STEPDAD 4
For the next couple of weeks things were fairly normal. Normal for a
dysfuntional family that is. Mom was getting nude spankings every few days but
there was no longer any pretense that she was not excited by them. It just
embarrassed me to watch them so I would go to my room to watch TV or play on the
computer.
I became curious to know if guys in general would be excited by spanking a girl
or if the peple in ASS were a very small minority. I started going to chat rooms
to check profiles for boys my age and older then I/m them to see if they wanted
to chat privately. Most did unless they were in the middle of a flame war.
I would let the conversation move into sex then somewhere along the line I would
ask if they would be excited by spanking a girl. A few politically correct ones
would say it would not be right to hurt a girl but a hell of a lot of them would
say they would and usually give some story about seeing a girl spanked or
claiming they spanked their girl or sister and how they had become real excited
and so had the girl. Surprisingly a lot of guys said they would like to be
spanked by a girl.
That increased my curiosity and I began I/m ing girls to tell them my boyfriend
would not give me my birthday present until he had given me a birthday spanking
and what did thry think about that.
Most of them were shocked and told me to stay away from him before he did
something worse but quite a few said they had birthday spankings too and they
hadn't hurt much and had excited both of them. Some had such long stories to
tell they told me they would e-mail me since it was hard to I/M over short
sentences.
My e-mail grew like Topsy and I began to think maybe it wasn't so weird I had
become excited and that Mom was loving it.
I really don't know how Don resisted raping me. He must have terrific will
power. He kept dressing us in sexy things and would grope me whenever I got
close but every time a lump formed in his pants he would just get up to pull Mom
into the bedroom. I don't think she had as much sex in her life. she actually
thanked me for turning him on.
About a couple of weeks later I had a shock at school. The principal went to my
locker and rolled in the master combination numbers I think every kid in school
knew. I even used it myself since it was easier to remember than my assigned
combination. It was 1 left 2 right 3 left.
He pulled out a copy of the history teacher's next test! He said, "I was afraid
of this. You have stolen a test in order to cheat. Come with me." I looked
around and Jodie, the girl I had punched out, was grinning in triumph.
I knew she had framed me but this time I was lucky enough to talk my way out of
it. I told him Jodie was still mad and had tried to frame me. I proved the
master combination was well known by opening the first locker outside his door
and pointing out the fact I loved history and had made straight "A"s with
different teachers. I also told him the history teacher was dumb to leave the
tests in his desks because anyone could get it and make copies. I finally
convinced him although he said there was no way he could prove Jodie was
responsible especially since she was such a nice girl.
That was a crock of crap. She sucked up to all the teachers but to all the kids
except her little clique of friends she was a total bitch.
the principal had the master combination changed and locked it in his desk amd
told the history teacher to keep his tests locked up. It was kind of fun to see
a lot of kids including Jodie have their test grades go into the toilet.
I didmn't know what to do. I sure as hell couldn't beat her up again so I
thought I had better try to make peace. I went to her and said, "I know you
tried to frame me but I can understand your hating me. Let's Make peace, My
stepdad gave me a terrible spanking for fighting with you."
"Bullshit. My ribs are still sore. A little spanking doesn't make up for that."
I protested, "It wasn't a little spanking. I was hit with a cane and it hurt
like hell. If I get in trouble again I will be whipped."
"For sure bitch because next time you are going to be caught with drugs. Explain
that away to the principal, the cops. and your stepdad!"
I panicked. My stepdad went on a rant everytime the TV or newspaper even
mentioned kids and drugs. I hung my head in defeat and pleaded, "Please don't do
that. If you want to beat me up to get even go ahead. You can even tie my hands
so I can't fight back. I won't tell on you. I'll say I was mugged by a black
gang."
She grinned trumphantly and said "I will think about that and get back to you."
At noon when I went to lunch Jodie waved me over to her table with her snooty
friends. I had never tried to associate with them since they all had "Old"
money and thought their shit didn't stink. She made room between her and her
boyfiend. He was a senior as well as the other boys. None of the other seniors
went with freshmen so I assumed they were attracted by the money.
She got right to the point. "We have been discussing how you could make up for
your assault on me. Do you remember last weeks history lessons?"
"Yeah. You mean about the negro slaves."
"Specifically I am talking about the picture of the nigger being whipped.
Remember that?"
It was vivid in my mind especially since I was under the thrat of a whipping at
home. It was a picture of a black man with the back of his shirt torn open and
red stripes across his back.
I mumbled "Yes. Why? although I was sure I knew the answer.
"I doubt you really got a spanking but if you want to avoid more trouble you can
make up to me by agreeing to let us whip you."
I thought she meant it to be literally like the picture and said, "Oh God, no.
How could I explain my ripped blouse and the red stripes?"
She grinned over the fact I had only objected to that and not the whipping
itself and said, "There won't be any ripped clothes or stripes. We will use
this. Here look at it. I made it myself out of an old leather skirt."
I took it and kept it under the table so no-one else could see it. It was a lot
like Don's whip except softer and not as thick.
I said, "It may not leave stripes but it would still make me so red my folks may
notice."
She grinned again since my objections were getting weaker and said, "That isn't
a problem. My folks are going out of town this weekend and I am having a slumber
party. You will have all night and the next day for the redness to fade."
I ran out of objections and said humbly, "If I do this will you promise to stop
making trouble for me?"
"Yes of course. And it will let you join our club."
I didn't give a damn about that most of the kids hated them for even having a
club but then I remembered How Don would have me for a whipping and said, "Will
I have to take off my clothes?
She was shocked and I hated myself for asking. Obviously it had not occurred to
her. She recovered quickly though saying, "Of course. You couldn't even feel
that little whip over clothes."
Suddenly the boys stared at me excitedly and I kind of wished my big boobs
weren't pushing out my blouse.
Now the idea really embarrassed me and I said, "If I don't do this will you
really plant drugs on me?"
"For sure. There are gobs of opportunities. You have to change for gym and the
gym lockers don't have locks."
She had me. I gulped and said, "Okay if I have to."
"Believe me you have to do it. You will get an invitation in the mail and Bill
and I will pick you up at eight."
A few days later we recived an expensive engraved invitation saying,
You are invited to a chaperoned party at our house Saturday night followed by
swimming and tennis Sunday. Bring Your nightie and overnight kit. Entertainment
will be provided.
I gulped knowing I was the entertainment. Don was overjoyed saying, "Great
Allene. You got into the snooty set. Now maybe I will be able to join the
country club which could get me a lot of business. For God's sake don't make
anyone mad."
He jumped into his car to get me a more respectable nightie and came back with
thick cotton pajamas with Mickey Mouse on them. I was sure the snooty girls
would laugh at them but I sure as hell couldn't wear the transparent ones.
My fear built up all the next day and I was so shaky she had to help me button
the little pearl buttons of the party dress Don bought for me.
Jodie and Bill picked me up promptly at eight. I was told they had to wait until
her parents were on the plane and couldn't come back.
To my surprise they were real friendly and complimented my dress although Jodie
was wearing a more sophisticated black coctail dress.
All I could think of was my upcoming whipping and finally got up the nerve to
ask how many lashes I would have to take.
Jodie just grinned and said "Oh you will determine that."
That relieved me a little and I began to think about the minimum they may let me
get away with.
At the party there were the three other girls in her "club" with their boy
friends and three stag boys Jodie said were from the exclusive prep school in
town. She immediately took me over to the punch bowl and said, "Have a drink. It
may help you later. It is vodka and orange juice. It is good for you."
I had never tried anything but a beer but a drink appealed to me and I drank one
of the little crystal cups and refilled it.
She took me over to meet the prep boys and they stared though my clothes letting
me know that Jodie had told them I would be naked later.
The stero was going and one of them asked me to dance. I chugged down the drink
and took his arm. Thank God I had danced along with the people on MTV so I
didn't look like a fool.
After the dance I made my way back to the punch bowl but Jodie said, "That will
be your last one. We don't want you numb. Do we?"
I had barely finished it and was feeling a little giddy when Jodie turned off
the stereo to say. "Bill has everything ready for our entertainment. Shall we go
to the back lawn?"
There was almost a stampede to the door. Jodie took my arm to lead me out and I
began to tremble knowing my ordeal was about to start.
We went out to the back lawn and I saw Bill had parked the cars in a semi-crcle
to brightly light a big walnut tree that had a rope with wrist cuffs hanging
down ominously.
They brought me out under the cuffs then Jodie said, "Okay allene. Take off the
clothes and do it slow. The boys want to be teased."
I put it off as long as I could starting with my shoes then reaching under my
dress to pull off the pantyhose without showing anything but my legs then I
froze. Jodie said nastily. "get on with it!"
I whined. "I can't do the buttons."
One of the prep boys yelled, "I'll help!"
He stepped behind me to unbutton the little buttons clear to my waist then
slowly pulled down the dress little by little, The trasnsparent slip didn't hide
my uplift bra that barely covered my nipples my flat tummy and finally the white
panties that under the bright light I was sure would be transparent. I trembled
and blushed. When the dress was on the ground I stepped out of it while the boy
pulled down my slip to let it puddle at my feet. Then I stood there hoping my
near nudity would satisfy them since the boys were cheering and applauding the
sight of me.
Jodie yelled, "The rest of it."
I sobbed and took off the bra to more cheers at my 34C boobs which were as big
or bigger than any of the other girls.
I froze again until Jodie yelled, "The panties too. Damnit!"
In embarrassment I slowly slid them down not realizing the slow journey to
reveal my pussy was just what they wanted. When they were at my knees I let go
of them to let them puddle at my feet. "Some boy yelled, "Yay! She has a shaved
pussy and it is a sweet one."
I swear I blushed to my toes then Jodie and Bill added to my embarrassment by
taking my arms and leading me closer to the goup where boys reached out to
fondle my boobs and pussy while making crude comments. I was almost glad to be
led away from them to the tree where the cuffs they had made out of dog collars
lined with sheepskin were buckled on my wrists.
Bill went by the tree to pull me up until I was on tip toes. In spite of my
embarrassment I felt flattered when someone said, "Jesus. She is fucking
beautiful!"
Jodie came over to me and said, "Remember I told you that you would determine
your punishment. Pick a card out of this deck with your teeth. Number cards are
the number Jack is eleven, Queen twelve King thirteen and ace fourteen."
I leaned my head forward to the deck she had fanned out with both hands and
prayed for a deuce. I was not that lucky. I got a ten. I found out much later
that it was a pinochle deck with the lowest number a nine.
She yelled out" A Ten!"
I thought that ten might not be too bad. Certainly not as bad as the cane but
then she yelled, "Okay gang. Line up. Five on the front and five on the back."
God. I was no Math whiz but even I knew that was a hundred and ten lashes. I
began crying as they lined up.
There was a sting on my butt followed closely by another across my belly. I was
amazed. Sure it stung but not as bad as Don's hand.
The lashes began rangeing up and down my body from my shoulders to mid thigh but
the only ones that stung really bad were the ones across my nipples. With my
legs together My clitoris was protected and the skin of my groin was no more
sensitive than my tummy.
I was moaning and sobbing but as it went on and on the stings seemed to radiate
deep inside me and to my groin to create fantastic excitement. Someone was
yelling out the count and when it got to a hundred I was into multiple orgasms.
I am sure they thought my trembling and pulsating body was just a reaction to
the pain.
The Jody yelled, "I get the last ten. Hold her guys!"
Bill and a prep guy grabbed my ankles and pulled them apart until I was nearly
doing the splits. Obviously the juices of my pussy glistened in the bright light
because some guy yelled excitedly, "Jesus! She is getting off on this! Her pussy
is dripping!"
Jodie said,"Let's see how she like this!"
She brought the whip up fom the ground like a softball pitcher to make the
lashes snap into my gaping pussy. The sting was unreal but it just brought me to
a higher plateau of orgasm. She began a routine of pussy, breast, pussy, breast
until I fainted from a gigantic orgasm.
When I came to they had looped my slip under may armpits and I was supported in
a loose standing position by a rope to the chandelier. My whole body felt like
it was sunburned. I felt greasy hands all over me and heard Jodie say, "I hope
this sunburn lotion works. We have to have her skin normal by tomorrow."
Incredibly the greasy hands running over my nipples, tummy, pussy and inner
thighs excited me again! someone said, "Christ. She is getting excited again.
She loves this!
A prep boy said, "I know something she will like even better!"
He jerked off his elastic waisted pants and his shorts in one motion. His hard
cock flipped up to snap the head into his belly button. I had never seen a hard
dick before. The books in sex ed always showed them soft and so were the statues
at the museum.
He pushed it down with his hand and drove it into my now wet and greasy slit. I
swore it went all the way to my stomach but it felt wonderful as he thrust it in
to his balls then out until the head nearly came out until I was in orgasm
again.
This started an orgy, Clothes were coming off everyone to be thrown to the floor
and couples were fucking in chairs, couches and on the floor.
But I was fucked more than anyone as the prep boys took turns. At one point
there was a dick in my pussy and butt hole at the same time which drove me wild.
It changed my life. After that I had so many dates I could pick and choose and
now I don't even care if Don whips me. I only hope the sharper stings will raise
me to even greater heights.
Mom's flowers came up real nice I wanted to suck up to my math teacher a
little I cut a bunch for her. She was delighted which made me happy dince I
needed all the help I could get in math. I guess I should have been a little
more selective though. instead of taking one or two flowers from each plant I
kind of denuded the ones close to the sidewalk.
When I got home Mom was pissed! She said how could you ruin my flowers! They
looked so pretty and now there is a big hole! If it woulddn't get me into
trouble I would tell Don!"
I felt lucky at that but tried to explain I needed brownie points with my
teacher. She still was pissed saying I could have at least spread out the
cutting.
She didn't have to tell Don. He noticed it on the way in and asked her what had
happened. Mom, the wimp, told him while crying.
He stared at me and said, "Your Mom has already been punished by your
thoughtlessness but you haven't. You will taste phase four."
I don't know what got into me. "I screamed, "I didn't hurt the damn flowers!
They will grow back. I needed them to give to my Math teacher. Fuck You Don! I
don't care if I have to go to phase five. This is unfair!"
"You got it you little bitch! Alma you stay upstairs this may scare you. Allene
get downstairs, strip and wait on the roof. I will be down after I have had my
drink!"
The enormity of what I had done scared me so bad I cried all the way downstairs
but once I was naked I got mad at myself for being stupid. I put my hands on the
top part of the roof to get my tummy on the sharp top then swung around to let
my legs down. I was so mad at myself I didn't even try to grip the roof sides
and let all my weight down on my pussy and even rocked back and forth to make it
hurt even more.
The effect was not what I had planned at all! The granules sandpapering my labia
so close to my clit created a pain that was exciting me!
Don must have gulped his drink because he was lifting me off the roof in only a
few minutes to carry me over to the wrist cuffs hanging from the ceiling.
He really scared me by saying gruffly, "I will call the school tomorrow to get
you excused from gym calsses because your body will not be fit to display for a
few days."
When I was pulled up tight he felt my tight tummy, boobs and butt saying. "Good
the skin is tight enough to really let you feel the whip." That brought back my
crying and trembling.
He moved to my side and began backhanding the front and forehanding the back of
my thighs. I suddenly realized he was not the expert at punishment he thought he
was. Sure the whip stung bad but it was not nearly as bad as the cane. He aimed
carefully to let red lines move up my thighs about an inch apart. The stings
were creeping up but the pain was radiating and seemed to converge at my pussy.
Believe it or not I was almost disappointed my hips protected my vaginal lips.
As the stings moved up my tummy to my boobs my excitement was peaking and I
didn't scream until the terrible one across both nipples. Then he was at the top
of my boobs and stopped!
Jesus I was just at that terrible, wonderful feeling just before orgasm and was
about to ask for more when he suddenly slapped his hand into my pussy letting
the middle finger slip in between the lips and slide on my clitoris.
I made a low moan and pushed against his hand.
His eyes widened and he exclaimed, Jesus! You are getting off on this!!"
I could only moan, "Yes. More!"
He began flipping the whip into my pussy and when I only pummped my hips in
response he began letting the tip go into my splayed open slit. The sting and
drag on my clit threw me into a monster orgasm that rocked my whole body!
It must have been too much for him because he dropped his pants and drove his
huge schlong deep inside my dripping pusssy. It was dejavu the slumber party
except his dick was so much bigger than the boys and he lasted a lot longer to
let me orgasm about three more times befor he began flooding my pussy with his
sperm.
He stepped back to stare at my striped, panting, sweaty body for a moment then
pulled up his pants to take out a handkerchief to wipe my pussy saying, "We
won't tell your Mom about the fucking. Will we? It can be our little secret."
By that time my breathing was near normal so I could say, "I won't tell her. She
would never let us be alone together again."
He unbuckled me and carried me over to the mattress to rest but even though the
ticking was not that rough it irritated my raw skin and I just rested on my
knees until Mom came down to help me upstairs for the cool tub she had prepared.
When she saw my striped body and especially all of them running together on my
breasts and pussy she said, "Oh you poor baby! It won't be that bad again. I
think Don must feel guilty because the other times whipping us made him horny
and this time he just went to bed alone.
I smiled knowing the truth was that I had totally fulfilled him.
The cool bath worked again to stop the burn and when I got out Mom dabbed my
skin with a soft towel to dry me then had me stand in my room while she got the
salve.
She started on my breasts and her soft hands felt so good as they caressed in
circles I felt like purring but then she began rubbing my nipples which
instantly sprung to life and the just good feeling became very erotic. She
didn't even seem to notice the nipples becoming erect and vibrating as her
thumbs flipped them. She just started down my stomach to caress those welts but
all I could think of was that those fabulous soft fingers were working their way
down to my crotch.
She was there and now my vaginal lips were squirming and opening and closing as
her fingers rubbed over them. Now the soothing aspect was gone to be overtaken
completely by rising excitement.
She said, "How could he hurt this sweet little pussy," and kissed it! I went
crazy and grabbed the back of her head to drive her lips into me. She managed to
pull back to look up at me and said, "Oh god honey. This is sick! Are you sure
you want it?"
I was so excited I could only nod and pulled her head against me again. Suddenly
it was not just Her lips! Her tongue began swirling around my clitoris and it
felt so wonderful I closed my eyes and trembled as waves of excitement went
through me. At my first orgasm I opened my eyes and was shocked to see Don
standing at the door watching us!
I blushed and pushed her away. The smile left his face and he said, "Alma! What
are you doing! You could be arrested for this!"
Mom just sunk to sit on her legs and sobbed, "Oh God. I don't know what
happened. I just meant to comfort her! I'm sorry. I am so sorry!"
He grabbed her hair to force her to look at his glowering face and said."You
know you deserve very harsh punishment for this don't you?"
She sobbed, "Oh yes! I will never be able to forgive myself if I am not
punished. Make me hurt as I have never beeen hurt before."
His voice became softer but no less menacing as he said." You will be able to
forgive yourself. Now go down and strip and get on the roof."
She ran out of the room sobbing, I am sure to escape his accusing eyes. I tried
to explain she had not hurt me but he said, "You are too young to know the
terrible things she may have done to your psyche. She might have turned you into
a lesbian! You will help with her punishment so she will know that you were a
victim!"
He hugged me to him and kissed me and to my shame I only regetted the shirt he
had on that kept me from feeling his body hair making my sensitive skin tingle
as it had after my whipping.
He led me downstair where Mom was desperately trying to hold her crotch off the
sharp roof by pressing her hands into it with stiff arms.
That made him angry and he said, "Try to cheat will you!" He went to the wall
and brought back two wrist cuffs with weights on them so heavy his arms were
pulled down straight and buckled them on to her ankles to let them drop. She
screamed as the weight pulled her into the sharp top so hard a wrinkle formed
above her slit. We left her there screaming and sobbing and went back upstairs.
He sat in his big chair and told me to make him a drink. That was easy since it
was just ice, whisky and water. When I brought it to him he drank it in gulps
then he looked at my striped body and said, "Still sore?"
I shook my head and said, "Most of the pain is gone. It isn't like the cane."
"Good. You know a man can do anything a woman can do. Climb up on my chair with
your knees on the armrests."
I did which put his nose at my pubic bone. He grabbed my buttcheeks to pull me
into him and his huge tongue drove into my pussy and up and down the tender
inner lips and then began swirling around my clit. It was marvelous! I forgot
all about poor Mom being split in two by the evil roof. His hands left my butt
and I grabbed the back of his chair to continue pulling myself into that
marvelous tongue. Obviously he had removed his hands to slide down his pants
because just as I went into my first orgasm He pulled down on me as he directed
his big dick into my wet pussy. It was wonderful to be on top. I could squirm to
make it rub just where I wanted and could make the speed of his thusts faster as
I went into more orgasms.
I didn't notice when he came I only felt the loss as his soft dick escaped from
my pussy. He was a mass of sweat and was panting as he said, "God! Get me
another drink and make one for yourself."
We were so thirsty we gulped them down then he said, "You understand now that
your mother was leading you astray. Don't you?"
"Oh yes. I only want men. A woman could not finish me with a marvelous penis
like you did."
"Good! Then you understand why she must be punished?"
"Oh yes I could have become a lesbian, besides she knows she is guilty. Remember
she asked to be punished."
"Yes and she will get it. Let's go downstairs."
Mom was sobbing and leaning back to take some of the pressure off her clitoris
but I knew the pain to her tailbone would force her to rock back and forth as I
had.
She sighed in relief when he took off the weights. He picked up her limp body
and laid her over the barrel. I realized he was going to skip phase four and
five. She hardly noticed while he pulled her legs open to cuff them to the ends
of the barrel and only let out a small gasp as he tightened her arms to put her
into a back bend.
He looked at her stretched, sweaty body then said,"She looks too comfortable. Be
right back."
He came back carrying our straw Welcome mat.He grabbed her pussy lips to left
her up stretching them fiercely as she screamed to jam the mat under her ass. I
shuddered. I had accidentally pushed down on the mat once to get up from the
step and remembered how the sharp straws had felt like they would puncture my
palm. Now her much more tender butt was being forced into it.
He got the fishing rod end and handed it to me saying give her thirty-five
strokes. Ten to each breast and fifteen to her vaginal area. Hit hard unless you
want to take her place."
God I didn't want that! The first one to her right breast wasn't too hard but
even then the little round line circle left a terrible welt. It was her last
easy one because he said, "One more easy one like that and you will get
seventy!"
I showed no mercy even when he said,"Don't forget the nipples. At least two to
each one!"
The ones to her nipples brought agonized screams only surpassed by the three on
her exposed clit which made her faint. I stood there a moment staring at what I
had done. There were several places oozing blood from that terrible tip.
He took my mind off it by picking me up and carrying me upstairs. His dick was
rock hard and we barely made it to the carpet before he put me down on my back
and ripped off his clothes.
God he lasted forever, We fucked missionary style, me on top, doggy style, and
finally his dick lubricated by my pussy was shoved into my tiny anus. I was
afraid he had split me but even that was good as I discovered the hundreds of
sensitive nerves in my asshole. I must have cum a half dozen times maybe more.
Mom and I have had our roles reversed now. It is me that watches her like a hawk
to report any little error she makes because I know punishing her will excite
him enough to fuck my brains out.
Okay this is definitely THE END allene
