn't know, but now realized he might have to

reconsider his initial decision to have Bradley forego

any social services training.

"At the very least, the county's three week basic

training program.  It'll not only get him in shape for

interviews, clarify social servant protocol, but most

important, for his sake, save his ass down the line

from a lot of punishment for misstepping.  It can all

be avoided if he knows what's expected of him."

Dad was decisive, "No, Steven.  I think for now I'll

stick with my initial decision.  In the days ahead I'm

just going to have Bradley read the training materials

provided by the county.  He's smart, reasonable, and

naturally obedient.  I want this to be a loving family

thing.  I believe his brothers and I can best offer

the support that he needs at this time, rather than

some ruffians at Social Services."

Alban was excited, "We're going to help you train

Bradley, Dad?"

Martin attempted to make the idea seem more appealing

to Bradley, who was still sulking, "I suppose you

could put it that way.  But your role will be to just

be extra loving to Bradley.  That is the support I

want you to give him.  That's what I mean."

It didn't conjure up an image of ‘training’ that Alban

found very interesting, so he got up from his chair,

took his plate, and said, "I'm finished eating, Mom."

Barbara responded, "I want you and Quince to clear the

table and do the dishes before you do anything else."

Steven reached his arm across the table and touched

Barbara's arm, "Barbara, I think this would be a good

time to help Bradley get out of his sullen mood by

having him do such a chore."

Barbara was a little flustered, "Well, I suppose.  I

don't see why not.  But I thought it would be good to

let Bradley relax a bit."

"And go back to his room and mope for the rest of the

day?"  Steven looked at Martin, somewhat perplexed.

"I thought you wanted me here to offer advice.  I

mean, do whatever you two want, but I warn you, you're

going to have to start getting things in order pretty

soon or it could get ugly.  I've seen it happen

before."  After a silence, "It's just the dishes, for

gosh sakes!  It's not like we're asking him to build

the pyramids!"

Dad smiled a bit, "Okay, okay!  Alban and Quince, you're

off dish duty for now.  You're on next time."

Both Alban and Quince high-fived and walked out into

the backyard.  Martin got up from his chair and

suggested that his wife, Steven, and he go out into

the back yard and chat.  As they exited the dining

room, Martin looked at his son still seated at the

table, "You heard.  Do the dishes then join us out in

the backyard, son."

"Dad, I'm 22 years old.  I've been paying you room and

board this summer from my job.  It's not my duty to do

dishes."

"It is now son.  Just do it.  As Steven says, it's

just the dishes."  As Martin walked out he heard an

exasperated "Fuck!" from Bradley.  As Martin took his

seat in the backyard lawn chair he thought it best not

to mention that to Steven.

But the moment he settled in, he changed his mind and

thought it better to seek help,  "Okay, Steven.  What

am I supposed to do? As I walked out just now I heard

Bradley say ‘fuck’ after I told him to do the dishes."

"I'm glad you told me that.  The way he is acting is

perfectly understandable, and he'll continue acting

that way until the law is spelled out.  He doesn't

know the law.  That's why he's acting this way.  The

law is that he has got to be obedient to every

command, move quickly, be efficient, and be polite at

all times.  Enforcing that will be unpleasant for a

few days, but after initial firmness most social

servants quickly find their place.  That's why

training at an outside source is recommended.  Most

parents find it hard to offer their indentured

children the necessary firmness.  But it can be done.

But, you are right, having training done in the home

is always less traumatic then at a training center.

But it won't work unless you do what has to be done."

Barbara asked, "So what do we do in this case?"

"The guidebook you were given spells it out very

clearly.  It suggests various punishment options for

various missteps.  The important thing is to be

consistent.  What needs to be done, if you want this

thing to succeed, is that we all go in there right now

and confront him, tell him what he did wrong, why it

was wrong, and then either wash his mouth out with

soap or…", he paused a bit, concerned about

Barbara's presence, "this is according to state

guidelines, give him a good ball squeezing." 

Barbara winced, "Let's just do the mouth washing."

Steven was pleased, "That's good.  It's important to

let him know that if he swears again, he can expect

another mouth washing.  And the most important thing

for both of you to realize as his parents is that you

are simply enforcing traditional values.  What we are

about to do is sanctioned by not only the state, but

by the federal government.  Good parents like you

throughout this entire country are at this time doing

the exact same thing you are about to do and that is

help a child be all that he can be.  The role of

social servant is a dignified one, and that role is

honored by parents like you who help ensure that their

children bring the necessary dignity to their

station."

Both Barbara and Martin shook their heads in

agreement.

"Call your sons and let’s go into the kitchen!"

Martin had a quick chat with Alban and Quince about

what was about to happen and why, and what procedures

would be followed.  When finished, the three of them,

along with Barbara and Steven entered the kitchen,

where Bradley was standing at the sink, cleaning

debris from the dishes.  They all approached him and

he turned towards them, worried.

Dad spoke, "Bradley.  You are now a social servant.

It is an honorable position to serve in.  The law

requires that you be obedient to every command given

you by your overseers and owner, that you always do

what you are told to do immediately upon being told,

that you perform each assigned task as quickly as

possible while maintaining top quality job

performance, that you perform all tasks in an

efficient manner, and that you are polite at all times

in all matters and situations."

"Because just now you used a swear word as I was

walking out of the kitchen the law mandates a

disciplinary action.  Your brothers and I are now

going to wash your mouth out with soap.  We hate to do

this because we love you so much.  But you need to

know that if you use another swear word, we will do

this again.  And if you fail to follow any of the

requirements of your station which I have just

mentioned, you will be punished with an appropriate

disciplinary action each and every time you violate

the law."

Bradley stood speechless with his mouth open as dad

went in back of him and quickly and tightly gathered

his arms behind his back.  Alban took a bar of soap at

the sink and ran warm water over it.  Quince stepped

in front of Bradley, motioned to Alban for the soap

who then gave it to him, and pinched Bradley's nose.

Bradley opened his mouth to breathe, Quince rammed the

bar of soap into his mouth, and worked it back and

forth, and released his nose.  Bradley struggled to

shake his head away but Alban reached up and grabbed

his head and held it tightly as Quince worked the soap

in and out of Bradley's mouth. 

Steven saw that things were going well, "Good job,

boys!  Good job!  Keep it up!"

Bradley was sputtering and coughing.  Quince kept

working the bar of soap as instructed and Alban

tightened his squeeze on Bradley's head.  "Are you

going to watch your language from now on, son?" asked

Martin from in back of him.  Bradley moaned an

affirmative "uh-huh" through his anguish.  Steven told

the boys to keep going at it.

When it seemed like Bradley might be starting to

vomit, Steven called for an end to the mouth washing.

Quince took the bar out, and Alban and Martin

released Bradley, who turned towards the sink and

started spitting out the soap.  He grabbed a dirty

coffee cup, filled it with water, and rinsed out his

mouth.  His family and Steven watched him rinse out

his mouth in silence. 

When he had rinsed his mouth clean of the soap he

started to hobble out of the room, sniffling and not

looking at anyone.  "Where are you going, Bradley?"

Asked Martin.  Bradley said he was going to get a

towel to wipe his face.  His dad was firm, "No you are

not.  We have towels here in the kitchen.  You are not

leaving this kitchen until these dishes are done!"

Bradley froze in his tracks, looked down, and then

started crying out loud.  He sunk to the floor and

grabbed his head.  His family watched him.  His dad

suggested that everyone leave Bradley alone.  As

everyone exited the kitchen Martin walked to his

bawling son and touched him on the shoulder, "I know

its hard son.  But everything will be downhill from

here."