Making Diane’s Life Miserable

Chapter 1

Abby was coming downstairs, when she heard her father’s austere voice coming from the living room. She quickly ducked behind the dining room curtain, affording her a full view of the living room without being seen.

“I am sick and tired of your shenanigans, Diane. Your mother said you used to be a sweet, pretty, cooperative young girl, when I married her five years ago, but since her death last year you’re an entirely different person. You’ve become reclusive, difficult to talk to, secretive and just generally unpleasant to be around. I know her death has been difficult for you, it’s been hard for all of us, but we can’t go on like this.”

“Tough titty, Daaaaddy!”

Abby’s father slapped his step-daughter with enough force to turn her head all the way to the side, and the sound of the slap reverberated throughout the room.

“You will not speak to me like that, young lady! Now, I’ll get right to the point. Last night you snuck out of here after midnight and didn’t come home until after seven this morning. Where did you go?”

“I was hungry for a Big Mac, so I went down to get myself something to eat at Mickey D’s. How’s that for an answer?”

SLAP!

“Don’t you lie to me, young lady, and I use the word advisedly. When you came home you were half dressed and your makeup was smeared all over your face.’

“I’m a sloppy eater!”

SLAP! SLAP! “All right, that’s it Remove everything you’re wearing. You’ve just earned yourself the whipping of your life.”

“You can’t whip me! You’re not my father!”

“I’m the next best thing until someone else comes along! Get those clothes off!”

“Screw you!” Diane turned to leave.

Abby watched as her father grabbed Diane’s ponytail and yanked up on it, generating an almighty scream from the teen. At the same time she saw him begin to rip her blouse from her shoulders, as buttons began popping all over the room. Soon her blouse slipped from her shoulders.

“Okay, Okay! I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” Tears began to well up in the teen’s pretty blue eyes.

Diane began rapidly unbuttoning her jeans and sliding them down her legs. Quickly her bra and panties followed. As Diane stood before her step-father defiantly, Abby stared at her with rampant jealousy. Diane had the body of a model, svelte but with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were the size of large oranges, her hips were curvy, and her legs would be the envy of any female, muscular and tanned. As for her face, every time Abby saw her, she was reminded of a young Grace Kelly.

“Now, bend over and grab your ankles.” As Diane was following his instructions, Abby’s father unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops at his waist. Abby found the scene before her one of the most erotic things she’d ever seen.

Diane’s tits were pressed sensually up against her shins and her buttocks stuck up in the air, as if inviting someone to fondle them. From where she stood Abby could even see the fleshy grotto at the apex of her thighs, the fat lips separated by her wide vaginal gash.

Abby watched as her father’s hand swung back and then rapidly tore into the proffered hind end being offered up so flagrantly. The ensuing crack of the belt hitting Diane’s butt cheeks was almost immediately followed by an eerie screech from the suffering girl. These cries from her yawning mouth continued as the beating increased in number and intensity, becoming louder and more and more pitiful as the belt continued up and down her buttocks and thighs.

Obediently Diane kept her hands fastened to her ankles, but her face peered up at her step-father and she began imploring him to stop. After some twenty-five applications to her rear, he ordered her to stand. Her buttocks and thighs were now covered with red stripes and intermittent ridges of white. As the girl, tears still streaming down her face, rubbed the painful area, she reached for her panties.

“Leave them! That part of your punishment was for sneaking out to screw whoever you screwed. Now I’m going to punish you for your smart-ass lying to me. Hands behind your neck…..Now!”

“Oh, no, please, Roger. I’ll behave from now on. I promise.” The tears started coursing down Diane’s cheeks in rivulets.”

“I hope you will, and maybe this next part will reinforce that. Hands behind your neck, NOW!”

Reluctantly Diane slowly clasped her hands together at her neck. This, of course, caused her already prominent tits to expand before her, as if she were offering them to her tormentor.

The first swipe of his belt hit Diane’s defenseless boobs directly across the nipples, and, at the same time, she was letting out an almighty howl, dropping quickly to her knees. Her hands left her neck to try to soothe her stinging udders.

“Up! Up! I didn’t give you permission to kneel!”

Still rubbing her mammaries gently, Diane looked up at her stepfather and pleaded.

“Pleeeease don’t hit me there, again. It …HUUUUURTS so much!”

“It’s meant to…now get up. Hands behind your neck.”

Sobbing and crying inexorably, Diane finally rose and slowly twined her fingers together at the back of her neck. She gazed at her persecutor like a gazelle about to be torn apart by a pack of lions.

He surprised her, however, by bringing the belt down across her stomach and followed it with a swift blow across her hips. These hurt terribly, but not nearly as much as the first stroke to her poor breasts. And that’s where the next strike came, again directly over her nipples. This time her hands came away from her neck, and she dropped to her knees again, but the hands went up in supplication, pleading with him to stop.

“Ohhhh, GODDDDD, please, no more. I’ll be good. I prommmmmise I won’t sneak out again.”

“All right. Get your clothes and go to your room. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the day. And you’d better straighten up, or we’ll have a lot more sessions like this.”

“Yes sir. Thank you, Roger.” Diane swept her clothes up and ran naked to her room, carefully closing the door without slamming it. Roger sat, exhausted, in his big easy chair. Abby slipped from behind the curtain she’d been standing behind and almost raced into the living room to sprawl across her father’s lap.

“Oh, God, Daddy. That was so exciting! I could hardly keep from playing with myself. I’m guessing from the hard-on that’s sticking into my butt, that you kind of enjoyed it, too.” Abby stuck her tongue in her dad’s ear and wiggled it around.

She whispered, “Every time I see that bitch I want to hit her. She’s gotten so stuck up. And when I see those tits of hers I get so jealous. How come she got oranges for boobs, and I got plums. It’s not fair!”

Roger’s hand slid up to the top of her robe and insinuated itself between the folds to catch hold of Abby’s waiting breast, easily encompassing much of its volume.

“Well, I happen to like your little plums, Baby. They’re the perfect size for my mouth. And besides, you’ve got much nicer nips. Yours stick way out without me having to do anything, and I like big brown ones better anyway. Hers are little pink nubs that don’t come out unless she’s excited. That’s only a guess on my part, of course. But yours, Baby-mine, are just always waiting for Daddy to make ‘em harder.”

“Ow! Don’t squeeze so hard, Daddy. That hurts.”

Abby reached down to unzip her father’s pants, but he grabbed her hand.

“Later, Sweetie! Even though I sent her to her room for the night, I’d just as soon not take a chance of her seeing you sucking on my lollipop.”

“Party-pooper!”

Abby stuck out her tongue and jumped up and adjusted her robe. Roger had to do some adjustment to his pants, as well.    

Chapter 2

Abby and Roger were cuddled up together watching tv, when Abby suddenly wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Daddy, couldn’t we work it out so Princess Di gets punished more often, and I get to help you? It’d be so much fun to see her suffer, and I know from watching you today that you get a kick out of it.” Abby reached down to Roger’s crotch and tweaked it to emphasize her point.

“Well, I don’t think that would be a good thing, if she hasn’t done anything wrong, Sweetie.”

“Oh, come on Daddykins. We can find ways to make her look like she’d done something wrong.”

“I don’t know, Honey. That sounds pretty devious.”

“Aw, Daddy, we could find a way if we work on it.” Abby’s hand dropped to the drawstring of Roger’s sweat-pants and untied the bow. Slipping down to her knees, she separated Roger’s legs and began pulling his pants down to his ankles. Without any underpants his penis sprang up to wiggle before Abby’s worshipful eyes.

In moments she had the head of his prick in her mouth and was brushing her tongue back and forth over the tip. That was all it took to bring forth little groans from Roger’s throat. Not satisfied, Abby pulled away and began licking up and down his hardness, letting the saliva from her mouth ooze over his slippery skin.

Soon she had taken his right testicle in her mouth and was bathing it with her tongue. Then she moved over to the right ball and sucked away at it. After a minute or two she moved back up the shaft and inserted the whole length of his erection into her mouth. Occasionally her gag reflex would take effect, but she had done this often enough over the past year or so that usually she could get his prick fairly far down her throat without gagging.

Up and down her mouth slid over Roger’s hard-on. Abby had done this often enough that she had trained herself to look for signs of her father’s imminent climax, and she would ease off for a while, using her expertise to keep him right to the edge for five minutes or so before finally sucking the essence from him like a baby at her mother’s breast, who hadn’t eaten all day.

Her ministrations invariably took Roger to the heights, and his orgasmic spasms generally lasted for almost half a minute. Abby loved the taste of his semen and drank it down with gusto. When he finally sat recovering from his delightful climax, and his penis began to fade into limpness, Abby sat up with a big smile on her face.

“So, are we gonna find a way to make life miserable for the bitch?”

“I’ll give it some thought, Baby. Right now just let me stargaze for a while.”

Abby slapped playfully at his flaccid prick before jumping back on the couch to wrap her arms around her Daddy’s neck. Moments later her hand stole down to his lap to gently fondle his limp manhood. She was pretty sure he’d come around to her way of thinking eventually.

Chapter 2

Actually, the experience she had just gone through was nothing new to Diane. She had been brought up with an iron fist by her father. The beatings had started out as spankings, when she was barely three years old, fairly gentle spankings, at that, until her father found that spanking his little daughter gave him a huge hard-on during each punishment, and he would end up screwing his wife with wild abandon after sending his tearful daughter to her room. His wife did not approve of his treatment of Diane, but found the aftereffects very much to her liking.

As Diane grew older, the punishments became more and more bizarre and more and more painful for Diane. The spankings became whippings with willow branches, then paddlings with hairbrushes, and, about the time she reached puberty, he even reverted to tying her up in painful positions and using a home-made paddle full of little holes, and he didn’t necessarily limit his punishment area to her buttocks and thighs.

When her father died of cancer, Diane actually said a prayer of thanks. The absence of chastisement after his death emboldened her, and she became more and more difficult for her mother to handle. Until the episode with her step-father, she had become more and more rebellious to her mother, knowing that her mother was so averse to the punishments her father had given her.

Though she was saddened by her mother’s death the previous year, she also felt freer than she had ever felt before. She began flirting with boys and taking advantage of what she now felt was a privilege to do as she wished. Soon she had found what she thought was the boy of her dreams, a star in three sports at school and the best looking guy in the senior class. They were dating frequently, and heavy necking soon turned into sex in the back seat of his car. This, in turn, finally became overnights at her boyfriend’s house, with her sneaking in after his parents had gone to bed.

It was only four nights later that Roger had to get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and, in the process, noticed that Diane’s door was slightly ajar. She normally kept her door tightly shut, so he moved over and pushed the door open. To his surprise Diane’s rumpled bed was empty, and her window was wide open. The window screen had been removed and was leaning up against the wall below the window.

Roger went to the bathroom and relieved himself before returning to Diane’s bedroom and seating himself in her rocking chair. He sat wide awake for almost an hour before finally falling asleep. A quiet scraping sound was enough to awaken him again. It was just turning light outside, and Roger quickly looked at his watch and noticed it was a little after 6 a.m.

Moments later he saw two hands appear at the window sill, and, with a grunt, Diane hoisted herself through the window. She headed straight toward her bed. With her back to Roger she removed her shoes and dress, her only items of apparel. As she reached for her night-gown she turned and, with a frightened gasp, noticed Roger sitting in her rocking chair.

“SO, YOU JUST CAN”T LIVE WITHOUT THE PRICKS, HUH?”

Roger sprang out of the chair and, a moment later, had Diane’s pony-tail firmly clasped in his fist, so that her face was twisted only inches from his.

“I…I…uh…”

“No need to say a word, slut! You’ve said it all by your actions.”

Roger heard a sound at the door and turned to see Amy, attired in only a pair of panties, wiping her eyes and looking on at them with a broad smile.

“Come on in, Amy. You can watch your step-sister get the beating of her life. All right, Diane, lie down on your stomach on the bed.”

“I…I’m sssorrry, …Roger…I”

“Shut up, Diane! Not another word!” With this, Roger shoved Diane onto the bed, and she obediently lay face down.  “Amy, go and get my belt from my room, please.”

Amy disappeared and quickly returned, belt in hand. Roger folded it in half and immediately began sweeping it down across Diane’s naked rear cheeks. The initial blow was enough to elicit a high screech from his victim. After only three blows Diane’s body was flipping around trying desperately to avoid the painful slashes of Roger’s belt.

At one point she was able to avoid the smashing belt entirely, sliding far over to the side of the bed.

Roger ordered Amy to help him tie Diane’s body to the bed, and, within several minutes, the two had Diane’s arms and legs spread wide and attached to the headboard and footboard of the bed. Roger began again, this time systematically working his way up and down the teen’s body from her shoulders down to the bottoms of her thighs.

He had completed the route up and down her body three times, bringing higher and higher screams and pleas for mercy as he continued. Tears were streaming down the hapless girl’s face, and her body, where he’d been applying the belt, had turned a vivid red.

Amy asked if she could have a turn. Roger welcomed the opportunity to rest his arm for a few moments and handed the belt to his daughter. With delight, Amy began swinging it at Diane’s body with no particular pattern in mind. She was putting sufficient power behind the application of the belt that Diane, whose head was turned away from the whippers, didn’t even realize that the belt had changed hands.

That was until Amy brought the leather strip down squarely on the slit between her step-sister’s legs. Diane let out a holler that could have awakened the neighborhood. Before Roger could say anything, Amy repeated the blow in exactly the same spot. Diane’s body literally rose an inch or so off the bed, as she screamed her throat out.

Roger took the belt from Amy with a half smile and told her to gag Diane with the handkerchief he produced from his hip-pocket. Diane tried to fight Amy while she was trying to tie the gag, but eventually it was firmly in place, and the only sounds coming from Diane’s mouth were muffled grunts and moans.

At that point the beating continued, with Roger repeating his systematic tour up and down Diane’s body. He had succeeded in whipping her entire back from shoulders to thigh-bottoms five more time, when Amy asked if they could turn her over and work on her front for a while. Roger shook his head ‘no’ and suggested they untie the teen and go down for some breakfast.

When they had finished untying Diane, Roger, whose manhood was showing its full size and prowess, left to go downstairs to fix breakfast. Diane was lying on her front, just as she had been for the past fifteen minutes, still weeping quietly into her pillow.

Amy sadistically slid her hand under Diane’s left breast and, grabbing hold of her wrinkled pink nipple squeezed and twisted it ferociously. Diane, still gagged, let out a terrific muffled howl, and she tried desperately to scramble her body to the other side of the bed, but Amy’s grip was such that the attempted movement only made the pain that much worse. Finally Diane was able to push Amy’s hand away, but Amy knew Diane would be carrying a painful bruise at the tip of her breast for some time to come. She turned and hurried down the stairs, still not bothering to find a covering for the little bouncing plums on her chest.

Roger had poured some cereal for the two of them, and they chatted about their situation while they ate.  While Amy put the dishes in the sink and went to the bathroom to relieve herself, Roger climbed the stairs and went to Diane’s room.

Diane was still lying on her stomach and hadn’t even tried to remove the gag. Roger sat on the edge of her bed and while he removed her gag, he explained how things were going to be from now on.

“You obviously can’t be trusted any more, Diane. I am going to nail your window shut and put a lock on your clothes closet. Everything in your bureau will be locked up in the cellar. Until you go back to school in the fall, you will remain naked and in the house. You will not go out again until school starts.”

“At night you will be tied to your bed. When I’m at work or away from the house, you will be kept handcuffed, and Amy will be in complete charge of you. If you misbehave, she has permission to punish you, as she sees fit. She may be a year younger than you, but she’s still in charge.”

Tears coursed down Diane’s face as Roger explained all this, and, moments later, Amy appeared in the doorway.

“Did you tell her?” A broad smile appeared on Amy’s face. She still had not bothered to clothe her upper torso, as she stood with arms crossed, chuckling smugly.

“Yes, she knows what’s ahead for the next couple of months.” Once again Diane buried her head in her pillow and sobbed pitifully. The weals on her back had become very evident at this point and a number of purple splotches had appeared here and there up and down between the dark red streaks.

Roger rose and moved to the door. Amy stepped back as he gently shut the door, then raised his hands to cover her little breasts and squeeze them gently. Amy started to kneel before him and reached to insert her hand in his pajama bottoms.

“Hold up, Sweetie. Let’s go into my bedroom, where we can play twosies.”

They moved quickly to Roger’s room, removing each other’s clothes as they went. Roger closed and locked the bedroom door, and the two naked bodies hurried to climb onto the bed, twisting around until Amy was on top of him, and their faces were buried in each other’s groins. For the next ten minutes the only sounds were loud slurping and low moans.

Chapter 3

The next day, a Sunday, Roger spent nailing up Diane’s window, putting locks on her door and closet and moving all of the clothes in her bureau to the attic. She would now remain naked for the rest of the summer, until it was time to go back to school for her senior year.

Roger called her downstairs that afternoon and with Amy sitting in his armchair, explained it was time for her spanking. ]

“I don’t understand. What did I do?  I haven’t done anything wrong. I was up in my room reading.”

“You will receive a spanking every day this week, young lady. I’m going to make you wish you’d never disobeyed me the second time. Now get over here and lean over my legs.”

“Oh, please, Roger. I’m still so sore from yesterday’s beating. I’ll do everything you tell me from here on.”

“Indeed you will. And when I’m not here, what Amy says goes. If you disobey her, you’ll be punished by her and me when I get home. Understood?”

“Yes, Roger.”

“And from now on you call me “Sir,” and you call Amy “Ma’am” or “Mistress. Understood?”

“….”

“UNDERSTOOD?”

“…Yes, Sir.”

“Now, over my lap.”

Diane meekly placed herself over Roger’s lap, and he reached over, picked up the hairbrush and began smacking her rear end without mercy. After a minute or so, her buttocks were a vivid red, and she was crying and screaming at the top of her lungs. Amy sat contentedly watching, savoring the pain she knew her step-sister was going through.

At one point Diane reflexively tried to move off of Roger’s lap, giving him an excuse to wrap his left hand around between her arm and armpit to grab her right breast. For the rest of the beating, he concentrated almost as much on squeezing and fondling her tit as he did on the spanking. Diane was not even cognizant of the manipulation of her breast, so great was the pain being inflicted on her sore butt. Roger continued the beating for several more minutes before standing Diane up before him. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she listened as Roger ordered her to go stand facing the wall.

She moved slowly over to the wall, sobbing and sniffling. When she had been standing there for nearly a minute, Amy jumped up from her chair and moved over to stand behind Diane. With intentional malice she brought her hand to Diane’s burning red butt cheek and squeezed. Diane screamed and tried to turn to fend off her step-sister. As she did, Amy brought her hand around and smacked the nipple of Diane’s right breast with full force, eliciting an even louder scream.

“Don’t you dare try to fight me, girl. I’ll make you so sorry! You do what I tell you from now on, got it, and, if you try to fight me, I’ll make that butt of yours turn purple. Now turn back and face the wall.”

When she had reluctantly followed orders, Diane was subject to five powerful smacks on her suffering buttocks, before Amy turned away and returned to her seat, winking at Roger as she sat. Roger turned on the television set and the two of them watched tv while their miserable victim sniffled. Roger finally let Diane return to her room to finish her cry an hour later.

The following day, Amy appeared in Diane’s room shortly after Roger went to work and woke Diane with a mighty swat on her proffered butt, which had lost most of yesterday’s redness, but stiil retained much of the soreness. It had take Diane a couple of hours of restless tossing and turning before she had been able to sink into a fitful sleep. Now she was being awaking with a slap that immediately brought yesterday’s hell back to mind. She sat up sleepily peering at her tormentor.

“Time to get up, slugabed. Lots to do today, so get your fat ass up.”

Amy, once again dressed in panties only, turned and headed downstairs. Diane looked around for a robe before her mind went into third gear, and she remembered she was doomed to nakedness for the rest of the summer. She went into the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her teeth, peed, and slowly trod down to see what today’s fateful events would reveal.

“It’s about time, bitch. From now on, I expect a little more speed from you. You’re not the queen

anymore.”

“I never meant to….”

“Shut up, Bitch. When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it. Let’s get breakfast down in a hurry. I need to go to the grocery store, and I’ve got to stop by Ginger’s house and get some money she owes me.”

They ate their cereal in silence, Diane thinking how nice it would be to be able to relax without worrying about what tricks Amy might have up her sleeve. That was not to be, however. When they had finished, Amy pulled a pair of handcuffs out of a drawer and, pulling Diane’s hands behind her back, proceeded to slip them on her wrists.

“Now, while I’m gone you can do last night’s and today’s dishes. They all need to be washed, dried and put away. I expect you to have them done by the time I get back, bitch!”

But I can’t work with my hand cuffed behind me. Couldn’t you at least let me have my hands in fr…”

SMACK! SMACK! Amy’s hand flew out to strike what was obviously her favorite target, Diane’s orange-sized tits. Tears immediately began streaming down Diane’s face, and she backed up and hunched over, hoping to avoid any further slapping.

“You can get up on the side of the sink and if you face forward, you can reach down and clean the dishes.  Use your brains, Dummy. Here I’ll help you.”

Diane was standing next to the sink with her back to it, when Amy stuck one hand between Diane’s legs and the other grabbed Diane’s left breast and with both hands pushed up. Until she realized what Amy was doing, all Diane felt was terrific pain on her vulva and breast, but she finally jumped up and let her sore buttocks rest on the side of the sink. Amy turned on the hot water, stuck the plug in the strainer and waited until the water level had made the sink half full.

With a great deal of awkwardness Diane was able to grab a plate with one hand and wipe it with a sponge with the other. It took some time to get the stains from the previous night loose enough to rinse it off and place it on the drying rack, before she could reach for the next one. The tears just naturally began to cloud her eyes as she became aware of how unfair all this was.

“There, now you’re getting the idea, Moron. Keep it up. Just see that it’s done by the time I get back.”

Moments later Diane heard the car engine starting up.

Chapter 4

An hour or so later, Amy arrived back at the house. When she opened the kitchen door, the first thingshe saw was Diane with tears dripping down her face. Then she saw the reason for Diane’s current upset. On the floor behind her lay a plate that had broken into several pieces.

“What the Hell have you done now, Dumbo?”

“I…I.. was just about to put this plate away, and, when I heard your car coming in, I was afraid you’d be mad, and it slipped out of my hands and fell. It’s very hard to hold onto with my hands cuffed. I’m sooo sorry.”

“Well, you’re gonna be a lot sorrier, when Roger sees his good Spode plate broken. Not to mention the fact that he’s gonna blame me for not watching you more closely. So I guess we’re both gonna get a good one today, but you’re getting two, one from me, and one from him. Get the fuck in the living room now!”

Diane slowly stepped into the living room, the tears now cascading down her cheeks, as she began to blubber.  Amy grabbed a dish towel and ran it under the faucet until it was dripping with water. After wringing it out, she followed Diane into the living room and ordered her to her knees.

Diane sank to her knees slowly, looking up at Amy questioningly. Amy then ordered her to lean forward so that her face was touching the carpet. Raising one end of the towel well above her head and holding the other end next to her chest she suddenly let go of the raised end, bringing the wet towel down squarely onto Diane’s proffered rear end with all her force.

SPLAT!

OUUUUHHH!

Amy raised the towel to her other hand and again raised it well above her head, only to release it again, smacking Diane on her buttocks only a few inches from where the original strike had hit.

SPLAT!

OHHHHGODDDD….UMMMAGGGHHH!

What followed then were a series of regular hits to Diane’s posterior, which was rapidly showing a series of raw red markings all over both cheeks.

Diane, hands still cuffed behind her back could do nothing to protect herself. Her mouth began drooling spittle, and her tears were producing a small puddle on the carpet. She was pleading for Amy to take pity on her, but, if she could have seen the determined smile on Amy’s face, she would have known her pleas were useless.

Amy then switched targets to Diane’s back and sides, working her way up Diane’s naked body. Soon she had reached the sides of Diane’s ample tits, and here she took great pains to make sure the entire side of Diane’s breast was covered with red splotches.

Diane foolishly attempted to protect her tender aching breast by rolling over onto her back, which only made her more vulnerable. Amy immediately began aiming for Diane’s nipple and then her pussy,  managing to get in two powerful blows to her slit before Diane was able to roll over to her side again.

Amy ordered her back into position on her knees, and, when Diane had gotten back to her original position, she moved over to her other side and began belaboring her other tit. After almost a half hour of constant blows to Diane’s body, there was hardly a spot visible on her body that wasn’t vividly red and splotchy.

Amy ordered Diane, still sniffling and weeping, to go pick up the broken pieces of plate, put them in the trash and stand facing the living room wall until Roger got home.