an American Flag bikini

Aggie tried it on. It seemed a little... small. So she headed to Mom's room, looking for someone to confirm her concern. But Mom did no such thing. "I think it looks nice."

"You don't think it's too sexy?"

"I think a man knows what's right for his household." Mom said of Chip.

Aggie sighed. But soon got used to it. And soon summer was in full swing. There were barbecues, camping, trips to the beach, and more than anything, lots of time spent in the pool, swimming, tanning, floating. Aggie kept an eye out, expecting Chip to be leering at her at any moment. But he never was.

Sure some times he was out at the pool with her, but always sitting in his chair reading his Guns & Ammo magazine, never paying very close attention.

Until the day he called her over.

It was early August. She was floating in the pool in her new bikini. Chip and some of his contractor buddies were firing up the grill. Them, Aggie could sense leering at her. Three of them. Juan, a Hispanic guy who didn't talk much, Doc a skinny guy with big sunglasses and a stars & bars tattoo, and Fat Ralph with his usual coveralls and big nasty beard.

"Come over here hon!" Chip yelled over to her, and as she walked up she saw him turn to his buddies and say "You've got to see this really. The craftwork is unbelievable."

And it was somewhat unbelievable to Aggie, that he wasn't showing her off to his pals as much as he was showing off her bikini. She felt strange, not really objectified, almost jealous, as he pointed at the fabric and the seams. "They don't do it like this in China, I'll tell you that." His buddies all looked at her seams. And he went on. "Now take a look at.... what the... holy shit." His tone changed fast. "What the hell is this young lady?"

Aggie looked to the spot where here step-dad was pointing. There was a small tear. Barely perceptible. She shrugged. "I dunno. I guess I got it caught on something."

Chip closed his eyes and took a long deep breath. His pals chuckled to themselves. Then he spoke calmly. "This bikini is a representation of our great country, made in our great country. If you cannot treat it with respect, than you must take it off."

Aggie rolled her eyes. "Really? Okay." And she turned to head toward her bedroom.

"No, no, no." Chip said sternly, causing her to turn back around again. "You don't get to wear that for a moment longer. Take it off now!"

"Now?" Aggie didn't understand. She heard the words but she didn't understand. Although slowly the reality sank in. She looked at Juan, Doc, and Fat Ralph, grinning at their situation. "But then... they'll... see me... naked."

"Better than them seeing you disrespecting our flag. Off now." Chip was as stern as he'd ever been. "In America a man's orders are followed in his home. Off."

There was a pregnant pause. Aggie took a deep breath, then reached her hand around her back, untied her top and let it fall off her petite figure into Chip's hands. Her flesh buckled. Her skin goosepimpled with anxiety. Suddenly the summer day seemed cold and strange. Her little nipples hit the air. She knew the guys were staring at them. She didn't need to look at them to confirm. And she knew they'd stare as she pulled down her bikini bottoms, exposing her tight, bald, snatch.

It was terrible, it was embarassing, it was... a little bit of a turn on.

She handed her bottoms to Chip, her jaw clenched. "Good?"

He shook his head. "No. Not good. Your disrespect must be punished young lady."

"Punished?"

"Justice is the most American concept. Now here's what you're going to do..." Chip wasn't fooling.