Step-Daughter, Mine

Chapter 1

I guess I’ve finally forced myself to admit I’m a sadist.  It has taken me years to emerge from the closet-sadist I suspected myself to be, all along.  Certainly, all the symptoms have been there for years, but it’s not easy admitting to yourself that you enjoy watching people being hurt, both physically and emotionally or, even worse, inflicting the pain yourself.

I went through my teens reading, and masturbating to, every BDSM magazine I could get my hands on from the downtown magazine emporium.  I knew what I was looking at was frowned upon by society (and my parents), so I found a special hiding place in the attic that no one ever discovered.

I got married at 23, straight out of college.  My wife was a pretty high school graduate that year, and things were rocky from the start.  I was just getting started in the real estate business. Portia, my wife, could only find work as a burger-flipper, so money was tight, and she managed what money I gave her poorly.  She always found some item of clothing each week, which took care of her allowance immediately, so that I ended up having to give her more money that was cutting into the household expenses.

  A couple of times I got so upset with her profligate ways and haphazard spending habits, I took her over my knees and, with panties lowered, spanked her until her butt was crimson and tears were streaming down her face. This had the effect of her not speaking to me for a week afterward on both occasions, so I quickly learned my lesson.

Portia had a gorgeous set of boobs, 36c’s, I think, and I loved playing with them and sucking away endlessly.  She enjoyed that part, but as soon as I’d bite her nice big nips or squeeze her breasts tightly, she’d scream and pull away, not surprisingly.   

At any rate, our immaturity and lack of similar interests doomed the marriage from the start, and, five years later, after counseling and myriad attempts to patch things up, she moved our baby son and herself halfway across the U.S., and we divorced.  I see them about twice a year, in a good year, and aside from a lighter paycheck due to child support, that part of my life is pretty much over.

I played the bar scene gig for a year or two and found one-night-stands weren’t fulfilling my wants and desires.  My mind kept flashing back to those BDSM magazines, and the similar porn I could find on the internet, and I knew I wouldn’t be happy until I was able to satisfy that sadistic itch that had been generated so many years before.

Eventually I heard of a club in the city that catered to my needs. It was appropriately dubbed the “Helldiver Club,” and one evening I showed up for the first time, amazed that there were twenty or so people there with interests similar to mine.  The drinks were flowing freely and, before the first hour was up, two or three half-drunken abusers had found a pain subject, and had her stripped and spanked in short order. I was enjoying the exhibition somewhat, but it didn’t seem very spontaneous, and I was wondering if this was a plan conceived to get the ball rolling.  Also I felt the passive individual was having far too much fun, contrary to what I felt was desirable.

As I was sitting at the bar watching, I was interrupted by a woman sitting next to me, who mumbled something about the scene before us being way too tame.  I looked over at her and was surprised to see a woman about my age in a slinky little strapless dress that showed off her assets in the best possible way. The cleft between her well-endowed chest went down, down, down, enhancing the size and tan of her breasts immeasurably.  I had to pull my eyes away from the chasm to look up at an attractively made-up raven-haired beauty with angular features and steely blue eyes.

“I was just thinking that very thing,” I exclaimed, feeling a little like Homer Simpson, after I realized that there were about 100 smarter retorts I could have made.  My statement didn’t seem to bother her in the least, and soon we were in a delightful conversation about the joys of being in charge and having the ability to humiliate a person totally.  I was, of course, not speaking from experience, but it was obvious she was.  Her name was Carla, and an hour and a half later, having downed three or four more whiskey sours, we had moved over to a cozy booth and were still discussing the virtues of being able to have complete control over an individual. 

Actually Carla was doing most of the talking, which didn’t bother me at all, since she was the one with the story to tell. I listened in fascination, but it became more and more obvious as the time passed, that she was finding me more than just a simpatico listener.  Whether it was the fact that I was a good listener, or she recognized a real comrade in arms, she opened up and told me much of her past life, the interesting part anyway. 

It seems she had grown up with one sibling, a brother a year younger than she, in an abusive family. Neither of her parents believed in “sparing the rod,” and it was seldom that she or her brother didn’t receive at least one or two spankings or whippings a week, often at the same time, at the hands of one or the other parent. Beatings were always given to them nude, and they were often severe. 

Carla resented these punishments heartily and vowed to find a way to escape her parent’s domination, as soon as she was old enough.  Her brother, Matt, on the other hand became totally docile at the hands of his parents, somehow convinced that he had misbehaved and was being rightfully punished for it.

Though she showed little interest in the difference in their anatomies when they were going through their prepubescent years, her interest increased greatly, when she became a teenager, especially after the time she noticed Matt getting an erection during a punishment being administered by their mother. Their mother called attention to Matt’s growing hard-on, calling him a dirty little boy and giving him twenty extra swats with the ping-pong paddle.

Carla wasted no time, as soon as their mother had left that same afternoon to do the grocery shopping.  She rushed to Matt’s bedroom and ordered him to take off his pants and shorts. He had become used to following her orders, as well as his parents’, so he shucked off his clothing and spent the next half hour watching Carla play with his penis, squeeze his balls somewhat painfully and rub his growing hard-on until he suddenly tensed up and shuddered.  He was still too young to produce semen, but Carla was fascinated with the results and, from that point on, continued to play with Matt’s penis whenever the opportunity arose.

Carla went away to college and, as soon as she graduated, moved out of the family home and found an apartment.  She found a job as a social worker, and found particular joy when she was assigned a case involving abuse of any kind, whether it involved degradation of children or wives.

It was during this period that she met a man, an international banker named Howard, who, as they dated, became infatuated with Carla.  She wasn’t in love with him, but liked his money a lot, and his constant attempts to woo her with expensive jewelry, weekend trips to the Bahamas, gorgeous clothes and lingerie, and even a new Ford Mustang to tool around in, eventually convinced her this was the guy for her.

Howard was a widower, whose wife had died in child-birth. He had a teen-aged daughter named Nancy.  Nancy was a pretty girl, very bookish, quiet and reserved.  Carla took an instant dislike to Nancy, but hid her dislike well, whenever Howard was around.  Soon she had moved in with them, and Howard doted on her even more, now that she was “part of the family.” Eventually he proposed to Carla, she accepted, of course, and they had a small wedding followed by a lavish reception.

Howard began going on more and more trips to foreign cities on business, sometimes being away for a week or two at a time. Carla used these opportunities to belittle Nancy, whenever she had the opportunity.  Nancy was sensitive enough that she took everything Carla said to heart, and she became more and more cowed as time went by.

Disaster struck when Howard’s plane crashed with all 182 people on board being killed on their way to Jakarta. Carla was furious when she found out that Howard had set up a large trust fund for Nancy, leaving only about $100,000 in the bank for Carla.  She had vowed to somehow get access to Nancy’s trust fund, as well.

“I’ve been playing games with her mind ever since Howard’s death. I can usually convince Nancy that she has misunderstood an order I’ve given her or disobeyed me in some way.  I’m only eight years older than she is, but she believes I have the right to punish her when she ‘misbehaves’, and I’ve been taking advantage of that fact as often as possible.  Yesterday I spanked her three times, once with a belt. She’s almost totally submissive to me now, and I mean to make it even worse for her as time goes by. I make her call me ‘Mummy’, even though I’m not, of course, just to make her feel more like a little girl who’s totally dependent on me. ”

I sat in awe as this female Machiavelli described her plans and dreams. Neither of us was feeling any pain, when she suddenly sat up and leaned over to whisper in my ear, even though there was no one else around.

“Want to come home with me and watch me discipline my sweet little step-daughter?”

I shook my head eagerly, and I suddenly felt Carla’s tongue inserting itself in my ear and digging far into my aural cavity.  I paid the bar tab, and we were off in Carla’s powder blue Mustang on our way to punish little Nancy for numerous imaginary offenses!

  Chapter 2

“Nancy!  Get yourself down here immediately!”

Moments later, a young girl appeared hesitantly at the top of the stairs.  She was dressed in shortie pajamas and a short thin robe that ended at mid-thigh. I could see the fear in her eyes, as she folded her hands in front of her covered crotch.

“I said, ‘Get down here!’ didn’t I?  Are you gonna play deaf as well as dumb, now?”

The girl, obviously Nancy, cautiously sidled her way down the steps until she was standing directly in front of Carla. She had almost shriveled up within herself as she made the descent and looked like nothing more than a frightened little girl, in spite of the fact that Carla had already told me she was repeating her junior year in high school.  The expression on her pretty face was one of abject fright.

“This is Mr. Donovan, a friend of mine.”

Nancy’s eyes swept quickly over to mine and then immediately back to Carla’s like a mouse that is about to be devoured by a hungry cat.

SLAP!  Carla’s hand collided noisily with the side of Nancy’s cheek. Within seconds the reddish imprint of Carla’s palm stood out, where she had smacked the young girl.

“Well, say ‘Hello’ to the man, you impolite thing!”

Nancy’s head lowered.

“HHHHeeelllooo, sir….”

“Before I left tonight, I told you no more than one light in here, didn’t I, Nancy?”

“Yeeess, Mummy.  But I was trying to read the television guide, and I turned this one on to check the listing. I forgot to turn it off afterward.”

SLAP!  SLAP!  “I know you’re not very smart, but one would think you could remember from one minute to the next to turn out a light.”

I took a moment to size up this shrinking violet.  As I said, she was pretty in a mousey sort of way, with straight brown hair cascading almost down to the middle of her back.  Her arms and legs were relatively thin and very white, as if she hadn’t been out in the sun for ages.  Her breasts looked a little like orange halves, at least from what I could tell, since they were covered by both her pj’s and her robe, and I could see just the hint of her nipples poking out of the middle of each boob.  Her feet were bare.

“Yesss…Mummy.  I’m sorry I forgot.”  Tears began to well in her eyes.

“That seems to be your excuse for everything anymore.”  Carla leaned over and felt the top of the television set.  “You just turned this off, when you heard the car pulling in just now, didn’t you?  The tv’s still warm. ……..Well, didn’t you! I told you to turn it off at nine, didn’t I?”

“I thought you told me I could listen until ten o’clock, Mummy.”

“All right!  That’s it, young lady!  Strip those clothes off…… NOW!...... NOT TOMORROW! “

“OH, please, Mummy, not in front of Mr….him!  Please, Mummy!”

“Are you arguing with me again, you ungrateful girl.  Get those clothes off now.  I’ve already doubled your spanking, thanks to your recalcitrance. OFF WITH THEM!”

Nancy began to slowly unbutton her robe and finally slid it off her shoulders.  The unbuttoning of her pajama tops was even slower until Carla’s voice shook the rafters with the announcement that the spanking had just tripled, thanks to Nancy’s ‘defiance’.  At this point Nancy’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears, as I watched her release the garment and let it float to the floor. Now she stood in the pj bottoms which barely covered her pubic area.

“The pants, too, girl.  I’m sure Mr. Donovan has seen naked girls before, and you’re no prize, I can tell you.”

Nancy, terrified that her punishment would be increased further rapidly slid her panties down to her ankles and stood there like ‘September Morn’, trying to hide her pubes without being obvious about it.

“Hands behind your head, dummy!  You know the rules!  You’re not allowed to hide your precious pussy.  Did you notice she’s totally hairless down there, Steve?’

I would have had a lot of trouble not noticing the hairlessness and enjoying seeing her pubic slit standing out in all its glory before me. I took a few moments longer to view the large pink labia on each side of that pretty crevasse.  My eyes then traveled north and glommed onto Nancy’s pretty little titties.  They did , in fact, resemble half oranges, but for the color, which was almost alabaster, and the cute little, well, not so little, pink nipples, which stood out about half an inch on each globe. The other similarity, I noticed, was that like an orange peel, her breasts were covered by goose-bumps, either from the coolness of the air-conditioner or the anxiety of the moment.   

“What do you do, shave the hairs now and then?“ “Hell, no!  We just pluck ‘em all out as they start to grow in.  The initial plucking was pretty painful, wasn’t it, Sweetie?”  With this, she grabbed some of Nancy’s cheek between her thumb and finger and shook it back and forth vigorously.

Nancy’s only response was a moan and a new flood of tears that began rolling down her cheeks.

“All right, because you’ve been so argumentative and crotchety, I’m gonna use the strap on you.  And to make sure you don’t move around a lot, I think we’ll have you lie across Mr. Donovan’s lap, so he can hold you firmly in place.”

“Ohhh, nnnooo, Mummmmy!  Please!  I’ll stay still. Pleeeease!”

“Okay, now you’ve quadrupled it!  I think we’ll just do an even 125, this time.  Now get over his lap.  NOW!!!”

Weeping copiously and whimpering, a miserable Nancy placed herself over my lap. I placed her so that her firm little boobs rubbed against the outside of my left leg.  Even with pants on, I could feel the delightful pressure of those soft protuberances jammed against me.  Nancy’s bare stomach was directly above my wand, which was magically growing harder and harder.  I reached both of my hands around Nancy’s far hip and pulled toward me.  I had no sooner gripped her side than I heard a swish above me and the first strike of Carla’s wide black belt on poor Nancy’s waiting buttocks.

The hapless teen let out a sort of ‘oof’ and her body grew rigid against mine. Very quickly I heard another swish and heard the splat of the belt striking Nancy’s backside.  This time her utterance was more like an ‘argggh’ and her body once again stiffened against me. When Carla pulled the belt away this time I saw the imprint of the first blow appearing as a glowing red stripe right across the middle of Nancy’s taut butt-cheeks.

By the tenth blow, the entire area of Nancy’s two nether globes was a ruby red color and her cries had turned to screeches. Each blow now caused Nancy’s head to rear back as she screamed out in pain.  Her arching back was causing delightful rubbing of those naked breasts against my left leg.  When I watched her head rear back, I could also see the flood of tears that streamed down both cheeks.

By the 50th blow, Nancy’s buttocks had turned splotchy with dark red and purple spots springing up all over the skin of her rear end.  Her utterances could no longer be described as screams, but more like modified wails of distress.

When Carla delivered the 100th smack, Nancy’s buttocks looked like two stove burners turned on high. Her head was no longer jerking back with each blow.  It hung down limply and she was issuing low moans that were barely audible.  I slid my left hand up under her sweaty armpit and reached in far enough to grab her right breast and pull her toward me, as if she had slipped out of position during her punishment. It felt so good I continued to grasp it through the rest of the strapping.  Nancy wasn’t about to object, I was sure.

By the 125th smack, Nancy lay limply on my lap and her reaction to the preceding 20 or so strikes had been little more than a slight raising of her backside with each wallop to her nether region.  Her arms hung to the floor and, I must admit, my hand had had a dandy feel of that soft boob I was using to keep the young lady in place.

It was all I could do to lift the somewhat lifeless body off of my lap and get her to stand on her own.  Nancy’s head still drooped limply and she looked as though she would fall to her knees at any moment.

“Now then!  I think the least you can do is thank Mr. Donovan for holding you on his lap and me for giving you such a thorough spanking, young lady!”

There was a moment’s pause, followed by a new flood of tears streaming down the teen’s face, before she finally drew in a breath.

“……Thhhank youuuuu, Mr. Donnnnovan.  Thhhhhank youuuu, Mummmmmy!”  She turned and slowly plodded her way up the stairs, not even bothering to pick up her discarded clothing before disappearing into her room.

Carla looked at me and smiled the wicked smile of someone who has just won the $100 lottery.

“Well, wasn’t that fun?”

I had to admit it was the culmination of every sadistic dream I’d ever had.

She smiled again and offered me a White Russian, which I accepted with alacrity.  We toasted each other, and Carla hinted that there was more fun to be had in the future if I was up for it. I greedily accepted her offer.

Chapter 3

I believe it was during this time that we began to fall in love with one another. Carla and I dated three times over the next two weeks.  I wined and dined her, and we had a wonderful time together.  Our senses of humor were similar, we both liked to watch sports on tv, and we were both dyed–in-the-wool lovers of pain, as long as it was someone else’s.

On our second date together, we went out to dinner and danced for a while, before I invited her to spend the night with me, and she accepted.  We were like two high-school kids driving back to my house, stopping occasionally to kiss each other deeply. I would begin feeling her up, trying to open her bra and she would laugh and move over to the far side of the front seat. Eventually we made it home and I had her clothes off before we reached the front door. Fortunately my neighbors were either watching the late show or had already gone to bed.

We fucked each other in the front hallway, then retired to the bedroom, where I amazed myself by being able to screw her again before we made it to the bed. I was awakened the next morning by a very talented mouth nibbling at my flaccid penis. It remained that way for only a minute more, before I was rutting away at Carla like a madman.  We ate breakfast in the nude and spent the afternoon lying naked on the living room couch, watching a baseball game, dozing, and necking gently. One would never guess our predilection for inflicting pain, based on our actions over that eighteen hour period, but then, what would two sadists do to each other?  

It was also this period of time that allowed Nancy to heal, in preparation for the next session, whenever that would be. For myself, I felt a certain excitement , knowing that there would be other sessions, but I was careful during this time not to try to impose my will on Carla.  I waited anxiously for her to decide when that time would be.

Exactly two weeks to the day from our first punishment of Nancy, I took Carla out to dinner and on the way back to her house, she asked if I was in the mood for some agony-infliction. She explained that she had had an audio/visual camera set up by a professional in Nancy’s room, while she was in school the previous week. It was beautifully hidden but managed to observe almost the entire room.

That morning she had been awakened by the sound of Nancy’s hard breathing, and, when she checked the monitor next to her bed, she saw Nancy, completely naked, lying on the bed diddling herself.  Throwing on a robe she had walked to Nancy’s room and entered as though she was just happening by and stopping in to give Nancy an order of some kind.

When she had entered, Nancy was moaning loudly in the beginning throes of an orgasm and had one hand playing with the nipple of one breast and the other rubbing away between the lips of her vagina. Carla feigned total surprise, as Nancy tried desperately, but unsuccessfully, to cover herself with her hands. Carla said the expression on Nancy’s face was that of a deer in the headlights.

Carla said she screamed some obscenity, then rushed over and slapped Nancy as hard as she could across her cheek. Nancy had shrunk up into the fetal position, as Carla had begun ranting about dirty little girls pleasuring themselves.  When she had finished ranting, she had told Nancy that she would deal with her later that evening and strode out of Nancy’s bedroom, slamming the door loudly. She knew that this would give Nancy about ten hours of fearful anxiety and give Carla the opportunity to have me there when the punishment began.

When we arrived at Carla’s she fixed us a couple of wine coolers, and we sat down in the living room.  Carla called out to Nancy to come downstairs.  Nancy appeared at the top of the stairs, this time clad in full-length pajamas and her short robe, looking frightened, and she gasped slightly, when she saw me sitting there. She slowly descended the steps, eventually ending up standing meekly before her tormentor.

“Do you know why I called you down, Nancy?”

“Yes, Mummy.”

“Well, suppose you tell Mr. Donovan why I called you down.”

Nancy must have literally shrunk two inches as she looked over at me with misting eyes, then back at Carla.

“Oh, no, Mummy, please.  I couldn’t! Oh, please!”

“You’re just making your punishment that much worse by refusing to do as I say.  Now, if you don’t want me to get the strap again, you’d better start talking!”

“Well….I…Oh, please, Mummy.”

Carla leapt from her seat and slapped Nancy with a resounding blow across the cheek.

“Do you want more, little girl?”

Nancy, tears beginning to flow down her face, shook her head ‘no’ and Carla sat down.

“Well…I….was in my room…and I….was playing with…myself.”

“Playing with yourself! Monopoly?  Hearts?  Tell him what you were doing, girl. Exactly!”

“I was…stimulating myself with my hands, sir.”

“Bullshit!  You were diddling your pussy with one hand and playing with your nipple with the other hand.  Say it!”

I feigned surprise, by uttering an ‘Oh, no!’ and leaning back with an awed expression on my face.

“Say it, girl, unless you want the belt 125 times like last time!”

Nancy’s face turned a deep red before she finally answered.

“I…I…was…diddling…myself…my..puuuusssy…and playing…playing with my… my…nipple..Ohhhh!…”

“All right, now I want you to take off all of your clothes..RIGHT NOW!”

In abject sorrow Nancy began to disrobe as slowly as possible, until Carla growled at her to ‘move it along, we don’t have all night,’ at which point she began tearing her pajamas off rapidly. Soon she was standing before us, au natural, with both hands covering her denuded  crack, until Carla slapped her hands and warned her to keep her hands behind her neck.

Then, to make the moment even more miserable for her young charge, Carla waited a good two minutes, as our eyes feasted on those delicious–looking mammaries and Nancy’s flagrantly exposed pussy lips. She continued to cry incessantly as her embarrassment at being stared at increased.  Finally Carla ordered her to lie across my lap, which immediately brought a confused look to Nancy’s face.

“I’m letting Mr. Donovan do the honors tonight.  I think his hands are stronger than mine, and he can probably give you the kind of beating that a bad-girl-pussy-fingerer deserves. And keep those hands behind your neck!”

With some difficulty Nancy reluctantly maneuvered herself over to my knees, before lowering herself awkwardly across my thighs.  Once she was in position, I felt obliged to reach my hand around to grasp her right breast with my left hand to ensure she didn’t slip off my lap.

For the next fifteen minutes I belabored Nancy’s buttocks, pausing only occasionally to stop for a few moments to look at the artwork I was producing.  I made a point of spanking not only her cheeks, but her thighs all the way down to the knees.  The result was a beautiful even redness extending all the way from the top of her butt cleft down to the backs of her knees.

Nancy started off bucking gently as my hand hit her skin, moaning slightly, but, as the smacks continued, the moans became pleas and shrill blabbering, and the bucking turned to wide-open-leg fluttering.  Obviously she was past worrying about her modesty and was offering me a wonderful display of female vaginal anatomy, the rear lips of her vagina opening, as though in invitation.

Apparently Carla was finding the display entertaining, too, because she began to smile at me, looking down at Nancy’s pornographic display once in a while and nodding her head.  In the meantime, Nancy had begun sputtering and hiccupping, with slobber dripping from her mouth onto the floor.

By the end of fifteen minutes Nancy’s behind looked as if it had been cooked on a grill on medium rare temps.  I took my hand away from her right breast and slid it over her back to grab onto her left boob, in order to help her rise.  I’m so thoughtful that way!

When she was finally standing, she just stood there dripping tears and drool, bent slightly at the waist.

“Now, you wicked girl, I want you to show Mr. Donovan what you were doing, when I came in your room this morning.”

Nancy’s eyes darted to look at Carla as though she had just asked her to burn the house down.

“NNnnooo!  You can’t mean it! Oh, pleaaaase, Mummy.  Don’t ask me to do that!”

“I’m not ASKING you, child!  I’m TELLING you! Get those hands busy, unless you want another dose of spanking, ‘cause my hands are just itching to work on you for a while. Maybe if you’re made to show everybody what a filthy-minded tart you are, you’ll think twice about fingering your slit, whenever the urge hits you. Get that hand in there and start playing with yourself.”

I would not have believed that Nancy had any more tears left to shed, but a steady stream of waterworks began coursing down her face to drip lazily onto her now sopping breasts. As she vocally began sobbing loudly, one hand slid to her left breast to begin manipulating a hardened nipple, while the other hand lowered to separate her labia and begin massaging the upper part of her vulva.

Nancy’s efforts to fake bringing herself off were stymied, when Carla told her she could tell she was pretending to reach a climax, so she had to finger herself for a good eight to ten minutes, before it was obvious she was actually feeling an oncoming orgasm. When it actually came, it was obvious that she was trying to hold back on her reactions, but she couldn’t hide the trembling of her body or hold back from some deep panting and whimpering.

When she had finally completed her restrained climax, Carla ordered her to pick up her clothes and go to bed, which she did with haste and much sobbing. Carla and I waited a few minutes before rushing to her bedroom to make mad passionate love a couple of times, before we fell into a deep sleep lying curled up together. It was definitely one of the best love sessions I’d ever experienced, and Carla reinforced my feelings the next day, when we relived the memories of the evening, as we lazily satisfied each other in a delightful 69 before rising.

Chapter 4                             

I waited a whole three weeks before I proposed to her and she gleefully accepted.  Since we both had been married before, we only wanted a simple wedding. We found a small local non-denominational church and set the date for a month later.  My brother flew down from Wisconsin to be my best man, and Carla, in a nice sadistic switch had Nancy, of all people as her maid-of-honor.  We could tell that Nancy was deploring every moment, which made it all excruciatingly enjoyable for both Carla and me. 

We all partied at a local bistro for the evening, both of us getting a nice buzz as the evening progressed.  I made certain to ply Nancy with enough beer (it didn’t take much) to loosen her up without making her sick. My brother had to fly back to Green Bay early the next morning, so we all parted about 10:30 and headed for home.

As soon as we got in the front door, Carla started in on Nancy.

“Well, you certainly were the life of the party tonight, weren’t you, Chickie? I was ashamed to be around you.  You moped and stewed all evening long. Get that dress off right now! I never thought I’d have to punish you on my wedding night, but you certainly have it coming to you. You pouted and grimaced throughout the ceremony, and it only got worse during the party afterward. Now the petticoat…and the bra…AND panties!  That’s better. Ugly as you are, you do look better naked.  And that naked slit of yours just points up, even more, how childish you act.

Spread those legs, little girl. FARTHER! Let’s really take a look at that snatch.  God, even with ‘em spread you can’t see the inner lips.  The only thing that gives away your age is these little boombas on your chest, and they’re nothing to write home about.

Nancy’s eyes, once again, were brimming with tears.  Her lips were curled up in the twisted position one usually gets them when they’re trying to avoid crying.  To make Nancy even more self-conscious, Carla got down on her knees so that her eyes were only inches from Nancy’s cunt. Her fingers then extended up to unfold Nancy’s labia, so that she could peer at Nancy’s inner workings without obstruction.  That was the moment that Nancy found to break into sobs and moans, and the tears began racing down her cheeks, as she felt the degradation of being fingered by her step-mother.

Carla didn’t let it go at that, though. Her index finger delved between the puffy lips and began running up and down the entire crack. Finally, pulling her finger away from Nancy’s closed slit, she stood and raised the intruding finger to Nancy’s lips.

“Suck it, bitch. I don’t want your putrid scent anywhere near me!”

The teary girl took Carla’s finger between her lips and licked for several seconds.

“Now, I have a special treat for you tonight, sweet-cheeks. Earlier today I cut off a few sprigs from the willow tree outside, and they’re just waiting to see what the inside of that twat of yours looks like.”

It took Nancy a few moments to assimilate this information, before she realized she was about to be switched between her legs.

“Oh, Oh, noooo, please.  I’ll be good.  Please!”  She started to back away from Carla, who looked at me, nodded her head, and I knew enough to grab the petrified girl from behind, forcing her to her knees, and eventually onto her back, pressing her arms by her side, until she was lying prone on the carpet.

“Now, you can make it easy on yourself and bend your legs back until you can grab your ankles with your hands up by your shoulders, or Steve can hold them up there for you.”

  Her reaction was to try to shake herself loose from me, struggling with all her might to break my hold on her arms. That prompted Carla to grab Nancy’s legs and begin pushing them back toward me until I could grab her ankles and spread Nancy’s legs far apart, away from her shoulders. I felt a bit like I was trying to break the turkey wishbone on Thanksgiving, as I spread the legs farther and farther apart.

Soon Nancy’s vulva was split to the point that we could see, not only her outer and inner lips, but her little vaginal hole was peeping open, as well.

Carla wasted no time finding the wisps of willow cuttings she had set aside and was soon standing a few feet south of Nancy’s wide-spread legs, looking maniacally down at the proffered target. Moments later the first of the strokes from the green whip-like strands landed splat on the weeping girl’s stretched pussy lips, evoking an unholy scream from the victim.

The torment and the screaming didn’t cease until Carla had hit her target an even dozen times, at which point Nancy’s pubic area looked like a red rubber deflated ball.  At a signal from Carla that she was done, I released Nancy’s twitching legs, and we helped the suffering girl up from the floor.

Carla was not quite finished with her hostage, however.  Grabbing the weeping girl by both of her erect nipples, Carla drew herself in until they were almost touching noses, and she spat her words out at her weeping victim.

“I want to see a different attitude from you from now on, Cookie! I want to see smiles and offers to help around the house. A whole new attitude or your life is gonna get worse and worse. Got it?”  With this she twisted and squeezed both of Nancy’s nipples cruelly.

Nancy could only gasp and shake her head in the affirmative, at which point Carla let her stagger up to her bedroom.  A few moments later Carla suggested I’d probably find it fun to take some ointment up and apply it to Nancy’s tender crotch. I shook my head in the affirmative and started for the medicine cabinet, but she stopped me before I got further than a few feet away.

“Steve, you can have all the fun you want with that girl, whenever you want, except for screwing her.  That department is mine and mine alone. Beat her, spank her, get her to suck your cock, devour her tits, French her, give her enemas,  or whatever you want, but I’m the only one that fucks you! Okay!”

I said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Babe!” and took the ointment and walked upstairs.

When I got to Nancy’s room, the lights were out and I could hear her gently sobbing on her bed. I turned on the light. Nancy sat up as though she’d just heard a gunshot. I moved over to the bed and sat on the edge.  I extended the ointment jar to her and said as softly as possible, “I’m here to help you feel better. I’m sorry you got treated so badly. You could see I had to do what Carla said.  She runs things around her.  I guess you noticed.”

The tears started flowing in buckets at that point and I took Nancy’s hand and held it gently. In a moment she was hugging me for all she was worth.  For a moment she’d found an ally. I guess I’m a better actor than I thought.

I hugged her back, finding the feel of her breasts digging into my chest very titillating, in every sense of the word.  We continued to hug for close to a minute, as I rubbed her back and said soothing words, enjoying the feel of those tits squeezing against me. Nancy was obviously tremendously gullible, apparently seeking a friend at any cost, and I planned on promoting that need as long as I could.

I explained I had some ointment to put on that should relieve some of the pain. She told me she would put it on and thanked me. I told her that if she trusted me she would let me apply it. She hesitated for some time, and I began to think I’d lost the battle.

I said, once again, as gently as I could, “Please let me show you I’m here to help you. Trust me, please.”  Bursting out in tears once again, she quietly lay back on the bed and spread he legs slightly.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to spread them a lot farther apart.”  Again she hesitated a moment before she spread them so that her feet hit the edges of each side of the bed.

Her labia were badly swollen and very red. The inner lips, too, were crimson. I opened the jar, took out a dollop and gently applied it to the outer lips first.  Even so there was a start and a pained sigh, as I began to spread the goo over both bloated lips. I extended my ministrations all the way down to her perineum, before moving back up the labia with my thumb and forefinger.

Getting more lotion on my fingers, I moved to her inner lips and soothed both sides of those lips, before inserting my finger between them.  Nancy made a move to stop me, but I took her wrist with my other hand and continued probing. She eventually pulled her hand away and let me continue.

When I found her clitoris, there was a sharp intake of air, but I was pretty certain it wasn’t from pain.  As I continued moving my finger over the little knob, within moments Nancy whole body began to shake and she started making rather loud groans, which very shortly turned to shrill outcries of pleasure. I had no doubt Carla could hear them, and there would be no doubt that they were not exclamations of pain. I continued rubbing gently, watching Nancy’s body almost going into convulsions.  Her commotion turned finally to shouts of pleasure as her orgasm took hold and her whole body trembled  in ecstacy.

I pulled my hand away and watched Nancy’s broad smile of satisfaction, knowing it was likely to be the last smile on her face for some time.  I put the top back on the jar of ointment, rose, turned out the light and went to report to Carla that I had a new friend.