Cruel Step-Mother

Cruel Step-Mother

Prologue

Barbara had no idea how her life was to change as she entered, after being called into the living room by her father. There sat a woman she had never seen before. Her father introduced her as Helen, the woman he was about to marry the next day.
Barbara was astounded. Her father and she had had a rather strained relationship ever since her mother had died of cancer two years before. As a 16 year old, she had been pretty much left to herself by him, both before and after her Mom’ death . As he traveled often, she saw little of him except for weekends, and his aloofness had made it difficult for her to ever get close to him. The result was a lot of free time for Barbara and not much guidance. This was about to change.
“Your father tells me you were expelled from school recently, for smoking marijuana on school grounds. Is that correct?”
Barbara lowered her eyes, and joined her hands behind her back.
“Yes Ma’am, but I never smoked it before. A friend brought some to school and offered me a smoke. We went behind the school and got caught almost immediately, so I….”
“I’m not interested in your excuses, Barbara. Obviously you need someone to get you back on track. I hear your grades are poor, and your father says you’ve been disrespectful and difficult for some time. That will change immediately. Do you understand?”
Barbara looked over at her father for reassurance, but saw only a rather enigmatic smile on his face. She looked back at Helen, a woman in her late 30’s, attractive, though somewhat puritanical-looking, hair pulled back in a bun and little makeup. Physically, she appeared to be well-built and svelte, though her attire, at the moment, did little to show her attributes.
“Yes Ma’am, but I…”
“No buts! To start with, you will begin home-study next week. I used to be a 10th grade teacher, so I will begin instructing you in all your studies, and you will start shaping up immediately. As for your attitude adjustment, that will begin as soon as the wedding is over tomorrow. Your father has an important sale he needs to see to in Seattle the day after tomorrow, so we won’t be going on our honeymoon until next month.”
Barbara looked over at her father again. “Daddy, I didn’t even know you were dating.”
“Well, Dear, Helen and I have known each other since high school, and we recently ran into each other, and after two weeks of seeing each other, we realized that the attraction we had back then was still there. I’ve felt for a long time, since your mom died, in fact, that you needed more attention than I’m able to give you, and Helen said she’d be happy to take that on, as well.”
“Now, Barbara, suppose you go back to whatever you were doing, assuming it wasn’t smoking Mary Jane or one of your other nasty habits, so your father and I can discuss the wedding plans.”
Chapter 1
At the wedding, Barbara met her step-b*****r, Andy, for the first time, a relative no one had gotten around to telling her about. Andy was 14, a rather thin, acne-faced k**, who, when they were introduced immediately began leering at her, his eyes sweeping up and down her body like a cat-scan. He obviously liked what he saw.
The wedding and reception were over quickly and the ride back to the house did little to reassure Barbara. There was no small talk, and sitting beside Andy in the back seat, she could feel his inspection of her attributes continuing, making little pretense of his special interest in her breasts.
Once in the house, a meeting was called in the living room again. When she arrived after Helen had called her in, she found everyone, including Andy, seated. She started to sit, but was interrupted by Helen, who quickly let her know who was in charge.
“No need to sit, Barbara. I just wanted to let you know how things will be from here on. Andy’s room will be the one next to yours, and you’ll have to share the bathroom down the hall. I’ll tell you right now, I am a stickler for things being done correctly. I will not put up with any impudence, back-talk or attitude. I know you have been getting away with murder in the past, but that will stop now.”
The first of many tears began to roll down Barbara’s face.
“But I haven’t done anything…”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You will not talk back to me, do you understand? That sort of sass will cease, or you’ll find out what I’m talking about. Do you understand?”
Barbara looked over at her father, who once again said nothing, preferring to let Helen lay down the law.
“Yes ma’am, but I don’t know why….”
“It’s not your job to ask why. As a matter of fact, I will tell you right now that the words “why” and “no” are no longer in your vocabulary! Any time I hear either word, henceforth, will result in a spanking, twenty strokes for either. Do I make myself clear?”
The tears really began streaming down Barbara’s face, as she realized that no one was coming to her defense. A look at Andy showed a huge smile of satisfaction.
“A spanking. But I’m too old to be spanked! I’ll try to…”
“See! There you go again. Back talk! You just don’t learn, do you?”
“No! I wasn’t trying to sass you. I just wanted to say…”
“There’s that word, “no”. I just told you what would happen and you persist. Come over here, girl! Now!”
Barbara lowered her head again and stepped over to face Helen, who sat on the large sofa.
Before she knew what was happening, Helen had grabbed Barbara’s arm, swinging her down over her lap, sweeping her skirt up above her waist and, as she gripped her waist with one arm, began tugging her panties down.
“No, no, please don’t. Not my panties. Please! I’ll be good.”
“There’s that word, twice more. That puts the spanks up to 60. Keep it up!”
Barbara made the attempt to pull herself off Helen’s lap but found her strength was no match for Helen’s. Her round pink buttocks shown like a beacon, between the rucked-up skirt and the panties encircling her thighs.
The first sweep of Helen’s hand and the smack that followed surprised more than hurt Barbara, and she let out a startled “Oh!” The next spank really hurt, though, and as the tears began pouring down her face, she began uttering pleas for forgiveness.
Smack!
“Oh please don’t. I’ll try to do whatever you want. Please let me go.”
Smack!
“It hurts. Please stop. Oh, it hurts so much…”
Smack!
The pink buttocks began turning a slightly pinker after the sixth swat. Barbara continued to wriggle on Helen’s lap, with no success. Had she been able to look over at her father and Andy, she’d have seen two males sitting forward on their chairs, almost mesmerized by what was happening in front of them, but Barbara’s eyes were so puffy and filled with tears that she saw nothing. Soon she closed her eyes to the hurt that was being delivered to her poor rear end. There seemed to be no end.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Aoww! Oh, God. Please! Please! Why are you doing this to me? I…”
“There’s that other word. No “why’s”, remember? You’ve just upped your total to 80 spanks. You want to try for 100?”
Smack! Swat! Splat!
“Oh, no! Please! I can’t take any more. Please!”
“And yet another 20. You don’t get it at all, do you, little girl?”
The placement of her panties right below her butt prevented either of the males from seeing any of her privates, but that did not prevent either one from starting a growing erection.
And still the spanks continued. Barbara’s nates were beginning to turn a deep red, by the time Helen had reached the 50th smack. At his point, Barbara was only moaning in low tones, occasionally letting out a little squeak, when Helen applied her hand more vigorously. Had she been able to look up at Helen, she would have seen a slight smile crossing her face. She was in her element!
By the time she had administered the 80th spank, Helen’s hand was beginning to hurt, but the smile remained as she continued administering the painful spanking. On the 100th smack she pushed Barbara off her lap, causing the girl to land on her almost blistered beet-red butt.
“Oof. Oh, my God. Ohh, it hurts. It hurts.”
As she struggled to rise, Barbara was completely uncaring that her lightly covered pussy was in full view. The males were not. They both watched with wide eyes as she rolled over onto her knees to relieve the pain on her bottom, then tried to stand up with her panties hindering her move. She stumbled but finally stood on her two feet. She began to pull her panties up, but was stopped by Helen’s stern command.
“No you don’t Missy! You let those panties drop to the floor. Then tuck in your skirt to your belt and go over to the corner. Tears still streaming, Barbara dropped her panties to the floor, tucked in her skirt, which now left her bare in front and back and stepped over to the corner, sniffling. She began to face the corner, when Helen stopped her again.
“Whoa, young lady. I want you facing out, so everyone can see your fakey tears. Barbara, with a sigh, turned to face the three witnesses and placed her hands over her young pussy, sparsely enough covered that one could see the little slit down the middle.
“Damn it, take those hands away. I wouldn’t think you’d want your father seeing you diddling yourself for everyone to see.”
“I wasn’t trying to….”
“You haven’t learned yet, have you? You just love to talk back, don’t you? Just for that, you can spread those legs and put your hands behind your head and stand there for a half hour.”
“Spread ‘em more! Further!”
At this point, Barbara had her feet spread about three feet apart, and the three watchers could see some evidence of her pink outer lips. The males were delighted and turned fully in order to watch the bad girl standing so pitifully with her tear-streamed face and open-legged exhibit.
Helen started conversing about the wedding, and both males uttered an occasional agreement, but their eyes remained glued to the sobbing girl’s vagina. It was the first one Andy had seen in his life and the first time her father had seen Barbara’s bare pussy since she was very young.
When the half hour was up, Helen told Barbara the punishment was over, to go put on her nightgown, come back and say goodnight and go to bed. It was still barely 7 o’clock, but Barbara was not about to ask about dinner.
After changing into her nightgown, Barbara washed her face, smoothed a damp cool washcloth over her still vividly crimson backside and returned to the living room, where the others were chatting. Conversation ceased as Helen spoke.
“Well, there’s Miss d**ggie! All better now, Sweetie?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Okay, then kiss the boys goodnight and off you go.”
“Andy, too?”
“Well, of course, Andy. He’s your b*****r, now.”
Barbara went to her father first, gave him a slight peck and then moved over to Andy. She leaned over to give him a peck as well, but he was having none of that, and grabbing her neck gave her a very unb*****rly kiss, which lasted eight to ten seconds. Barbara finally was able to pull herself away. As she stood there half blushing, but totally astonished at such a crude show, she heard Helen laugh behind her. She turned to see a look of delight on Helen’s face.
“See. Andy wants to show you there are no hard feelings. I know he hopes this will be a good lesson for you, and that you’ll stop being such a bad little girl from now on, don’t you, Honey?”
As Andy uttered in the affirmative, Barbara started to make her getaway and go to bed.
“Wait a minute, Sweetcheeks. You haven’t thanked me for helping you get started on the right track. Come over here.” Barbara hesitated, loathing the idea of an apology. “NOW!”
She slowly moved to her new step-mother, standing before her with her head lowered.
“Thank you,” she murmured in a barely audible voice. She began to turn to leave.
“For what, you ungrateful c***d?”
“For… helping me … learn to behave.”
“And what two words are you never to use?”
“Wwwhy … and nnno.”
“Right. Now, get to bed!”
Barbara plodded off to bed, hungry but happy to get there. She spent a good deal of time rubbing her sore buttocks and had a fairly sl**pless night.
Chapter 2
The sun had not risen yet, when Barbara felt Helen poking her in the butt.
“Wake up, d**ggie! Time to rise and shine.”
“What time is it?” The lack of sl**p had her still drowsy. “Why do I need to get up now?”
“Your memory is for the birds, isn’t it? What were the two words you were not to say again?”
“Oh. Wwwhy and nnno.”
“So you’ve started off the day with 20 spanks coming to you. We don’t have time to take care of them right now, because I have to get your father to the airport, but I have an idea those won’t be your only demerits for the day at the rate you accumulate them. Now get up and make some breakfast for the three of us.”
“But I don’t know how to make breakfast. I always get myself a Pop-Tart or cereal for myself.”
“Well, you’d better learn fast ‘cause if there aren’t eggs and bacon and toast on the table when we’re ready, your ass is grass. UP!”
Barbara began to cry as Helen left the room. She pulled on a robe over her nightgown and set out to conquer the kitchen. Unfortunately, the kitchen conquered her. When Helen and her father got there to eat, they were greeted by singed toast, fried eggs that were overdone and burned bacon.

“You really are a total loss aren’t you?” quipped Helen in her most sardonic tone. “We’ll have to grab some fast food on the way to the airport. You’re in big trouble, Barbie doll. We’ll talk about it when I get back. In the meantime, this house is a mess. I don’t think you ever cleaned anything in it. That’s gonna change, as of today. By the time I get back, I want to see most of the windows in this house sparkling.”

Barbara kissed her father goodbye and, once they’d gone, sat at the table and wept. After cleaning the dishes, she went to her bedroom and jumped into a pair of shorts, panties, her bra and a tee-shirt. After searching the utility closet she found there was no window cleaning liquid anywhere. Quickly she decided to use detergent, mixed it in water and set out to clean the windows. It didn’t take long to find that the detergent was leaving streaks when she tried to rub it off. Since she had nothing else to use, she felt she’d better just continue. At least Helen would be able to see that she’d tried.

She had gotten fifteen or twenty panes clean, when she heard a noise behind her. Looking around, she saw that Andy had arisen, and was leaning in the doorway behind her in his underwear, scratching himself.

“Whatcha doin’, s*s?”

“What does it look like, Twerp? Duh!”

“Well, you don’t have to be nasty about it, you know.”

“And why didn’t you have to get up with the rest of us?”

“Sounds like I just heard a word that’s verboten around here. Mom’s gonna be upset when she hears that.”

Barbara jumped up with true fear in her eyes. “I didn’t know I couldn’t say it to you. I thought it was just her. Oh, please don’t tell her, Andy.”

“Well, I don’t know. What’s it worth to you?”

“I’ll make your bed for a week, if you don’t say anything.”

“Are you k**ding? You’re gonna be making my bed every day anyway, probably. How about stripping off your clothes, so I can see what you got under there.”

“No way! That’s disgusting. Forget it.”

“Okay. No skin off my butt, but there will be off yours.” He turned to move away.

“Wait! How about just the top? You’ve already seen my bottom last night.”

“OK. But it’s got to be the shirt and bra.”

“All right. But that’s all.”

Barbara quickly skinned out of her tee-shirt and a little more slowly undid her bra and let it slip down her arms. Andy moved over within a foot of her and stared. Her breasts were a nice size for a 16-year-old, perhaps even a little larger that most girls her age, but her nipples, her nipples were something else. Puffies would be the best description. They were like huge pink bee-stings on the end of her breasts, taking up perhaps 25% of the breast, and those bee-stings had darker much smaller bee-stings in front of them. Andy’s mouth began to water. She waited a moment, and then started to pull the bra back up to hook it.

“Whoa, babe. Those are the neatest nips I’ve ever seen in all the magazines I’ve ever looked at. How about letting me suck on one of ‘em for a minute?”

“Forget it, Buster. We agreed I’d show you and that’s all.” She finished putting her bra on and pulled her tee over her head.

“Be that way. We’ll see what Mom has to say when she gets home.”

“Well, if you mention my using the word, I’m going to tell her that you made me take off my shirt and bra.”

“Go ahead. Bet you get the twenty, anyway. See ya.” With this he turned and went back into his room.

Barbara began to cry again, as she picked up the pail and started washing more windows. She had washed most of the windows on one side of the house, when she heard the car drive up. She sat back on her heels and sighed in relief that she’d gotten so much done in Helen’s absence.
Chapter 3

“What in God’s name have you done, girl!”

“Wha… I washed the windows like you told me.”

“They’re all streaked! It’s worse than it was.”

“I couldn’t find any window cleaner, so I used detergent.”

“You really are a Barbie doll, aren’t you? Pretty and dumb.”

Once again, the tears began to flow down Barbara’s face. She lowered her head and turned away from Helen.

“All right. We may as well use what you’ve got. Get into the kitchen and start on the kitchen floor. It’s filthy. Get a brush and start rubbing.”

As Barb scrubbed away on the floor, Helen sat at the kitchen table watching her closely. Occasionally she would point out a place her step-daughter had missed. Suddenly Andy appeared in the hall doorway.

“So you finally got her doing something useful.” They both watched Barbara laboring away for a minute.

“Did she tell you she asked me WHY I didn’t get up with you guys this morning, Mom.”

Helen jumped out of her chair and grabbed Barbara up by her long yellowish hair, yanking her up to face her.

“Who do you think you are to question what I decide, bitch? Are you trying to tell me what’s what?”

“Nnnn… I wasn’t trying to do that. I just asked a question.” She writhed in pain as Helen continued holding a large clump of her hair, yanking up with each statement.

“But Andy said if I didn’t take off my shirt and bra, he’d tell you about my saying… that word.”

“Now you’re trying to blame Andy for this. From what I’ve heard it was probably your idea to strip. The perfect little exhibitionist, I’m told by your father.”

“He couldn’t have said that. I’ve always been a good girl.”

“So now you’re calling me a liar, too, are you? Nobody calls me a liar, especially a snot-nosed d**g addict. That’ll get you 30 more. Is what she says true about the stripping, Andy?”

“No, Ma. I came in and she started coming on to me right away. I guess I was looking at her boobs, and she said “Hey, want to see what I’ve got up here?” and I said sure.”

“Nnn… That wasn’t it at all. He made me. And after I did take my bra off, he wanted to suck on my nipple, and he said if I didn’t let him he’d tell you. I put my clothes back on, and now he’s told you.”

The firm yank on Barbara’s hair convinced her she was about to lose it all, and she cried out in pain.

Barbara tried to look over at Andy for help, but all she saw out of the corner of her eyes was the usual satisfied smirk on his face.


“So you lied to me, and you’ve used the words “no” and “why” four times already this morning. For lying, that’ll be 30 swats, and 80 for the two words. Well, you’re starting off with a bang today, aren’t you, Dopey? 110 and we’ve barely gotten started. Both of you go in the living room now. I want to change out of these clothes and get into something comfortable.”

Barbara, knowing what was in store, began sobbing as she and Andy moved into the living room.
They both seated themselves, Andy crossing his arms in satisfaction and Barbara continuing to cry, for what seemed forever to her.

Shortly Helen appeared, dressed in a pair of hip-huggers and a halter-top. This was the first time Barbara had gotten a good look at Helen’s body. She really was in great shape. Her breasts were large, but not overly so, and her hips were well-rounded with long slim legs. Obviously she had taken care of herself over the years.
“OK, strip, Gypsy! Let’s see what ya got.”

Can’t I just take off my pants, please? ”

“You just gotta argue, don’t you? You have 30 seconds to get EVERYTHING off or we’ll just add to the total.”

Barbara jumped up and hurriedly shed her four pieces of clothing and stood there waiting. She started to cover herself, but realized it would only get her in more trouble.

Helen moved over to her and stared closely at her nipples. “My God, I’ve never seen nipples like that in all my days.” She grabbed the end of one tit and began squeezing it.

“Oh, please. That hurts. Ohhh.”

“Real sensitive, are they, baby. They’re hard when you squeeze ‘em, but when I rub the outside, they’re real soft. No wonder Andy wanted to suck on ‘em.”

Andy, already knowing from having looked at nude pictures of girls in girlie magazines, asked innocently, “Aren’t all nipples like hers, Mom?”

“No, Honey. Most of them are more like mine. When women get past their teens their nipples turn brown and when they have babies they get long, so the baby can latch on. ” Helen then moved over to where Andy was sitting and lifted her halter-top up to her shoulders and leaned in to give him a good look.

“Wow! But your nipples are so long. Is that the way most women’s are?”

“Well, I have to admit your Grandpa helped there. He decided he wanted my nipples to be longer, so when I was about Barbie’s age, he started wrapping my nipples with thread all the way from the base to the end of the nipple. He kept that up for a couple of years, until they looked like they do now. And that hurt, I can tell you. But it was great when you came along, ‘cause they were extra sensitive and extra long and you’d latch on like there was no tomorrow, and we’d both have a great old time.”

Andy put his hand out and gently squeezed the brown tip. It was soft and rubbery, and he moved in closer to it. Barbara was shocked to see this i****tuous type exchange being performed right in front of her.

“Gee, can I suck on one of ‘em now, Mom?”

“No, Honey, not right now. Maybe later. For old times sake.”

Turning back to Barbara, she sauntered over to her, saying, “Oh yeah, and while we’re on the subject, we’re throwing out all your bras. Your tits are obviously firm enough, they don’t need the support, so out they go.”

The tears started to flow again, as she pled, “But everyone will be able to see my nipples and my breasts are big enough that they shake without a bra.”

“I don’t want to hear it, cry-baby. My mother never let me have a bra the whole time I was growing up. She didn’t believe in bras. Course her tits were so small, she didn’t need one.
The first bra I ever had was after I married and was nursing Andy. Now take these scissors and go outside and cut me four or five long stems off of that bush by the front door.”

“Without any clothes on?”

“Who the hell’s gonna see you. This house is in the middle of nowhere with trees all around it. You’d probably enjoy it if somebody saw you buck naked anyway.”

“But it’s cold outside.”

“Listen, my father used to punish me by sending me outside to stand naked in the cold during the winter, sometimes for half an hour or an hour at a time. I’ll tell you, by the time he let me in, my nips were so long you could have hung laundry on ‘em! I think he liked to see goose-bumps all over my boobs. He finally cut that out after I came down with pneumonia.”

Barbara grabbed the scissors and ran out to cut five long branches off the bush, hurrying back and handing them to Helen, who took them and selected one.

“Shall I take the buds off them?,” asked Barbara.

“No, I think the buds will add to the effectiveness, so we’ll leave them on. Now, go over to the couch where Andy’s sitting and lean over to him, facing him.

Barbara did so, her face just inches from Andy’s. “Now, Andy I want you to grab hold of Barbie’s nipples and hold on to them while the whipping is going on. It’ll keep her tied to one spot and give her something else to think about. I’ll be real upset if you let go until we’re done.”

Savoring the moment, Andy grabbed both nipples f***efully and pulled down, so that her face was almost in his lap.

“Ugh, oh please … not so hard, Andy… Oh, God, you’re hurting me.”

This main concern ceased being her major care, as soon as the first slash hit her legs.

Swish! Splat! “Count them off, little girl, or they won’t count.”

The first one was a real surprise and hit her high on the thighs.

“Ooooh.”

“Swish! Splat! “OK, I didn’t hear a number so we haven’t started yet”

“Oh, Oh, ONE!”

“That’s better.” Swish! Splat! “Ah, TWO, TWO!” That one hit a little higher on her thighs.

By the tenth blow, Helen had brought the switch in to hit the seamed area between the thighs and buttocks, and, after three or four in that general area, Barb was actually dancing a jig in front of Andy, in spite of his tight grip on both her tender nipples, which were being cruelly twisted and pulled, much to Andy’s enjoyment.

The next thirty or so were completely zeroed in on her two pink globes, and, at their completion, she was screaming, and copious tears were dripping onto Andy’s pants. At fifty, Helen picked up a new switch and began low on the thighs again, and what Barbara had thought couldn’t get any sorer got much sorer.

Helen purposely suddenly hurried her hits to catch Barbara off guard every now and then.

Swish! Splat! Swish Splat! “Oops, I didn’t hear a number then, so that one doesn’t count.”

“SIXTY-SIX!, SIXTY-SIX!” “Sorry, too late, you bad girl. Just too bad for her own good, isn’t she, Andy?” Swish! Splat! “Oops, that switch is pretty well shattered. Let me get another one.”

From the eightieth to the last blow, Barbara was almost whispering each number, she had screamed so much. Helen figured she had managed to get in a good five or six extra blows by speeding up the tempo occasionally.

Barb could feel the heat emanating from behind her. Fortunately she was unable to see it yet. Not only was the entire area a vivid red, but there were splotch marks all over, where the buds had marked her skin, and occasional raised raw-looking ridges, where Helen had paid special attention.

“You can let go of her tits now, Andy. You did a good job of holding onto her, though. I’m proud of you, Son.” Andy beamed.

As he let go, and Barbara started to straighten up, Helen caught herself.

“Oh. You said you wanted to suck on her nipples and she wouldn’t let you earlier, right? I’ll bet she’d be glad to let you suck on them now, wouldn’t you Barbie sweetie? Bend over so Andy can get one of those nice ripe puffies in his mouth.”

Barbara knew better than to argue or even plead. She leaned back over as Andy opened his mouth wide to engulf all of one large nipple. For the next two or three minutes he sucked with all his strength, occasionally chewing, instead. Barbara was so tired and hurt in so many places, she didn’t even react, until Andy bit hard enough to break the skin.

“AaaK! Oh, please, it hurts already. Please don’t bite so hard, Andy,” she whispered.

“Why don’t you move over to the other nipple, Dear? We don’t want to hurt poor Barbie so much that we can’t play with her another time, do we?”

And, without a break, he immediately moved over to the right breast and sucked in Barbara’s sore left nipple. After another minute or two, Helen suggested he stop, because she had a few things to discuss with “Lady Barbie”. With a “plop” he let go of the breast, and Barbara pulled up.

Completely beaten down and still weeping silently, she turned to Helen.

“Sit down, young lady. I have a few questions, and I want the truth. I can tell from looking at your eyes if you’re being truthful, and if you’re not, we’ll just start the whipping all over again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am, but I’d rather stand if it’s okay. I’m pretty sore,” was the whispered answer.

“You just can’t stop arguing with me, can you? Your father was right. You’re an impudent little twat. Now sit down there before I give you another dose of the switch. I’ve still got one left, you know. Sure beats the hell out of spanking you with my hand. NOW SIT!”

Barbara went to the softest chair in the room and sat, but it didn’t help. The chair material was like sandpaper to her poor legs, and especially her super-sore butt.”

“Ooou, it hurts. Ooou.”

“I want to know about your sexual experiences. Are you a virgin, or have you let some boy stick it up that little vagina of yours?”

Again the whispered answer. “Nnnn.. I’m still a virgin, ma’am.”

“Well, that will be easy enough to check out later, whether you’re lying or not.”

“Have you let the boys play with those gorgeous titties of yours?”

“A couple.”

“Did they remove your bra, or was it over your clothes? I want the truth, now. No lies, remember. Did they suck on your nipples?”

“I let them take my bra off, and they sucked.”

“Did they play with your pussy?”

“I let one of them finger me. He was much older than I was, and I thought I loved him.”

“And did you play with his penis, while he was playing with your pussy?”

“I was rubbing his penis, yes.”

“And I suppose you sucked these boys off.”

“Only the one I thought I loved, and I didn’t want to do that. He suddenly grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down to his lap. I tried to resist, but he made me open my mouth and put it in. He held my head down there, and I was choking and gagging, but he wouldn’t let me up. Finally he spurted in my mouth and made me swallow. It was awful.”

“And that was the only time you gave anyone a blow-job?”

“Yes, ma’am. He never called me after that.”

“Well, I know all about that part of it. I had two older b*****rs, who began making me give them head when the parents weren’t around, starting when I was about ten. I tried to tell my mother what they were doing to me, and she called me a liar, saying I was just looking for attention and gave me one of the worst beatings of my life. From that point on my b*****rs took every opportunity to get me alone. By the time I was thirteen they had me trained so well I could deep-throat both of them for most of the blow-job. So don’t feel like the Lone Ranger. Now, let’s get you in the bathtub. You’re filthy dirty from scrubbing that floor and washing those windows.”
“I’d really rather not take one right now, ma’am. I’m pretty sore right now.”

“I really don’t care what you want, Dumbo. You need a bath, it’ll help get rid of some of that pain, and there are a few other things we need to attend to, regarding your personal hygiene. Now get in that bathroom right this minute. Andy, I might need your help. Now, GIT, little cock-sucker!”

Chapter 4

The pretty nubile teen stood in the middle of the bathroom, as Helen turned on the hot water spigot, totally ignoring the cold water. As the water rose, Barbara knew what Helen’s response would be, but had to ask anyway.

“Please, that water looks awfully hot. Could we add some cold water?”

“Nonsense, Barbie. The hot water will be good for your backside and help it heal. I know what I’m talking about because my father used to make me take one like this, almost every time he beat me. And he didn’t use switches. He used a wooden dowel about a half inch thick. Sometimes it took a week before my butt was in any kind of shape for him to beat again. So consider yourself lucky, Dolly. Now get in there.”

Barbara tried to back away, but Helen grabbed her arm and swatted her behind.

“I guess I’m gonna need your help, Andy. Our little cock-sucker has decided to keep on being disobedient. She doesn’t seem to be able to figure out that’s just gonna mean a lot more pain.”

Andy grabbed Barbara’s other arm and between them they were able to pick her up and stand her in the tub.

“Oh, Goddd, nnnno! I can’t stand it. Please let me out. Tooo hot!”

As they struggled to hold her in place, Helen looked at her son and said, ”You see. She’s gone and used that word again, just to try my patience. 20 more and counting.”

With that, they were able to slide the thrashing victim down into the tub. The scream came as soon as her battered legs and back touched the water.

“Aggggh! Oh noooo, please. Too hot!. Pleeease.”

After a few moments, Barbara’s squeals and weeping were the only sound in the room. Soon Helen and Andy were able to take their hands away, and rise to watch Barbara suffering. She didn’t move from the spot they had left her in, and began to sob softly.

Helen grabbed a large glass from the sink, filled it with water from the bath and poured it over Barbara’s head.

Another scream from the beleaguered teen filled the room.

“Got to get that hair washed too, so we can do some cutting.“ Helen poured some shampoo on top of Barb’s head and began rubbing it in. Once it was well lathered, she dipped the glass in the water and poured it over the young girl’s head. A less powerful screech was the result.

“She doesn’t seem to want to wash herself, Andy, so I guess you’ll have to do the honors. Here’s a washcloth.”

“Nnnn…. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.”

“Better get to it then, little bitch. Oh look, Andy, I wouldn’t have believed it but those bee-sting nips actually have goose-bumps on them. You be sure to wash them well, Barbie. And between your legs, too, or I’ll have Andy do it for you.”

Moaning as she touched parts of herself with the hot washcloth she managed to get most of her body covered, if not scrubbed. When she went to wash between her legs, she tried to raise herself slightly to get to her pussy.

“Oh no, that will never do, Barbie doll. You can’t really get that clean unless you’re standing. Now get up and show us how you clean that puss.”

Barbara struggled to rise and finally got to a standing position. The tears were still streaming down her face as she began to pass the washcloth between her legs.

“Now you know you can’t possibly reach it all, unless you spread those legs wide, you silly girl. Get those legs spread.”

Barbara spread her legs as wide as she could, knowing and not even caring any more that she was exhibiting herself fully to her eager audience. She proceeded to rub the cloth back and forth against her vagina, covering every inch of her slit several times, looking at Helen for some word that she had successfully completed her chore.

“That’s enough, nympho, we don’t want you having an orgasm over this. Now get out and Andy will dry you off.”

The defeated girl stepped out and Andy was there immediately with a large bath towel, and began rubbing her down from neck to toe. Obviously he felt it necessary to rub her tits and between her legs with extra attention. His attention to the back of her legs and her backside were equally vigorous, causing Barbara to cry out several times.

With Barbara’s hair still sopping and stringy, Helen grabbed a pair of scissors and said, “Let’s get this mop cut down to size now. I hate long hair!”

Barbara was quick to interject, “Nnnn… Oh, please don’t. I’ve never had it cut and I’ll take care of it when it’s dry.”

“Hair down to your butt is very unattractive, Barbie. Let’s get it up here in a modified pageboy, shall we?” With this she grabbed a hank of hair and began cutting. When she had finished, Barbara’s hair hung unevenly, barely below her ears. She looked in the mirror and began weeping.

“I look like a boy,” she murmured sadly.

“Maybe above the neck, but below the neck you’re all girl, baby,” muttered her step-mother, as she took one of her breasts in her hand and bobbled it.

“Now let’s get to that other hair, little girl. There’s not a lot there, anyway, but since you choose to act like a little spoiled c***d, I think you should look like one too, don’t you?”

Barbara looked up at Helen in amazement, but could see by her determined look that there was no sense in pleading.

“Now I want you to sit on that toilet seat, scootch forward, and be very still. We wouldn’t want to cut those nice fat lips on your pussy, would we?”

“I could do it, Mom.”

“No, Baby. Let me do the cutting and then you can put the cream on to finish the job, Okay? It’s a little delicate. I’ve been shaving mine, ever since your grandmother stopped doing it, just before I got married the first time. And consider yourself lucky, Barbie Doll. More than once she decided to pull the hair out with tweezers, and, believe me, that smarts. My b*****rs used to love watching me get shaved.”

In a matter of two minutes she had cut off every hair covering Barbara’s virgin slit.

“Now, Son, put those plastic gloves on and cover the whole area with this cream. Be careful not to get any in between the outer lips though, OK?”

Andy got down on his knees in front of the toilet and just stared for the longest time. He’d never seen one up this close, even in pictures, and he was fascinated. His mother watched him with amusement, and did nothing to hurry him along. What he saw wasn’t even particularly instructive, because Barbara’s slit was just that, and he couldn’t see any of the nice pink insides.
Barbara’s face eventually turned slightly pink itself as his inspection went on and on.

Finally he dipped his finger in the jar and started dabbing the goo on what was left of the shorn hair. At first it felt cool to Barbara, but then began getting warmer and warmer. With a final dab Andy managed to rub a bit of it on Barbara’s crinkled rectum, before he stopped. Now the ointment was really beginning to heat up and Barbara was totally at a loss as to what to do. She knew she couldn’t wipe it off, and the heat was getting more and more intense.

“Oh, God, it hurts so much. Please wipe it off. I’ll do anything. Ohh, ohh, you put some on my back hole. It burns, it burns.”

Andy remained planted between her legs, still staring with a wide dumb smile.

“In a couple of minutes, Barbie Doll. It takes a little time to get to those roots.”

With that the phone rang and Helen went to answer it. Barbara continued to moan and cry, to no avail until Helen came back into the bathroom several minutes later.

“Rub the cream off, Andy. After he gets you wiped off, go and get dressed, Barb. That was the Seattle Police Department calling to say your father was hit by a car crossing the street and died on the way to the hospital.”

Chapter 5

The next few days were busy ones and, much to her relief, little was done to Barbara physically to make her life as miserable as it had been since her father’s marriage. She was given numerous chores to do in getting the house clean, making meals, making beds ,etc., but she was generally left alone to silently mourn her father’s death.

They had returned from the cemetery, and the three of them were sitting in the living room quietly, when Helen announced, “OK. Mourning period’s over. Barbie, get changed into your work clothes and get to work on scrubbing down those walls in Andy’s room. They’re a mess!”

Barbara looked at Helen as though she had just been slapped.

“I can’t believe you’d say that. My father’s dead and barely in the ground. How can you be so cruel?”

“Well, I know you two weren’t that close. I don’t think he liked you very much, and I don’t think you liked him much either. So let’s just get things rolling here.”

The tears started welling in Barb’s eyes and she began to shake.

“I hate you, I hate you! You’re a bitch, and I hate you!” With this she jumped up and ran crying into her room and flopped on the bed , burying her face in her pillow.

Helen waited a few minutes, as her rage built up and finally stormed into Barbara’s room, sat on the bed, flipping Barbara over on her back and slapped her face as hard as she could.

The already weeping girl let out a shriek, and started balling her eyes out.

“Don’t you ever speak to me like that again, you little bitch. Nobody speaks to me like that, and especially an impertinent little hop-head. I’ve been good to you in the last few days, because I knew you were sad, but obviously you don’t appreciate my efforts, so we’ll go back to the way things were. Forget Andy’s room for now. I want you out in the living room stripped to the buff in two minutes. You still have 40 strokes coming to you from the other day, and you just added another 50 for speaking to me the way you did. I’ll beat it out of you yet!”

Barbara did manage to make it out to the living room totally stripped, her bare slit reminding all three of them where they’d left off days before.

“I think that naked vagina looks great on you, Barbie dear, and from now on I want you to keep it shaved all the time. I will check it out occasionally, and, if there’s even the slightest feel of stubble, we’ll get rid of it with the same treatment we used the other day, but we’ll leave it on a lot longer.”

Barbara stood there awkwardly, with her hands folded behind her, waiting for someone to tell her what to do. Her wait seemed like an eternity, as both Helen and Andy took in her delightful curves. Finally Helen spoke.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been putting on a little weight over the past week, little cocksucker. So, before we have our little spanking session, I’ve decided we’re going to have you do a bit of weight training and exercising.”

Barbara knew this was a lie. If anything she had lost weight, what with the work she’d been doing around the house, and a number of meals she’d missed by being sent to bed early without supper, as punishment for one thing or another. She also knew she couldn’t argue with her step-mother any more.

Helen had her start off with push-ups. Harmless, but tiring, after she had completed 50 of them.
Next, she had her bend over, touch her toes, and then return to a standing position. Again, not bad but 50 of them was really getting to her. Then came the one she was dreading, jumping jacks. She knew this would show off every sexual feature she had.

One, two! One, two! With each jump Barbara’s breasts jerked up and down in a most exciting way, jiggling every which way, and her opening legs showed off the pinkness between her nether lips. These she had to do 50 times, as well. By this time she was totally exhausted, breathing heavily and gulping for air.

“Next, I think I want you to run in place for a while, and I want you to get those knees up to your chest. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am, …but…could I…rest…for a…moment,…please?”, she gasped.

“No you may not. This is a punishment session. Some day you’ll learn not to speak to me the way you did. Hopefully, this episode will help convince you. Now run in place!”

So, gulping as much air as she could take in, Barabara began running in place. This was not as embarrassing as the jumping jacks, but her breasts wobbled , juddered and swayed constantly, and both Helen and Andy laughed much of the time, commenting on her flopping boobs. By the time she had run two minutes, she was so exhausted she sank to the floor, utterly worn out and panting laboriously.

“I guess we’ve about finished exercising for today, but don’t think we won’t have another one tomorrow, and I’ll try to come up with some other fun ones to point out your best attributes. Now, I have already been outside and saved you the trouble of having to find switches for your beating today. I think I probably found some that are a little springier than the ones you got the other day. Oh, and by the way, we’re going to work on your front this time, jst to mix things up a little.”

It took a moment for Barbara to comprehend what Helen was saying, but when it finally sank in, a look of horror appeared, and she gasped out, “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, I’m afraid so, Dearie. Those big buds of yours are gonna feel a lot sorer when we finish up today. And I think today’s the day Andy wants to find out what it feel like to get a blow-job. I understand you’re an expert at the art of deep-throating. Hmmm?”

The sobs came from deep in Barbara’s gut, when she heard what she had begun to realize was going to be a living hell for her every day from now on, and tears once again started pouring down her cheeks.

“Stop with the goddam tears, bitch. You’ve got it easy. When I was your age my father used to beat me with what he called a “groove strap”, whose sole purpose was to smack between the lips of my pussy, usually 20 or 30 times, and then he’d turn me over and use it on my butt-hole. I’ll tell you it hurt to pee or crap for days after one of our sessions. ‘Course I’m not averse to finding a nice thin leather belt, which ought to do the trick with you almost as well.”

With this she rose and grabbed Barbara’s arm, yanking her up to her feet.

“Come here, Andy. I’m gonna need your help, Honey.”

Chapter 6

Andy jumped to help, as Helen got a strong hold on Barbara’s arm.

“I think you’ll have to grab her arms from behind and hold on tight. I don’t think Miss Goody-Two-Shoes is gonna like this as much as we are.”

After Andy grabbed her from behind, Barbara started bucking and pulling, but with no success.

“Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything”, she cried.

Helen got up close to Barbara’s face and the fury and venom were evident in her piercing eyes. “There’s that word again. That’s 60 now plus the 50 for yelling at me and calling me a bitch. You’re just a glutton for punishment, aren’t you? I’ll tell you why I’m doing this. Because you’re a bad, bad girl and I will beat it out of you, eventually.”

With this, she took up the first switch, festooned with buds, and, with little aim, swung it against Barb’s thigh, right above the knee.

Swish! Splat! “Oh, God, please, please don’t do this. I’ll try hard to be good. I promise.”

“Too late, Sweetie.” Swish! Splat! Another sweep across her lower thigh and another cry from Barbara.

The beating continued slowly up her legs, leaving ugly red splotches after each swat. Helen was keeping close tabs on the number of hits she made, and had reached only fifteen, by the time she reached Barb’s torso.

“This would be a good time to have the groove strap, but since we don’t we’ll just give your little bare pussy some extra swats to make up for it.” So, for the next 25 switchings, she concentrated on her vaginal area. Barbara was, at this point, trying to swing her hips sideways to avoid the biting whipping, but to no avail. Crying copiously, she even tried lifting her legs up, hoping to fall on the floor, but Andy had just enough strength to keep her upright.

“Oops! Time to switch switches,” and Helen grabbed a fresh one from the table. She spent ten of her quota, not that anybody else was counting, on Barb’s stomach. As she finished working high on Barb’s abdomen, Helen said with a slight tremor in her voice, “60 to go, and they’re all saved for those cute bubbies of yours. Hold real tight now, Andy. I think we’re in for a bumpy ride.”

She swung the switch with full f***e and caught the lower part of Barbara’s large nipple.

“Oh, my God, that hurts. Please, please don’t hit me there. I can’t stand it!”

“You’ll just have to, sweetcakes.” With this a hale of four more rapid swipes continued moving up and down her puffed areas. Eventually Helen began smacking the upper slopes of Barb’s breasts, as red mark after red mark started appearing where pink flesh had been. Helen started down the breasts again, paying particular attention to the already darkening udder tips. Barbara was, by now, almost hoarse, again, and her whimpers and pleas were being ignored as completely as her screams had been earlier. .

With 20 left to go, she stopped the switching and reached for some heavy string.

“There’s one area we haven’t hit yet, and I’ll bet Barbie Doll doesn’t even know how sensitive it is. You just thought those nips were tender, baby. Just you wait!”

She began wrapping the string around the base of Barb’s puffy left nipple. A couple of wraps around and a tightening squeezed the skin below her nipple painfully into a deep indentation around the nipple edge. Helen tied it off, swung the string around the back of Barbara’s neck and over to the right breast. A yank on the string suddenly pulled Barb’s left teat up toward her face, so that it stood obscenely pointing toward the ceiling. A similar tie around Barbara’s right nipple had both nipples pointing awkwardly toward the ceiling, and the under parts of her breasts fully on view.

“Back to work, baby.” She took up a new switch and began belaboring the newly exposed area, much to Barbara’s total painful distaste.

“Aaarg! Oh, it’s awful. Please stop. Pleeease!”

But Helen continued switching the tender area until it was redder than any other area Helen had beaten. She threw down the switch and moved over to peruse her work. Barbara’s front was covered form knees to shoulders with ugly splotches and a constant dark red hue over the full length of her front. Helen commented on how attractive Barbara’s tits were sticking up in the air that way, and how maybe they should contrive some kind of a bra that would emulate her current situation.

Much to Barbara’s relief, Helen began untying the knots, in spite of the fact she was being as rough as she could in getting the knots out. When she finished, Helen looked her victim in the eye and said viciously, “Now let’s see how good you are at sucking cock, BITCH. Andy, unzip and get your schlong out. And you, cocksucker, get down on your knees.”

Chapter 7

Andy let go of Barbara and began loosening his pants and pushing down on his underpants. In a moment he was standing before his mother wearing nothing but his tee-shirt.

Barbara moved to Helen, grabbing her arms and begging, “Oh, please! Don’t make me do this. I don’t like to do it, and it’s wrong.”

Helen slapped Barbara sharply against her right nipple, as she pulled away from her step-daughter. “Don’t you ever grab me like that again, Dopey-girl.”

As Barbara reacted to the slap by backing away with a scream, Helen said, “I told you I was going to begin tutoring you. Well, consider this your first lesson in sex education. I know you’ve already had experience, but we learn by trying new shapes and sizes, don’t we?”

Barbara backed away sobbing and looked at Andy, who was already in a state of semi-erection.

His penis was normal for a f******n-year-old, around five inches long, perhaps a little thicker than average and circumcised. He now took it in hand and began sliding it back and forth.

“Look good, Barbie? Come to Papa.”

Barbara froze for a moment and then made a dash for the door, but Helen was ready for her. She grabbed her arm and twisted it painfully behind her back, forcing Barb down to her knees.

Andy moved over to her quickly and pressed his now hardened penis against her mouth. After a moment of resistance, Helen’s upward twist on her arm convinced her to open her mouth.

“I’ll warn you this one time, bitch. You bite my boy or even sc**** your teeth against his nice prick and I’ll break this arm. Got it?” She twisted up a little more, when she received no answer.

“Essh…Ump,” was all Barbara could manage in response. Andy began sawing his penis in and out of Barb’s mouth, and, though it wasn’t long enough to get down her throat, it still could reach the back of her mouth, causing her gag reflex to respond.

“Gaahk. Slurp! Gung! Awkk! Ugggh. Gawwk.” These sounds continued to emanate from her mouth, and Andy’s ecstasy grew, as his slime-covered penis neared its explosion. Not two minutes after Barbara had taken it in, it burst in full f***e, and though she swallowed a bit of it, most of it dripped slowly out of her lips and slid down her chin, plopping onto her breast.

“Andy, you didn’t have much staying power, Honey. We’ll have to try it again in a bit, so Barbie can see how it is to work on it for a while. But the next time, Sweetie, and she twisted Barb’s arm cruelly, I don’t want to see a drop come out of your mouth. You’ve got to learn how to swallow it all, just the way I had to with my b*****rs.”

Andy, whose prick was rapidly losing its hardness, immediately pointed out that he was ready to go right now, if it was okay with Helen. She nodded her head and pushed Barbara’s up close to Andy’s semi-hardon. Barbara resignedly opened her mouth, and blow-job # 2 began.

This one was no easier for her than the first. She could feel her step-b*****r’s erection growing as she sucked, and shortly she was back to feeling it reach the back of her mouth again.

“Eckkh. Slosh. Gawwp. Goog. Glurg.“ There was no letup, and the sucking went on, endlessly, she thought, as his penis savored the spit and coughed-up slime that came with her choking.
As his climax grew near, Andy grabbed her head between his two hands, and held it jammed up against his lips. “Hawgg. Gaock! Uchheegch!”

Finally, the moment came, and a huge spurt of sour-tasting sperm came spewing into her mouth. As her mouth filled with the slimy substance, she knew she must do something, and opening her mouth wasn’t one of her options, so she finally, at the very last moment, when her mouth could hold no more, swallowed. The urge to vomit hit her almost immediately, but she was able to f***e it back down her throat.

Andy held her head with a full mouth of penis until well after he completed his climax, savoring the feel of her mouth. Finally he released her. She pulled back coughing and sputtering. Helen released her arm and moved over to the couch and sat.

“The second one was much better, little bird-brain, but I can see we need a lot more practice before we get this thing perfected. Don’t you agree, Andy, Honey?”

Andy moved to sit beside her, leaving Barbara coughing and moaning sadly on the floor.

“Uh, yeah, Mom. I think so,” he said dumbly.

“OK, Barbie Doll. Go wash your tit off, gargle with some mouthwash and come back here immediately. We’re not done yet.”

Barbara, weeping once again, pulled herself up and slunk into her bathroom.

Chapter 8

When she returned to the living room, Barbara stood in all her naked nubile glory as she presented herself to her mistress and her son. Her shoulders sagged, and she clasped her hands in front of her, not to hide anything, God knows, but because she was ill at ease.

“Stand at attention, bitch! Didn’t I tell you about covering that pussy of yours, after all the trouble we went to to make it look so cute.”

Barbara scurried to put herself at attention.

“Now, I am still very upset with you for yelling at me and calling me a bitch…”

“I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have and I apol…”

Don’t you ever interrupt me, you bad girl. You see, Andy, she hasn’t improved a bit. Well, we’re going to take care of that right now. When was the last time you had an enema, Barbie?”

“Uh, I’ve never had one, Ma’am.”

“Well, another new experience for you. Aren’t we full of fun things to do? Into the bathroom, now! You probably want to watch this, too, Andy. Barbie’s about to show you what she’s going to look like when she gets pregnant. I don’t expect that’ll be for some time, though, if we use proper precautions.”

Barbara and Andy were standing in the bathroom waiting, Barbara still stark naked, and Andy still unable to keep from staring, when Helen came in with a large enema bag.

She went to the sink and filled it with lots of soap and hot water, but, this time, she was kind enough to mix in some cold water with it. Screwing on the top, she smiled and exclaimed, “There we go. I think two quarts ought to be about right. Bend over, Dumbo, and hold onto the sides with your hands. Andy, do you want to do the honors?”

Andy acknowledged and sank to his knees with the nozzle.

“Spread those legs, you stupid girl, so Andy can see where to stick it. Wider, for God’s sake!”

When Barbara had gotten her legs spread as far apart as she could, Andy smiled up at his mother and began moving the nozzle back and forth between Barbara’s spread vaginal lips, back and forth, back and forth, as Barbara sighed in humiliation and gathering fear.

Finally Helen said with a smile, “No, Sweetie, you’ll need the back hole. I guess you need an anatomy lesson, don’t you. I’ll bet Barbie Doll would be happy to show you where and what everything is, after we finish this little punishment. Now, because this is a punishment, I don’t think we will lubricate the nozzle. Let’s let Barbie suffer a little for a change.”

Suddenly Andy found the crinkled hole and pressed forward with gusto.

“Oww, Ooo. Not so hard, pleeease.” But Andy continued pushing hard and finally her rectum gave and opened. As the nozzle sank further and further into her bowels, Barbara began to weep, feeling the pressure of an external object sticking in her for the first time.

When the nozzle had sunk in to its end, Helen released the catch and the soapy water began to flow into her step-daughter’s bowels. At first there was no vocal response from Barb, but, only a minute later, she began to feel the water filling her and the cramps began in earnest.

“Ohh, it’s burning me. Please take it out. Ohh, it hurts. Oh, please, no more.”

But the enema continued, and Barbara’s cramps became stronger and stronger.

“I have to go, I have to go. Please, please, now, now, Owwoo, no, oh I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that word, please.”

But you did say it, bad girl. We’ll just have to start keeping a list. But that’s 20 to start off your next whipping.”

By the time the enema bag had emptied, Barbara was down on her knees, still hanging onto the side of the wash basin, and moaning and crying. But that was just the first quart. Helen refilled the bag and hung it back on a hook. The clamp was loosened and soon Barbara was in agony, feeling the second bag’s contents f***e their way into her stomach. Finally the second bag slurped to a finish.

Please let me go to the bathroom, now, please!”

“No, no. We have to wait ten minutes. Those are the rules. I remember one time my mother made me wait twenty minutes. I was all sweaty and weak by the time she finally let me sit down on the john. Now, stand up, so we can see the new Barbie.”


Barbara tried to straighten up and pull herself up on her two legs, but since no one was helping her, she had to inch her way up, every inch causing unbearable stomach pains. Eventually she was able to stand, in a slightly hunched-over position. Her whole front ached, not only from the enema, but the thrashing she had gotten earlier. Glancing in the mirror she could see that her front, especially her breasts, looked as though she had a very bad sunburn. She also noticed that her belly stuck out as if she were in her fourth or fifth month of pregnancy and glistened, the skin was so tight.

“See, Andy, her stomach looks like she’s preggers. Feel how full her stomach feels now.”

Andy couldn’t wait to rub his hand roughly over Barbara’s protrusion, adding to her discomfort.

Ten long minutes later Helen finally gave permission to remove the plug, and Andy did it as slowly as possible. Barbara barely made it to the toilet before the flood began, and she sighed with relief as the liquid poured out. She, indeed, had begun sweating, in spite of her nakedness and was so totally wiped out by the experience, all she wanted to do was lie down and sl**p. Naturally Helen had other plans!

“Come on, Dolly. It’s time for some show and tell. Poor Andy needs a lesson in female anatomy.”

Tired and beaten down, Barbara trudged into the living room, led by her two nemeses. When they arrived, Helen told Barbara to sit in the big stuffed armchair, Andy to sit on the floor right next to Barbie and she would, as instructor, stand a few feet in front of the chair. Barbara, whose front was still smarting from the whipping she’d received, sat gingerly awaiting instructions.

“Now then, Miss Dope-fiend, we’re going to start at the top and work our way down your body, explaining to Andy what part each has in sexual participation, and showing him, as much as we can. Sit up! First, the mouth. What do we use it for in sex?”

Barbara resignedly whispered, “What I did earlier.”

“God damn it, Barbie, do you want another whipping right now?”

“Nnn, I don’t, Ma’am,” was Barbara’s sullen whispered answer.

“Then you better straighten up, stop feeling sorry for yourself, answer my questions fully and with some energy. I’m right in the mood to give you another 50 on your front.”

Barbara reluctantly perked up.

“First of all, there are less sexual things you do with your mouth, aren’t there.”

“Well there’s kissing.”

Exactly! And what kinds?”
“On the lips and with… tongues.” “Right! Now demonstrate both with Andy.”

As repugnant as the thought was, she leaned forward to kiss Andy, who grabbed her neck, pulled her forward, locked lips and stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. After rolling his tongue around her mouth for nearly thirty seconds, he pulled away and looked up at his mother.

“She’s not sticking her tongue in my mouth, Mom!”

“Barbie!”

Andy locked on again and this time let Barbara do all the work. He finally pulled back.

“I guess he doesn’t need a demonstration of a regular kiss,” said his mother laughing. “And what was the other thing you were mentioning before, Barbie, and you’d better be specific and use the right words. Or else!”

“Sssucking …on a man’s thing… his ppppenis.”

“And that can include licking and sucking his balls and his ass-hole, can’t it?”

Barbara, who had never even thought of such a thing before answered quietly, “Yes Ma’am.”

“Let’s move down to those yummy tits of yours, now. What are they for?”

“To feed babies milk.”

“That is not the sexual function of your boobs. What is it, dummy?”

“For men to suck on, I guess.” “You guess! You know! She’s forgotten, Andy. Show her.”

Andy jumped to his knees and grabbing one of her breasts, popped the nipple in his mouth. Barbara was totally chagrinned and closed her eyes to shut the greedy sucker from her sight.
Soon, he had pulled in as much of her breast as he could get in his mouth, and was biting and sucking as hard as he could. The pain on her reddened tit from her earlier whipping came back to haunt her. Then while he had the one breast buried in his mouth, he grabbed the other in his hand and began squeezing it roughly. Barbara let out a yell, and Andy pulled off.

“So, we know a tit can be a nice toy to play with and suck on, right?”

“Now, moving on down, Barbie, sweetie, I want you to prop each leg up on an arm of the chair and scootch forward until your butt is right on the edge of the chair front. That’s it.”

Barbara was so embarrassed by this blatant exhibition that she moved her hand in front of her eyes to shut out the lewd ostentation. Her vagina was completely open, to the point that one could see, not only the outer and inner lips, but the entrance to her cervix.

“Poor Barbie’s embarrassed, so I’ll carry on from here. See these fat lips out here,” said Helen leaning in to touch them. They protect these inner lips and the rest of the vagina, Andy. They’re very sensitive. Go on and feel all of them. That’s good. Now this is the hole where a man sticks his penis. As a matter of fact, while we’re here….” With this she took her index finger and stuck it as far in the hole as she could. Removing it, she said, “Well, she didn’t lie about that, anyway. She is definitely a virgin. Stick your finger in until you hit the barrier. That’s her hymen. There you go. Not only do women like to be felt up on their pussy, and fuck men with it, but one of the greatest feelings in the world for a woman is to have her pussy licked . See this hood up here? If you flip that a little you see that little nubbin that shines like a pearl, that’s her clitoris, or clit for short, and that’s the most sensitive part in a woman’s body, usually. Suck on that for a while and you’ll drive a girl crazy. We don’t want you doing it right now, ’cause we’re not looking for Barbie to enjoy herself too much today.” Barbara was mortified by the time they had finished.

“Finally, you know all about the asshole, but did you know that not only can you give a girl an enema through it, but a man could stick his prick in it, just like her vaginal hole. Most girls don’t like it at first, because the hole is so small a man usually has to f***e it in, but a woman eventually can get used to it. If you want to, I’ll let you try that tomorrow, but right now I’m starved. Let’s go to the kitchen and get something. Barbie Doll, I’m disappointed in your demonstration abilities, and I think we’ll just send you to bed without supper again. It’ll help take off some of that fat. Goodnight!”

Helen and Andy left the room discussing what he had learned, though there really wasn’t much of it that he didn’t already know. Barbara was so tired and depressed, she dragged her legs down from her lewd exposure, stood and ambled to her bed. She didn’t even bothering to put on her nightgown. She pulled back the covers, crawled in and was sound asl**p within a minute.

Chapter 9

The doorbell rang, and Helen answered it to find the county Sheriff standing there, and, behind him, Barbara with a small suitcase in her hands. She was dressed in a tee-shirt and short shorts. It was obvious that she was without a bra, as her prominent nipples stuck out in all their glory like beacons. The big difference in her appearance was a confident smile, a “gotcha” smile, which exuded the first self-assurance that Helen had seen in the little time they’d known each other.

“Hello, Ben. Come on in. I see you found our little truant. Where was she?”

The three of them sat, before Ben answered. “We found her thumbing a ride down on route 69, Helen. I told her I was glad we got to her before some nasty guy picked her up and did God-awful things to her.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you did, Ben. Dressed the way she is, she was just inviting trouble.”

“Well, before I go any further, Helen, I have to tell you she’s leveled some pretty serious charges against you. I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Why, certainly, Ben. What in the world is she saying?”

“First off, she says you beat her. Did you?”

“Well I did spank her and whipped her with switches, Ben, but I believe both are legal to use with c***dren in this county, aren’t they? I tell you, Ben, she has been nothing but trouble for the last two weeks. Now I know it’s been a trying time for her, and I’ve tried hard to be a mother and companion to her, what with her father’s death and all, but it’s been hard for me, too. Married just two days before he’s gone.” Helen’s eyes filled with tears.

“It’s true. Spanking and switches are legal here. I thought you had actually beat her, the way she was talking.”

Barbara tried to interject, “But she switched ….”

“Did she tell you she was recently kicked out of high school for smoking marijuana on school grounds?”

“No she didn’t. Is that true, young lady?”

“Yes but I only…”

“Her father was just mortified, but I said I would home-school her until we could get things straightened out.”

“That’s real nice of you, Helen. Now, there were a few other charges she’s made. Fairly serious charges. For instance, she claims you made her perform oral sodomy on your son.”

“Oh, Barbara, dear, how could you say such a thing? Oh, Ben, she lies at the drop of a hat. You’ve known me how long, fifteen years? Could you possibly believe I would ever do such a thing? Oh, you are so hateful, Barbara. I’m just so embarrassed.”

“I have to say, when I saw it was you living here, I began to have my doubts about her story. You’re just not the type, Helen.”

At this point, the self-assuredness left Barbara, and she lowered her head and began to cry.

“She also said you gave her a couple of enemas. Is that right?”

“Yes, I did. I don’t know whether it was the wedding and funeral so soon after, but she started having terrible trouble with regularity, and all I was trying to do was help her. She just doesn’t appreciate anything I do for her, Ben. I tell you, I’m about at my wits end.”

“And the last claim she made was that you gave her an enema yesterday and followed up by letting your son commit anal sodomy on her. I don’t suppose that’s true either.”

“Oh, Barbara, sweetie, how can you lie like that? What have I done to make you turn against me so?”

Helen leaned in to Ben and very confidentially said, ”I truly believe she’s a little psychotic, Ben. She comes up with these amazing stories all the time, but this is the first time she’s tried to implicate me. I’m also tempted to check out her IQ level. And I’m not sure she hasn’t gotten into some more serious d**gs along the way. Sometimes she just gets wacky.”

“Well, I hope you can straighten her out. She’s a pretty girl. But she sure needs counseling, and knowing you, I know you’ll find a way. Sorry to bother you, Helen.”

“Thanks, Ben. Oh, and I haven’t had a chance to congratulate you on your election to sheriff.”

“Thanks. I have to tell you, your financial contributions and campaigning sure helped us a lot.”

Ben looked over at Barbara, who had almost curled into a fetal position. “Now you better learn to behave, young lady. Next time we catch you out on the road like that, I’ll have to run you in for vagrancy, and you may just get sent to that girl’s reformatory over in Ashley. You don’t want to end up there. I hear the attendants are real tough on those girls. So you straighten up, you hear!”

And he was gone. Helen turned to Barbara, who remained curled up, sobbing now, knowing her luck had run out.

“So, BITCH, you almost got away, didn’t you? Well, You won’t have another chance, I can tell you that. Get those clothes off now.”

Barbara hurried to comply, not wanting to incur her step-mother’s wrath any more than she already had. She jumped up and shucked out of her tee-shirt, the shorts and her panties. Helen grabbed them up and held them in front of Barbara’s face.

“Take a good look, sweetie, ‘cause this is the last you’re gonna see of ‘em, or any of your other clothes. I’m putting every piece of clothing you own in a box and locking it in the attic. From now on you’ll be running around the house naked as a jay-bird 24 hours a day. Let’s see you go outside without any clothes on, especially with fall right around the corner.”

“And a few things more. You will get a beating at least once every day, just on principle, and I may even start using a paddle, who knows. I will begin tutoring you tomorrow in all your courses, and you’d better get decent grades. Somehow I don’t think you will, ‘cause I’m a pretty tough grader. One more thing to punish you for, huh. Oh, and we need to continue Poor Andy’s sex education. He’s woefully ignorant of the most basic facts.”

Barbara just stood there with the tears streaming down her face, dripping onto her boobs, and she began to moan in a low wail.

“Now, let’s get you into the bathroom. ANDY, stop eating your sandwich, honey and come on in the bathroom. I need your help. Barbara’s back, and she needs another enema bad! I think we’ll try 2 ½ quarts this time.”









Getting To Know Step-Mother
PART 2

Chapter 1

For the next few days, Barb’s miserable life continued much as before, except now she was receiving her prescribed one spanking a day, with additional ones thrown in for any number of transgressions, most contrived by her step-mother, but many for made-up misdeeds conjured up by Andy. The rule was that if Andy found the fault he got to give the spanking, so he looked for any opportunity to see a violation where there was none. Barb’s rear end was a constant shade of bright red, and, of course, always in view, since she was now expected to be naked at all times, and her face exhibited a steady stream of tears through much of the day.

“Oh, Barbie, I asked you nicely to get the spot out of my jeans over an hour ago, and it’s still there. You don’t seem to pay attention to anything I ask you to do. Bad Barbie!”

“But sir, I was outside cutting the grass. I couldn’t hear you out there.”

“You just weren’t listening hard enough, Barbie. Come over here and get your spanking. NOW!”

Barb hesitated a moment, then crossed to Andy as Helen moved into the living room to watch. Her tears began flowing before she placed herself over Andy’s lap. Her bright red behind, which had just received its daily prescribed dose an hour earlier, looked as though it couldn’t get any redder. Andy was about to prove that thought wrong, but, before he began, he ordered her to spread her legs for him. When she did, his hand dipped between her legs to pinch and pull on her protruding outer lips. He received great pleasure in hearing Barbara moaning and pleading and hearing her sobs increase. Soon he moved his hand forward to stimulate her clitoris, long enough for it to protrude from under the hood so that he could grab it between his thumb and index finger and twist.

Barbara screamed and rose up from Andy’s lap, but his grip on the nubbin was enough to hold her in place. When he finally tired of tormenting his step-s****r, he released her clit, bringing his hand up and smacking it down on Barbie’s sore buttock with all his might. Barb swore out loud for the very first time.

“Oh, shit! Oh, pleeeease don’t spank me, Andy. I’m already so sore. Pleeease!”

“It’s Master to you, Barbie-doll, and, because you said a bad word, I’m going to double the punishment. 40 spanks. How about that?”

“Good for you, Andy. Little girls who use bad words deserve extra punishment, and, when you’re finished I think a little soap-in-the-mouth is call for. Bad Barbie!”

And so the punishment went on and on, and Barbara’s seat got darker and darker, as she began crying so hard she started hiccupping. Her legs were flying about as though she was swimming the butterfly stroke, until, still hiccupping, and sobbing she collapsed on Andy’s lap. Andy, who had reached the 40th blow to her buttocks, thought at first that she had fainted, but the fact that she was still moaning told him she was a step beyond pain.

He pushed her to a standing position and checked to see the damage. The mere touch of one of her buttocks brought more tears and another shriek. Helen grabbed her arm and pulled her into the bathroom. Grabbing a bar of soap, she demanded that Barbara open wide. When she finally did, Helen f***ed the bar deep into her mouth and ordered Barbara to bite down on it. Barb did as ordered and was instructed to hold it there until Helen gave her the okay to release it. It was almost a minute later, during which time Barbara had been f***ed to swallow a number of times, before Helen let her spit the soap out.

“You are not to rinse your mouth out. Do you understand?”

Barb grimaced and swallowed more of the soapy deposit in her mouth.

“Now, it’s time for today’s lesson. Let’s start with math, shall we? Oh, I almost forgot. Andy has fixed up a nice chair for you to sit on, and I know how naked you feel without a bra, so I fixed one for you. Here, put it on.”

Barbara looked at the bra, and she noticed immediately that it was a couple of sizes too small, but, besides that, Helen had sewn netting into both cups with about twenty thumb-tacks in each cup protruding inward. Barbara started to shy from it, but Andy grabbed her arms from behind and Helen placed the bra over her breasts and hooked the back. Barbara screamed at the pain being driven into her tender breasts, especially her puffy nipples. The fact that the bra was too small meant that her breasts poked out well above the upper edges of the bra, making her look much bustier than normal, as well as making the pressure being caused by the tight fit giving her much more pain. It felt as though she was being stung by a swarm of bees, over and over. Helen checked the fit by pressing various spots on the bra, bringing wails from the beleaguered girl.

Then Helen showed her the chair Andy had fixed for her. It was a regular wooden kitchen chair, but in the center of the seat, sticking up, was a wooden dowel, approximately 1 ½ inches in diameter and almost six inches long. Barb tried to run away, but Andy and Helen each grabbed an arm, and as she screamed at the top of her lungs, they pushed her down to the dowel’s top. Helen placed Barbara’s little rosebud directly over the dowel and she and Andy pushed down very slowly until Barbara was firmly seated on the chair.

“Now, between the bra and the chair, I don’t think I’ll have to worry about your mind wandering, will I, Barbie-honey? Now, let’s turn your book to page 42.”

The chair and bra became a regular part of the curriculum, whenever Barbie had any of her schooling, except for the sex education classes. When the bra was released after each study session, Barb could see that usually it had just left deep depressions all over her breasts, and especially her nipples. Occasionally she could see where a tack or two had broken the skin and a few drops of bl**d had appeared.

About a week after she started being required to appear nude throughout the day, Helen told Barbara that she had a handyman coming to do some work on the house, and, so that his attention wouldn’t be diverted to watching a naked girl running around the house, she was to go to her room. After she had entered, Helen closed the door and slipped the bolt on the lock on the outside of the door. Barb heard some hammering and such while the workman was there, but was glad to be out from under Helen’s constant sadistic supervision. Several hours later she was allowed out of her room, and the cruelty returned, and she forgot the episode.

Chapter 2

A week or so later Helen called Barbie into the living room, where she found her two tormentors waiting. She could tell by the sparkle in their eyes that whatever was about to happen was not going to be to her liking. Barb stood before Helen with her hands clasped behind her back, as she had been recently instructed to stand before either of them whenever she was being addressed. This, of course, left her breasts and her hairless pussy open for inspection or torment, much to her embarrassment.

“Barbie, honey, you are overdue for your next sex education lesson, which is especially important for teenage girls. I hope you know by now that you must be very obedient and make no fuss about a little pain. Sex education for girls is no fun. It involves hard training. The most important things for a young girl to remember are cleanliness, elegance, endurance and willpower. Your primary concern, however, must be obedience. Are you ready to begin the next step in your sexual education?”

Tears began to form in Barb’s eyes, as she realized that whatever was about to happen was going to be very painful, but her answer would have to be the one she gave for everything nowadays.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then we start at the small ottoman over here. Now, sit down on the edge…No, you stupid girl…sit on the short side…Now, lie on your back.”

Reluctantly Barbie did as she was instructed, placing her arms beside her on the ottoman. She began to tremble slightly as she awaited the next order.

“Stretch your arms above your head, silly girl…yes…so you really show off those ugly tits of yours. That’s a nice view, isn’t it, Andy?”

“Yeah. The tiny nipples at the end of her boobies are erect, too!”

“That’s because all teenage girls like to show them off.”

Barb was totally embarrassed and turned her head to the side to avoid having to look at the leers on their faces. She pressed her legs together, afraid of what was to follow.

“Okay, dopey-girl, I want you to raise your legs up toward the ceiling…quickly, bitch…now spread them as far as you can…farther!...as far apart as you can get them…Oh, come on, you can do better than that.”

With that Helen crossed to the ottoman, grabbed Barbara’s ankles and yanked them a few inches further apart, drawing a screech from her prone victim.

“Come on Barbie, you can do better than that. That’s nothing, especially for a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl, who used to be a cheer-leader. Spread ‘em more! Further!”

Barbara tried with all her strength to spread her legs further, but they were already aching. She could feel her pussy lips spread slightly, and, the outer lips showing the slightest tinge of pink between them. Her face showed several shades pinker than usual, as she realized how exposed she was.

“You can be quite sure I will not tolerate such a poor performance. How can Andy learn how to handle girls, if he thinks they are as disobedient as you and have difficulty showing off their pussies? You are really asking for it, girl! It’s time to say hello to the groove strap!”

“I’m trying, ma’am. I’m doing my best. I can’t spread them any more. Please, ma’am.”

Her legs ached terribly now, and she tried to open her legs another half inch, without success.

“I’ve really had enough of your sass, young lady. Back talk during a sex education session while lying on your back will double your punishment. I planned to give you 5 slaps between your legs…after a few test slaps…since it’s your first time, but now you’ve earned ten!”

“Oh, nnnn…Please, I’m sorry, ma’am, really I am.”

“It’s too late, girl…Now, be brave…We begin with the test strokes. If you take them like a good girl, holding your position and make no unladylike noise, your training can start soon, and the “little helpers” can stay in the cupboard….You get one test stroke for each of your teenage years….We’ll start with you counting the smack to match each of your teenage years. So we’ll start with thirteen. Understood, Barbie?”

The tears began to roll down the sides of her face as she acknowledged Helen’s orders.

“After you call out the number I want you to beg, ‘Please make me learn how to spread my legs as I should in order to become an obedient girl.’ And after each stroke I want you to strain to open your legs a bit more.”

Helen positioned herself in front of the demoralized young girl, who was so very aware that Andy had snuck up behind his mother and both were now peering down at her open pussy. Helen grasped the groove strap, a thin rigid leather belt in her left hand. She looked directly in her young charge’s eyes.

“Are you ready for your sexual training, girl?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then start begging!”

With a satisfied smile on her face, Helen whipped the groove strap between Barb’s open legs.

SPLAT!

It was a light stroke, but the groove strap landed exactly where Helen aimed, between the open lips of the virgin’s slit. After a split second of shock Barbara screamed out, “Oww, Ooo…Not so hard, please…Ohh…ooo, my pussy is burning…Oh, please…. THIRTEEN!...Please make me learn how to spread my legs so I may become an obedient girl! Oh, ooo..I can’t stand it.”

Barb’s long legs dropped down to the floor, and she pressed her legs together to hide her pussy.

“Don’t press those legs together, you stupid girl. Now, get them back up in the air and spread them wide, little bitch! This was just a virgin-like light stroke, just to give you an idea and open up that pussy all the way for the real strokes. Your pussy is still too close set. I want to see everything before we’re finished. Now, get those legs up in the air again, and spread them!”

The sobbing girl pointed her feet toward the ceiling again, but fearfully opened her legs only partway. “What’s this lesson all about, young lady?”

Barbara whispered her answer. “…about how a teenage girl should spread her legs obediently, Ma’am”…”

“Then DO SO, quickly, bitch!” Her right hand came out to slap Barb’s leg with a loud smack.

Barbara obeyed quickly, opening her legs to the limit.

“Andy, you can help our little bitch-in-training by standing over Barbie-doll’s head, and maybe you could put something in her mouth to quiet her down. I know she’d appreciate having something else to concentrate on while we’re teaching her to spread her legs. She has to stay on her back until told otherwise and to point her feet to the ceiling… and keep them spread! Barbie, open your legs even a bit more. When you feel the pain on your pussy, you’ll know it’s far enough. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

In the meantime, Andy was unzipping his fly and removing his hard penis.

With tears streaming, Barbara muttered a “Yes, ma’am.”

“After Andy inserts and lets you suck on his nice big prong, there will be no teeth involved. If you bite him or rub your teeth against his penis, I swear your cunt will disappear after I finish with it. UNDERSTOOD!

As Andy began dipping it between her lips, Barb shook her head violently to let Helen know she understood.

“Then let’s continue begging for the test strokes!”

“Foueen…pease maake meee leawn hw t sled m les so I maaay com oedint girl.”

SPLAT!

Again, the groove strap landed on Barbie’s virgin pussy. This time it seemed as if the small end of the thin leather belt penetrated a little bit of her girlish slit.

“OOOWWWOOO….OOOOOH, GAAA!”

Barb had no choice but to keep lying on her back, as Andy sawed his prick in and out of her mouth, but again she closed her thighs without permission, and her feet fell to the floor for the second time.

“Pease, can’ sand t, hussy hurs so uch….PEEASE!”

“But, as a young girl you must learn to bear such strokes. Believe me, young lady, you are not the first girl to receive such strokes. My father and mother used to use the strap on me regularly.”

“God, Mom, this is great! My dick goes in further this way, and her mouth is so wet. WOW!”

“Peease…peease don’ ‘it e so har. Gaaack. Urk.”

“Stop arguing, Barbie! That wasn’t even a medium stroke, because I’ve been taking into consideration that you’re still a virgin, but you have to get used to a little pain between your legs…and as a girl gets older, her pain tolerance has to develop, until she is finally ready for sex. So the strokes will get a little harder as we proceed…so don’t waste my time, you little prick-tease, and get back in position. Spread those legs, girly!”

Helen waited until the girl was back in the ordered position. Her eyes were extremely frightened as she stared around Andy’s sawing penis into her step-mother’s cold eyes.

“Now then, what can I do for you?”

“Fifeen…pease ma’e me ler ‘ow t sred m le’s so ah mae ‘com a ‘beient gir.”

SWITT!

As the young girl’s pussy had swollen a bit from the previous strokes and because of her widely spread legs, her pussy had opened a little bit. As a result, the groove strap was able to dip a little deeper, and, this time, it really penetrated Barbie’s pussy.

“AAAAIIIIEEE…. Ohh Gah…OOOUUU!”

Despite the extreme pain Barb managed to keep her arms stretched behind her head and remained on her back with Andy’s help, but she again closed her legs, though she had the presence of mind to keep her legs extended in the air this time. This time, however, she not only pressed her thighs together, but she crossed her legs, trying to hide her young pussy from her stepmother.

“Pease…pease…I be’hing yo. Can sta’ any ‘ore!”

“No Missy, we will continue with your sex training for disobedient young girls, that’s for sure. You little prick-teasers like to have your pussy fingered and your boobs sucked…being fucked is just the next step. And Missy, I will decide if, when, and by whom you get deflowered! You will have absolutely no say in the matter. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”

A very quiet,“’Es, ma’.” Barbara sobbed and continued crossing her legs to hide her virgin slit. Andy decided her tits were just too luscious looking and took that moment to reach down and squeeze both of them.

“Aieeee. Oooouuu.”

“Barbie, I’m sure Andy would relish having a little doctor/patient play with his step-s****r, but we’ll save that for later…just open your legs WIDE and I’ll have a little look at your pussy.”

The fear and despair in Barbie’s eyes was palpable. Slowly she spread her legs wide until she felt her step-mother’s hand on her aching pussy. Again she crossed her legs, trapping Helen’s hand.

“Are you insane, you silly bitch? How can I examine your slit, if you don’t keep your legs spread?”

Barbie opened her legs to shoulder width, fighting her urge to pull them down.

“I suppose you’ve never had an OB-GYN exam, have you, young lady?”

Barbara shook her head ‘no’.

“That’s another argument for the need for sex education for teenage girls…Pain or the fear of pain doesn’t allow a girl to hide her pussy. Neither at the doctor’s or at home…So, what’s wrong with your pussy, Missy!”

“Bur’s s’muh, Can’ sand ih.”

Barbie began sobbing again, as Helen examined her pussy thoroughly, causing heavy tears from the sixteen-year-old.

“Your pussy is now nice and tender, just as a girl’s pussy should be! It seems ready for the true sex education. It’s a little bit red in the middle of the slit and your nice plump outer lips are a pretty shade of crimson, and your pussy’s starting to heat up. Nothing to worry about, Barbie. It will be best if Andy and I keep an eye on the state of your pussy during your training. Sadly I have to admit that your behavior during the first test strokes was very poor for a girl in her mid-teens. Be brave and really strain to open your legs after the last test blow. Convince me that you’re old enough to submit to your sex education for teen girls of your own free will, and the “little helpers” can stay where they are. OK?”

“I ty ma’ …”

“Self-control and endurance are most important for any teenage girl, and you should be ashamed of making such a fuss about a few strokes, Missy…Not to worry, though, I’m sure that by the time today’s training is over you will be able to really spread your legs. So, let’s finish the test strokes, shall we?...Get into position, Barbie. That’s it!”

Barb closed her eyes as the tears continued to flow, and spread her legs once again. Andy was now rapidly sinking his prick into Barb’s mouth, as it became obvious he was approaching an orgasm. Helen was pleased to notice that her step-daughter’s red pussy lips had opened up a bit more, enough to f***e the groove strap deep into her pussy.

“And how old is our disobedient school-girl now?”

Barbara looked confused as she peered through her legs at her step-mother, who was readying the groove strap for the next blow. She finally realized why she was being asked her age.

“Siseen…pease mae me le’n ow t sp’ed m le’s, so ah mae ‘ecom ‘edien gir. Ohhh…”

SWISH! SPLAT!!

Helen had struck much harder this time and aimed a little bit higher to really drive the painful message home. The groove strap showed its full potential to the young girl for the first time. It dipped deep between the slit, and this time Barbie’s pussy was penetrated to the fullest. This time the strap also opened the girl’s inner lips. The end of the powerful strap licked hard against her clitoris.

“OOOOOOOOWWWW….OOOOOOOO….OHHHHH, GAAAHHH, OOOOOOWWW!”

Barb immediately howled, putting her right hand between her legs to comfort her pussy. It was a most unladylike picture she was presenting, and Helen smiled.

At that moment Andy shot his load into Barbie’s mouth, and after a moment of quiet bliss, while she tried mightily to swallow everything, he pulled his penis out of her mouth with a huge sigh.

The teenager slowly spread her legs and clasping her pussy between both hands, rocked back and forth.

“Stop diddling yourself at once, girl. Hands away from your pussy, you ungrateful little bitch!”

Not wishing to anger her step-mother any more, Barbara removed her hands from her pussy and placed them above her head.

“That’s not fair. You hit my…my…”

“Andy, Barbie-doll is too stupid to name the most girlish part of her body. Maybe you can help her out.” Helen laughed.

“It’s her clit! You hit her clit, Mom!,” Andy answered proudly as he pulled his pants back up.

“Was Andy right? Did I finally open your pussy up to start your sex education, girly?”

“Yes, you hit my…clit. That hurt worse than anything you’ve done before…”

“Good. Now you’re ready for your ongoing sex education for disobedient teen girls.”

“Oh, please, ma’am. I can’t take any more. Pleeease, ma’am.”

“Well, you have to. And you should be thankful to Andy and me for all the work we’ve put in, just to teach you what every girl your age should know without making such a fuss about spreading your long legs and presenting your young pussy!”

“But I never thought that sex would mean so much pain.”

“Well, that’s why you are overdue for sex education for girls. This training is supposed to get you ready for what you will feel when you lie on your back, spread your legs and are penetrated by a large penis in your virgin pussy. This training is all about keeping your slutty legs open when you’re supposed to…and to ignore the pain for the pleasure of the man! But the test strokes really proved that you aren’t strong enough to endure your sex training without some help. So, please beg me to help you with the rest of your sex training. Missy.”

”Oh, nnnn…please…I can’t…”

“That’s it, little bitch, now I’m really angry….!”

“I’m sorry, ma’am…I really am…sorry….Please help me to endure my sex education!”

“All right, while I’m preparing the “little helpers,” I want you to go to the toilet, take a shower, fix your make-up, make yourself fresh, and put on what I laid out for you on your bed.”

Chapter 3

A half hour later Barbie appeared, looking like the worst kind of harlot. Helen had provided her with a pair of black patent high heels, five inches high, silly school-girl knee-length stockings, a black shiny mini-skirt, which reached midway to her crotch, showing her entire bl**d-red outer pussy lips and a matching black vest, which didn’t quite cover either of her nipples. Barbie felt more naked than she had when she was entirely nude. The heels were giving her real problems, as she’d never worn anything higher than two inches. Her embarrassment was obvious by the shade of pink her face had turned as she faced her tormentors.

“Well, look at our little runway model. All dressed up and no place to go. Turn around, sweetie, and show us how it looks in the back.”

With some difficulty Barbara managed to direct her heels on a 180 degree spin. What they saw was that the mini-skirt did little to cover her plump red buttocks.

“Bend over, honey, and spread those cute cheeks of yours.”

Barb did as ordered, teetering a bit as she compensated for the height of the heels. Then she tentatively reached back and grabbing each buttock in one of her hands, pulled them apart, showing her naked split peach and her little rose-petal. She was ordered to stay in that position for over a minute, as Andy and Helen chuckled to each other.

“All right, little show-off, stand up and turn around. Come on over here to me. I think you need some jewelry to go with your sexy outfit. I have a little clip here, but I don’t think it will fit on your whole puffy nipple, so I guess we’ll just stick it on this perky little end of the nipple. There! Those claws ought to hold it on.”

“Ooouuu…It hurts…Oh, please…”

“That’s all right, honey, I have one to go on this other little nip, so it won’t feel slighted. There, doesn’t that look nice?”

“Mom, can I put the weights on?”

“Oh, nnnn…please… that’s enough…pinches…”

“There we go, s*s. One pound, now two. Oh, that looks so neat.”

It was everything Barb could do to keep from reaching up to take the painful pincher off, but she knew the repercussions if she tried. Then Andy attached one, then two of the pound weights to the clip on the other nipple.
Barbara drew in her breath as the pain took hold.

“We’re not finished yet, Barbie, sweetie. Spread those long legs of yours, you know, like we worked on with the groove strap. That’s pretty good. I guess you can’t do much better with those heels on, can you? Now let me get down here so I can see what I’m doing. Oh, your pussy lips are so red. Now, hold still while I put this clip on your left labia. There. Now, we’ll finish with one on the right lip. Isn’t that cute. I guess it does smart a little, doesn’t it? I think it’ll hurt even more when Andy adds the weights.”

“Oh, please don’t. My pussy hurts so much already.”

“That’s the idea, Barbie. You need to learn to live with pain. We already discussed all this earlier. Okay, Andy, get down here and finish her up. Oh, that really pulls the lip down a lot, doesn’t it? Okay, let’s even it up on the other lip. Wonderful!”

“Now, whore, I want to see you walk around with all your new jewelry. That’s it.”

Barbara struggled to keep her legs spread sufficiently to walk and keep the heels from sliding out from under her at the same time. The walk was ludicrous, as the clips banged against one leg and then the other. Not to mention the pain of the additional weight on her pussy lips.

“All right, stop, bitch. Now I want to see you lean forward and swing those ta-tas back and forth. Faster. Faster, I said, bitch! Unless you want me to come over there and yank on them a little. That’s better. Look at ‘em swing, Andy! I think she needs one more pound on each side, don’t you?”

Andy raced over to do his mother’s bidding and soon Barbara was swinging three pounds from each little nipple tip.
She was sucking in air between her teeth with each swing. Eventually they tired of her swinging
her breasts, and wanted to watch her swing the weights between her legs, standing still, after Andy had added another pound to each of her pussy lips. The pain was getting excruciating, and still they laughed and poked each other as she went through her gyrations. Finally they let her stop, but ordered her to bring them Cokes from the refrigerator, and it was all she could do to hobble to the kitchen and back with two bottles in hand.

“Wouldn’t you like to dance with her, Andy? A nice slow close dance should be just the thing.”

Helen put a CD in the recorder and the strains of an old Sinatra song flowed out. Andy grabbed Barbie tightly, and she moaned as she felt the pressure of his chest against hers. Then his leg began extending between her legs, making sure to jiggle the hanging weights. It was all Barbara could do to keep from screaming as Andy grasped her tighter and tighter and kept extending his leg much further than he normally would. Eventually the song ended and Helen decided it was time for dinner. Barbara was, of course, expected to help in the preparations, as well as setting the table. When it came time to sit, Helen explained that Barbara was expected to stand throughout the meal.

After she had finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, Barbie was finally allowed to remove all of the clips. Her nipples and labia were numb, but still painful, before the clips were removed. When they were finally removed the indentations on both her nipples and labia were deep, waffled and viciously red. As the bl**d rushed to the areas that had been restricted, all four areas immediately began to throb intensely. She tried to ease the pain in her vaginal lips by massaging them, and was reprimanded once again by Helen for diddling herself and warned to desist.
She moved her hands to her throbbing nipples, but as soon as she started rubbing gingerly, Andy accused her of trying to excite herself, and she stopped, knowing she would be punished if she persisted.

Helen turned on television and, as she and Andy sat down beside each other on the couch, and sliding her dress up to her waist and her panties down to her feet, she suggested that Barbie could do something useful with her time and that for some reason she felt very sexually agitated and needed some relief. Andy, likewise, decided to remove his pants and shorts as he sat and suggested that when Barb was finished with his mom, she could work on him. Then Helen had a brilliant thought.

“Why don’t we let Barbie-doll work on both of us. This program is an hour long, so I want you to work on me until I push you off, because I’m almost there, and then work on Andy until he decides he’s getting close. You can alternate all hour long, but if either of us comes before the hour is up, boy, are you gonna get it! Okay, start!”

And so Barbara spent most of the hour moving back and forth between her two pain-givers, bringing each to the brink of ecstacy, then being pushed over to their cohort. This continued until a few minutes before the hour was up. Barb was tiring fast, her mouth and tongue had actually swollen slightly from the constant sucking and licking, but she was aware that they had almost reached the end of her punishment period and she looked forward to the rest.
Unfortunately she felt Andy beginning to tighten up and moan more vocally and waited to be pushed off to Helen. He had other plans, however, and he suddenly shot his hot load of sperm into her mouth. In spite of the fact that he had come earlier, his discharge was copious and she felt some of his sperm seeping out of the side of her mouth, before she was finally able to swallow what remained in her mouth.

“Goddam you, slut, you’re in for it now. I told you to keep it going for an hour, and, as usual, you disobeyed. Get yourself over here and finish me off.”

Barb hurried to right the wrong she’d done by bringing Helen to a screaming climax almost immediately, but her talented tongue was not enough to assuage her mistress.

“You deliberately disobeyed me and now you’ve earned yourself another spanking, bitch!”

“But Andy didn’t push me off…you said…”

“Never mind what I said! Get over my lap this instant.”

So Barbie pulled herself up and with eyes full of tears, she hesitantly leaned over Helen’s lap.

“Spread your legs, girl. I want to make sure you haven’t been enjoying yourself too much”

Helen reached between Barbie’s spread legs, rubbed her fingers through Barbie’s dry lips to her clit, massaged it a few moments until it began to flower, then grabbed it and twisted. Barb screamed out and began to cry in earnest.

“Maybe next time you’ll do as you’re told, you bad c***d.”

With this she began spanking Barbara for the fourth time that day, and the reddish hue of her nether cheeks began to turn crimson almost immediately. By the time Helen had spanked her bottom over fifty times, Barbara was weeping and crying out piteously. Her buttocks were almost violet in hue and, were it not for the fact that Helen’s hand was getting very sore, she probably would have received another fifty. Helen pushed her off her lap and told her to wash her face and go to bed, which Barbara was most happy to do, though she was to have a long and sore few hours before she drifted off.

As she was hobbling to her bedroom, she was stopped by Helen’s last words.

“Oh, and by the way, I’m having an old friend…uh, lover, to dinner tomorrow night and you will be serving it and furnishing the entertainment afterward. Good night.”

Chapter 4

The next day was pretty much like most days for Barb. By six o’clock she had received two spankings, her routine fifty from Helen and one from Andy for “not voluntarily sucking deep enough,” which f***ed him to push her head down on his prick, making her gag constantly. Her buttocks were so constantly sore that the mere touch would make her moan. Her breasts were almost as bad, especially her nipples. Andy doted on twisting, pulling, squeezing and biting them at every chance, it seemed, and Helen reinf***ed him by saying that was part of toughening her up.

Barb was instructed to stay in the kitchen until she was called to serve dinner, which suited her just fine. Andy had gone back to his room, probably to read his porno magazines, and Helen waited in the living room. At six on the dot, the doorbell rang and Helen answered it to greet Sam Harrington, her old lover.

They had met at a party years before. They hit it off at once, and by the end of the evening had ended up in the sack together. They had lived together for three years until Helen met Andy’s father and fell head over heels for him. After that Helen and Sam would run into each other once in a while, and it was obvious to both of them that the spark was still there, but nothing came of it until they happened to meet at the grocery store the previous week, and Helen had asked Sam to dinner. During their time living together, the two had discussed all aspects of sex and Helen knew that there was at least a slight sadistic streak in Sam, which came out occasionally during their love-making.

The two hugged and kissed each other passionately, and Helen made no move to remove Sam’s hand, when it wandered down to grasp one of her buttocks. They entered the living room and Helen asked if Sam would like a drink. As they sat and chatted about old times they finished off two highballs each and were feeling no pain by the time seven o’clock rolled around.

They moved into the dining room, where Helen called Andy to dinner, introduced him to Sam, and they sat down with Sam facing the kitchen’s swinging door. Helen rang her little dinner bell and Barbara entered with a rack of lamb on a platter. She was wearing her five inch heels, the white knee stockings and a little French apron. The apron fitted over her head and extended down to her thighs, her pussy being barely covered by the frilly frou-frou around the edge of the entire apron. The bodice of the apron, which tapered on both sides at her midriff, fit her breasts tightly, so that her puffy nipples were evident through the material. Her breasts stuck out sluttishly on each side, and the apron was tight enough to produce an excess of décolletage. Sam was surprised and delighted with Barbie’s get-up.

Barb slid the platter in front of Helen, as Helen matter-of-factly introduced her to Sam as her step-daughter. She left and returned with a bowl of roasted potatoes which she placed next to Andy. On her third trip from the kitchen she carried a pitcher of iced tea, and, after pouring Helen’s glass moved over to pour Sam’s. Obviously Helen had told Sam about Barbara’s situation, because as she poured tea into his glass, he suddenly f***efully jammed his hand up into her crotch, causing her to spill most of the pitcher directly onto Sam’s shirt and pants.

Helen jumped up, looking at Barbie with daggers, rushing over to grab her arm.

“You clumsy slut. Now look what you’ve done. Andy, go and get some towels to soak up the tea on the floor.”

“I…I..I’m sorry ma’am…I didn’t know…I mean…I’m so sorry.”

“You will be when I finish with you. First, Sam, take off those clothes and let me put them in the washing machine. Are your pants washable? Good. Take everything off. We’ll let Barbie-clutz give you a bath. That’s the least she can do.”

“Mmmeee…but I…”

“Don’t argue with me, you clod, get in my bathroom and draw a bath right now!”

Without a word, Barbara went into the bathroom, while Helen, after a wink at Sam, and a little manipulation of his semi-erect penis, took his clothes and placed them in the washing machine. When she returned they strolled into Helen’s bathroom hand in hand, she, fully dressed, and he, stark naked. The bath was ready and at Helen’s urging he stepped into the bath and sat.

“Now, bitch, I want you to wash Sam all over. Get to it!”

Barbie soaped up a washcloth and began washing Sam’s back. Eventually she had washed everything except his lower torso, which remained underwater.

“Sam, stand up so Barbie-blockhead can wash your middle. I want you to pay particular attention to that part that’s sticking out, dummy-girl. I don’t think soap will be enough. Better use your mouth on it to make sure it’s thoroughly clean. I have special plans for it later.”

And so, Sam stepped closer to the edge of the tub, and Barbara, totally humiliated and knowing she had no choice, moved up close to the tub and opening her mouth, slid Sam’s penis into her mouth. Sam was rather large in that department, so it was all she could do to get half of it in her mouth. No one seemed upset that she couldn’t swallow the whole thing, so she sucked for about a minute before she received instructions from Helen.

“That’s enough. We don’t want to exhaust poor Sam, at least not right now. Dry him off, and he can use my robe until his clothes are dry. Let’s go into the dining room, and, after you reheat everything, we’ll eat, finally.”

They all retired to the dining room, and an hour later had had their fill, at which point they moved into the living room. Andy decided to go back to his porno collection. When Barb had cleared the table and put everything in the dishwasher, she appeared before Helen and Sam, as she had been ordered. Sam looked somewhat ludicrous in Helen’s silk robe, but Helen ordered Barbara to sit on his lap and apologize for her stupidity.

As she struggled to come up with the words, Sam removed her apron and began playing with her breasts, finally dipping his mouth to catch one of her puffy nipples in it. The feeling was most pleasant for Barb, who usually was being bitten, when Andy did the same thing. She finally got the apology out and savored the gentle sucking by Sam.
Shortly he was delving his hand between her legs and she knew enough to spread them wide. Sam began fingering her clitoris gently, and eventually she began to feel a climax coming on. Just before she reached that point, Helen pointed out that it was time for Barbie’s punishment for her earlier stupidity.

Barbie reluctantly rose from Sam’s lap and the tears began to flow down her face, realizing how much this one was going to hurt. Helen couldn’t help but snicker as she looked over at Sam wrapped in her robe with a silken tent poking from his lap. She allowed a scowl to replace her smile, however, as she awaited Barbie’s placement over her lap.

“Barbie, you just can’t seem to stay out of trouble, can you? We try so hard to help keep you on the straight and narrow, and you always find a way to mess up. You’re just hopeless. Get down here now, you bad girl, so we can try once more to get you straightened out!”

This last recrimination was just too much for Barbara, and she burst into tears knowing full well the injustice that was being done to her, with no way to correct it. Sobbing, she placed herself over Helen’s lap. The first slap was preceded by a pinch of her very sore red buttock, which brought further tears and additional weeping.

SMACK!

Helen was not letting her off easy, as she threw herself into the game with hard strokes from the very first.

SLAP!

“Oh, please, ma’am, not so hard. I’m so sore back there.”

“SMACK!

Once again Helen delivered the blow with all her strength. She was obviously trying to impress Sam with her strength and forthrightness. The spanking continued in the same manner throughout, and Barbara soon went into her hysterical mode, including the final phase of c***dish hiccups, as she tried to get her breath. Helen finished off the spanking by pushing Barb to the floor with a look of disdain, followed by a huge smile over to Sam. He was impressed and still excited, as evidenced by his huge hard-on, which was now in full evidence as it had slid out between the folds of the robe.

As Barbie lay on the floor crying her heart out, Helen rose and went to Sam, grabbing his ramrod.

“Looks to me like you could use a little relief, big boy. Shall we wend our way into my boudoir?”

Sam jumped up and the two rapidly disappeared. Barbara lay on the floor until her crying subsided. She suddenly realized she was alone and there was nothing to prevent her from walking out the door to freedom. She rose slowly and painfully, and, realizing it was cool outside went to the hall closet and found one of Helen’s long winter coats. Wrapping herself in it she crept over to the front door, opened the lock, and turned the handle. Suddenly an earth-shattering alarm went off and continued as she tried to open the door. It finally opened, but the screen door was locked and she had to find the latch to open it. The alarm continued to blast.
“Going somewhere, s*s? I don’t think so!”
Andy grabbed her arm, just as Helen and Sam, both totally naked, came running into the living room.
“Well, I’m glad to see that alarm I had the workman install works. You have really done it now, you little slut. Not only were you trying to leave us, after all we’ve done for you, but you try to steal my good coat, as well. GET IN HERE NOW, BITCH!!”
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3 months ago
Great writing. Will there be a sequel?
8 months ago
I loved the abuse - excellent BDSM
1 year ago
Wow in todays world the cops would come and put all these sick fucks in jail. I have two daughters myself I would kill some one if they ever tried to hurt them. This is just sick writing very poor.
1 year ago
interesting. most of it missed the mark as bsdm and was just abuse. need more sex acts and not 100 or so spankings, whippings every day. just my thoughts.
1 year ago
didn't hear about Andy being allowed only anal to preserve her hymen and her servicing stepmom daily
1 year ago
Can't wait for part 2
1 year ago
That was a bit anti-climatic. I was totally waiting for a lesbo scene.
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retired
1 year ago
is there more?
1 year ago
This just abuse
1 year ago
Quite the story