PART TWO THE STEPCHILD
I went out the next morning to pooper scoop after our big labrador dog, Bones,
who I had insisted Dad buy me when it was a cute puppy. He had only agreed on
the condition I take care of it. It had been so cute as a puppy but now it was
huge and the big poop he left was really disgusting. He also had the
disconcerting habit of jamming his nose into your crotch at the most inopportune
times to embarress hell out of you. The pile in the scoop gave me an idea. I
opened her car door and carefully put it on the seat of her car under the
steering wheel then hid in the bushes giggling waiting for her to come out for
her daily shopping trip.
She came out wearing tiny short shorts and a t-shirt. When she sat down she
squealed and her eyes popped to make me roll on the ground laughing.
She did not see the humor in it. She ran over to grab me by the arm to drag me
over to the car and yelled, "Clean this up so you can eat off it. While you are
at it wash these!"
She jerked down her shorts and panties in one motion and threw the shitty things
at me. I could hardly believe she would strip like that. Our house was all by
itself but someone could have come up the driveway and I knew the boys would see
her when she went in.
Cleaning up was no big deal. They were vinyl seats and I just got a bucket of
soapy water that made them cleaner than before the poop. I was just throwing
her shorts and panties in the dryer when she walked in to say, "Did you get the
seat clean?
"Sure. Better than it was."
"We'll see. Come with me."
She dragged me out to the car and said, "If it is so damn clean. Lick it with
your tongue."
I knew all I would taste was soap but it was still very humiliating and I think
I would have said "No" if she hadn't threatened to whip the skin off my ass."
When she was satisfied I had licked every inch of the seat she ripped off my
t-shirt to dry it and got in to make the tires squeal as she left. I held the
torn T-shirt in front of me and ran into the house. Thankfully the boys were at
the pool in back of our house.
I began to think I got off lightly and had to giggle as I tried to imagine how
the dog poop squishing up between her legs had felt.
I wasn't to get off so lightly. When Dad gat home she told him what I had done
and said I deserved a good spanking.
I protested, "Daaad She started it. She slapped me!"
"Only after she called me a whore and I didn't hurt her. Look . There is no
bruise."
'Dad! I saw stars!"
He ignored that, I almost wished I bruised easier. He said, "I agree you should
be punished. Go to your room and stay there. No dinner!"
That was no problem. I had loaded up on junk food after school and planned to go
to my room anyway to go tease boys in chat rooms with my computer.
I only got a few steps when she screamed, " Bullshit! She deserves a spanking.
She spends all her time in her room anyway. You have spoiled her rotten! She
either gets a spanking or I am leaving! She has to learn to show some respect."
Dad wimped out! He said, "Well maybe you are right. I was spanked by my parents
and I guess it didn't cause much harm. It did make me think before I said or did
anything."
I froze then yelled, "Dad! she uses a leather strap! It will kill me."
My Dad used his belt which is the same thing. It won't kill you but only ten.
Okay?"
Rachel said, "Okay ten this time but if she does something nasty again it will
be twenty."
I whined, Da-ad."
"Don't worry. It will be all over in a minute. I'll hold your hand."
Rachel said, "You can hold both of them. Allene lean over the card table so he
can reach your hands."
Dad had bought a big heavy octagonal shaped card table from a bar with a felt
top. He sat on one side and whimpering I laid over it and held out my hands to
him feeling the felt on my bare belly when the half-shirt slid up.
I was wishing I had not worn my old jeans with the seat nearly worn out but she
didn't even allow me that! She reached under me to unsnap my jeans and run down
the zipper then pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles in one motion.
I yelled "No! No! Not on my bare bottom."
I really began to cry when Dad said, "Rachel knows best. You wouldn't even feel
a strap over jeans and panties."
He was wrong. It wasn't over in a minute. She hit me to cause a terrible sting
then would pause to let me feel tha pain radiate through my body while I bawled
and squirmed before giving me another. I gripped Dad's hands as hard as I could
while I yelped and squirmed hurt even more by embarrassment as the boys yelled,
"Good one Mom!" or "Wow that one made her red!" because it made it so plain I
was completely exposed. My poor butt felt like it had been attacked by Killer
bees at the same time it was toasted. When it was finally over I laid limply on
the table. Dad lifted me up by my shoulders while the boys ran around to see me
standing. He held me against his chest to console me by saying, "It's all over
darling and we forgive you."
It wasn't until that hug which made my nipples rub against his rough wool shirt
that made me realize all my squirming had pulled my half-shirt completely over
my boobs leaving me naked from my ankles to my neck.
I pulled my arms from his back to jerk down my shirt and pull up my pants to run
to my room squealing in anguish when Matt yelled, " Nice tits. Sis!"
Dad must have realized how painful and humiliating it was because he protected
me from further spankings she wanted to give me for any little thing by saying
"She won't be sapnked unless she does something serious." That didn't make me
hate him any less. He had betrayed me for this slut!
Believe me I did nothing serious even though she kept riding me about my
"Grunge" clothes although everyone was wearing them. I guess she wanted me to
wear sexy clothes like her but they would make everyone at school think I was a
tramp.
Then yet another disaster in my life struck. A truck driver went to sleep at the
wheel and hit my Dad's little sports car head on. Poor Dad never knew what hit
him.
I knew Rachel had married him mostly for his money because all through the
funeral ceremony she discussed with her rotten boys how they would spend the
million dollars her lawyer had said they would collect from the trucking firm.
I didn't know how well off he was until the reading of his will. He had a net
worth of over three million dollars of which I would get half and she the other
half along with the house and cars. The catch was that my money was put into a
trust that I could not touch until I was twenty-one. God, That was nine more
years. In the mean time Rachel was to "Provide" for me.
I found out what that meant the next day. I was to get an allowance of ten
dollars a week. That would barely cover school lunches! She said she would buy
my clothes and "Necessities" and I knew then my Grunge days were over. I planned
to wear the ones I had until they rotted off me.
I escaped to my room as soon as I got home from school. Fortunately Rachel let
me telling the boys I needed some time to mourn, She didn't need it she spent
all day shopping for clothes and jewelry.
I had found that the only way I could take my mind off my troubles and get some
sleep was by masturbating. It became a nightly ritual. One night I had a dream
about Mel Gibson and woke up feeling excited. I kicked off my covers and pulled
my nightie up to my neck to tickle my clitoris and pinch and pull on my nipples.
My eyes were closed imagining Mel was doing it to me. I was just about to go
into orgasm when I heard a giggle.
I snapped my eyes open and Matt and Josh were standing there grinning at me
while rubbing their crotches. They must have found a key to my room.
I jerked the covers back over me and yelled, "Get out of here! I am telling
Rachel! She will take the skin off your asses!"
"Oh you won't have to tell her. We will."
Josh began yelling, "Mom! Mom! Allene is playing with her pussy!"
I heard steps coming up and Rachel pushed by the boys into my room yelling, "Is
that true. Your Dad took you to church. You know what the Bible says about
that!"
We had gone to church now and then but masturbation had never come up in a
sermon.. I yelled, They are lying. They broke into my room. I had an itch and
was scratching. That's all!" Besides My sex ed teacher said there was nothing
wrong with masturbation."
She came over and threw off the covers to grab my vagina and let her middle
finger slip into the little slit.
She pulled it out to show my juices glistening in the sunlight and said
triumpantly, "Girls don't get that wet from scatching. You have committed a sin
and lied about it. I am going to blister your butt! Boys go get my strap and
four neckties."
I had pulled the covers back up and was frightened to death but she just ripped
them off again and jerked on my arm to make me fall to the floor bruising my
hip. she jerked me up on my feet and led me to the foot of my antique four
poster bed.
I was barely there when the boys appeared panting from the run up and down the
stairs. She said "Tie her ankles and wrists to the posts."
I fought when they tried to pull my ankles apart so Rachel kicked the inner
sides of my ankles to force my legs open. then they pulled up my arms to tie my
wrists to the top of the posts. I was so stretched I felt my vertebrae pop.
Then she said, "You are too big for this childish baby-doll nightie." She
ripped off my cotton nightie with the Disney characters to leave me completely
naked and blushing as the boys stared at my boobs and nearly hairless pussy.
She began beating my ass. Hard! The stings turned to burns as she went up and
down from the top of my butt to mid-thigh. I have no idea how many times she hit
me. When she quit I was so hoarse from screaming I was reduced to sobs and
hiccoughs and she was sweating so much her dress was wet and sweat was dripping
from her nose.
She said, "Okay Tie her face up on the bed."
I was so exhausted from the beating I was limp and they had to drag me on to it
to re-tie my ankles to the foot posts and my wrists to the head posts. I was
stretched into an "X" position that exposed me terribly and I closed my eyes to
avoid the leers of the boys.
I heard her say, "Just the thing to keep the stings alive. Lift up her ass
boys."
They each grabbed one of my poor stinging ass cheeks and lifted me to bring on
hoarse screams as my shoulder joints stretched then she jammed a pillow under
my butt that had a crocheted cover I had done in twine when I was little. I
loved it with it's horsies and cows,and chickies but now the twine seemed to rip
at my raw butt.
She flipped the cover over me and said, "Let's go boys. With her hands tied she
won't be playing with herself."
As if I wanted to. I hurt so much I wished I could faint but I was not that
lucky and had to feel the twine digging in finding it was best to lie perfectly
still.
I heard her car leave and the boys began pounding up the steps the moment her
car screeched out the driveway.
They went to the foot of my bed and grinned at me then Matt said, "Are you
pretty sore?"
"Shit! That has to be the understatement of the year and you bastards caused
it!"
Josh grinned and said, "We have been talking. Maybe we can help."
They began pulling down my cover an inch at a time. I know it may seem silly
since they had alreasy seen me naked but the slow exposure was embarresseing me
so much my blush may have been as deep as the red on my butt.
When the cover was down to my feet they climbed up on the bed to kneel by my
helpless naked body. Matt said, "We can make you forget all about your butt."
They began caressing my nipples and pussy. At first I hated it but then it began
to feel really good and the stings coming from my butt just seemed to add to my
excitement. He grinned at me and said, "See that is better isn't it. We always
jerk off after a spanking. It really helps."
I didn't bother to answer not wanting them to know what a slut I was to enjoy
having my step-brothers touching me so intimitely. They began to get bolder
putting their fingers in to my slit to rub my clit and the tender inner lips
while pulling and pinching my nipples with their free hand. I began moaning and
squirming no longer caring about the twine digging into my raw butt as I
approached orgasm.
Just as I was almost there. Matt jumped off the bed yelling, "Shit! Mom is
back!" They hurriedly pulled the cover over me and ran downstairs before she
came in leaving me frustrated plus now the pain was rapidly coming back.
She came into my room with a little sack and said, "Since you like to rub your
pussy, I thought I would give it a good rub." She pulled a round brush at the
end of a handle that I recognized as a pot scrubber.
She brought it down to my pussy so open from my spread legs and began rubbing it
hard! I howled as she wore the skin off it seemingly forever. Finally she
stopped and said, "You are bleeding a bit. I have something for that." She
pulled out a bottle of iodine and a cotton puff. She soaked the puff and rubbed
it on my pussy! It burned so bad she might as well have poured gasoline on it
and set it on fire. I fought and squirmed until I was exhausted but there was no
way I could break loose from the neckties.
She left yelling, "Boys! Clean up. We are going to shop for some school clothes
for you." I heard her car leave shortly afterwards and knew I would be left
still tied. My squirming had made my butt feel almost as raw as my crotch and I
laid there crying until I was finally able to go to sleep.
I awoke some time later and most of the pain was gone to be replaced by an itchy
feeling I scratched by gently moving my butt on the pillow. A short time later
I heard her car come in and then steps coming up the stairs. The boys were with
her but I was too scared to be embarrassed when she ripped off the cover to look
at my crotch.
She said, "You heal nicely. Scabs have already formed. Are you going to keep
your slutty fingers off of it now?"
I whimpered, "I will never touch it again. I swear!"
"Okay. For a few days it will be too sore to play with anyway. I suppose you
played with those oversized boobies too. You did didn't you? Be honest!"
I whimpered, "A little maybe."
"Then they are going to have to be punished a little. Josh. Go down and cut a
switch."
I felt betrayed! I thought the boys felt sorry for me but Josh grinned then ran
down as fast as he could. Matt came over to me grinning and began squeezing my
boobs saying, "They are pretty big for a twelve rear old. Huh?"
"Yeah. She is some kind of freak. They will be bigger when I am through. Now
leave them alone. She may like that!"
Nothing could be further from the truth. His fondling them only scared me since
I knew they would soon be joining my crotch and butt in pain.
Josh burst into the room carrying a switch about three feet long. She began
beating my boobs with it! She was especially mean making the evil tip hit my
nipples to make me scream. It seemed to go on forever. Thankfully they became
numb eventually and I just felt the pressure as the switch dug into them.
She stopped and said, "See. I told you I would make them bigger. Look how much
they have swollen."
Matt and Josh stared at them rubbing their crotches and Matt said, "Yeah. Wow!
They look as hard as cantaloupes. Can I touch them?"
She yelled, "You are touching yourselves!. You know how I feel about that!
Josh! Go get the flyswatter."
Josh whined, "No Mom. Please. We couldn't help it!"
"You WILL learn self-control. Get it!"
I couldn't understand why that scared him so much. She had used a switch on me
that still had my boobs burning and throbbing. How bad could a flyswatter be. I
thought they were real wimps.
She moved my library table out into the room as Matt watched her apprehensibly
with tears beginning to form in his eyes.
I found out how bad a flyswatter could be. When Josh returned taking a lot more
time than it had to get my switch she said, "Okay you know the drill. Drop your
pants and get to the table."
They whimpered but moved to the table and dropped their pants to lay their dicks
on the table. They had been hard but now their dicks had shrunk as if trying to
hide in their body. She had them press against the table until their balls were
pushed betwen their legs. She took the neckties off my ankles to tie their hands
behind their backs. I took the opportunity to slide off that damn pillow.
She grabbed the heads of their dicks to pull them out straight causing a howl of
anguish then began hitting their dicks with the flyswatter. They howled again as
it came down to redden their dicks but didn't pull back evidentally knowing she
would do something even worse if they did.
She hit them endlessly. To my amazement even though they were crying their dicks
began to lengthen! She stopped suddenly and yelled. "Don't touch them or I will
use the switch!"
It must have been really hard not to caress their now dark red peni but they
pulled up their pants carefully holding the front out to avoid having them
scraped then ran to their rooms bawling.
She looked at me and said, "See. I am fair. If the boys masturbate I punish them
too."
I still did not think she was fair. The brush on my vagina had to be worse than
the flyswatter.
She untied my wrists and said, "Okay you can go take a cool bath to stop the
sting and reduce the swelling but don't put on any clothes. I will be watching
to see if your vagina gets wet again. After your bath come down to dinner but no
clothes!"
END PART TWO
