The Dominant Stepdaughter - Part 11 (FM/F)

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The Dominant Stepdaughter - Part 10 (FM/F)

 [Continued from Part 9]

“Well, well,” she mused aloud, her tone thoughtful but still laced with that cruel edge. “Looks like all this has gotten you a little worked up too, Jake.”

Jake’s grin widened, his hand moving subtly over the front of his jeans. “I can’t help it,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Watching you put her in her place? It’s… well, you know.”

Stephanie then leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she spoke to Jake, her eyes never leaving the bulge in his jeans. “I wonder,” she began, her lips curling into a mischievous smile, “since she’s already here… maybe she should be the one to take care of your little… problem there…”

Chapter 11: Pleasing Jake

Rebecca’s stomach twisted, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she realized what was being suggested. Her mind raced, but there was no way out—no way to escape the humiliation that Stephanie had planned for her.

Jake raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the suggestion. His gaze flicked down to Rebecca, a slow, amused smile spreading across his face as he considered it. “You think so?” he asked, his tone playful but filled with both anticipation and indifference. “She’s pretty old,” he said, his tone dripping with casual disdain, “but maybe she knows a few tricks that might be worth something,”

Rebecca felt her cheeks burn as his words sank in. Old? She knew she wasn’t a girl anymore, but to hear him say it so plainly, so dismissively, stung in a way that left her feeling both mortified and strangely aroused. She had half a mind to snap back at him, but before she could gather herself, Stephanie chimed in with a playful, teasing grin.

“Oh, come on, Rebecca,” Stephanie taunted, leaning back with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You must have some tricks up your sleeve. I bet you’ve used a few on Daddy before, haven’t you?” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Why don’t you show Jake some of those?”

Rebecca’s heart raced, the heat spreading from her cheeks down her neck. She felt utterly trapped, cornered by her stepdaughter’s suggestion, the implication hanging in the air, both scandalous and humiliating. She opened her mouth to respond but found herself at a loss for words. How could she even begin to answer that? She felt her skin prickle with shame as both pairs of eyes stayed fixed on her, waiting, watching, anticipating her response.

She couldn’t speak; the words were lodged in her throat, blocked by the heavy weight of her own embarrassment. The silence stretched on, and with each passing second, her shame deepened, mingling with the strange, intoxicating pull of their scrutiny.

Rebecca couldn’t believe what she was hearing—couldn’t fathom that Stephanie would take this so much further. The humiliation of the spanking had already broken her, left her vulnerable and exposed, but this… this was something entirely different. She was suggesting… some sort of sexual favor. The very thought sent a wave of embarrassment crashing over her. She was supposed to be the mature, responsible one—the stepmother, for heaven’s sake. Yet, here she was, considering what it might mean to obey this demand, to degrade herself for someone half her age, whose interest seemed less like admiration and more like a detached expectation.

Her face flushed, but despite the shame gnawing at her, she felt a thrill that she couldn’t deny. The idea of letting go and surrendering to Jake had a pull she hadn’t anticipated. The thought of kneeling before him, of offering her mouth to satisfy his every whim, made her pulse quicken. She didn’t even like oral… but…

Why did this humiliation spark something so dark and thrilling within her? She felt a sick, insistent urge to show him just how far she could fall, how deeply she could abase herself. The humiliation of it all only seemed to make her want it more. She ached to be stripped of her dignity, to be nothing more than a plaything for this young man who cared so little for her, who would only take what he wanted with indifference.

Stephanie pushed Rebecca off her lap and made her kneel at her feet. She glanced down at Rebecca, her smirk widening as she gently lifted the older woman’s face with a finger under her chin. Rebecca’s tear-filled eyes met hers, wide and filled with fear.

“What do you think, Rebecca?” Stephanie asked softly, her tone almost sweet but with a wicked edge. “Are you ready to be a good girl and make it up to Jake?”

Rebecca’s lips trembled, her entire body shaking as the weight of the situation bore down on her. She didn’t want to do it—didn’t want to face another layer of this humiliation—but also she did… plus she knew, deep down, that resistance was futile. Stephanie had already taken everything from her. There was no use in fighting. And she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to fight.

For the truth that not even Rebecca fully understood was that she couldn’t bring herself to act unless the decision was out of her hands. Only by being “forced” could she reconcile her conflicting emotions, allowing herself to sink deeper into this dark desire while still holding on to the illusion of reluctance. It was only under the weight of her stepdaughter’s demands, under the press of her unyielding control, that she could give in, letting herself be carried away by the tide of her own hidden cravings.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke, broken and defeated. “I… I don’t… please…”

Stephanie’s grip tightened slightly, her smirk unwavering as she leaned closer. “This isn’t about what you want, remember?” she whispered, her voice sharp and commanding. “Now, be a good girl… and take care of it.”

“N-no… Stephanie, please, I can’t… I won’t,” Rebecca stammered, her voice trembling with fear and desperation, but in her perverted truth, begging for it.

Stephanie’s eyes narrowed, her smirk fading into a look of cool displeasure. “Oh? So you’re going to disobey me again? After everything I’ve already done to try and teach you how to behave?”

“Please, Stephanie… don’t make me… I can’t.”

For a long moment, the room was silent, the tension thick between them. Stephanie’s eyes remained locked on Rebecca’s, cold and calculating, before her lips curled into a cruel smile. “If you don’t do as I say, then I suppose I’ll have no choice but to give you more obedience training,” she said softly, her voice dripping with menace. “And we both know how that went last time, don’t we?”

Rebecca’s entire body went rigid at the threat, her mind flashing back to the agonizing pain of Stephanie’s earlier “training”—the way she had been pulled up and down by her nipples, forced to submit, humiliated beyond anything she had ever experienced. The thought of enduring that again, or worse, and in front of Jake, was more than she could bear.

“I’ll take you up to your tip-toes again, right here,” Stephanie continued, her voice a low whisper now, meant only for Rebecca’s ears. “And I’ll make sure you remember exactly who’s in charge. Do you want that, Rebecca? Because it seems like you haven’t learned your lesson yet.”

Tears spilled down Rebecca’s cheeks as the weight of her situation settled over her. She was trapped, powerless, and utterly at Stephanie’s mercy. Her body trembled with fear and humiliation, and the threat of further punishment loomed over her like a dark cloud. She knew that if she resisted, Stephanie would follow through on her threat without hesitation.

Her voice barely above a whisper, Rebecca finally spoke, her words choked with tears. “Please… don’t…”

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning as she stepped back, satisfied with Rebecca’s submission. “Then do as I say, and we won’t have a problem. Now… be a good girl and show Jake how obedient you can be.”

Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest, her stomach twisting painfully as she looked between Stephanie and Jake, and the prominent bulge in Jake’s trousers. Every fiber of her being screamed against what she was being asked to do, but the fear of Stephanie’s punishment was too great, too overwhelming. With tears streaming down her face, she hesitated for a moment longer. She needed… more.

Stephanie’s eyes remained fixed on Rebecca, her expression hardening as the hesitation stretched on. The smirk on her lips faded into something colder, more determined. With deliberate steps, she moved across the room to the small desk in the corner, pulling open a drawer without a word. The sound of wood scraping against wood filled the silence as she reached inside, her fingers brushing over the contents until they settled on two large metal binder clips.

Rebecca’s eyes widened as she watched Stephanie return, the growing panic in her face unmistakable. Her breaths quickened, the tremble in her body intensifying as Stephanie approached, binder clips held loosely in her hand.

Without a word, Stephanie stepped in front of Rebecca. Her movements were calm, precise as she clipped the first one to one of Rebecca’s tender nipples.

Rebecca gasped, her body jolting with the sudden, sharp pain. Tears welled in her eyes, and a choked sob escaped her lips, but she dared not move, knowing the consequences of resistance all too well.

“There,” Stephanie said, her voice soft but laced with authority. “That should remind you to listen.”

With methodical ease, Stephanie attached the second binder clip, her gaze never leaving Rebecca’s face as the older woman whimpered in pain, her hands hovering uselessly at her sides. The pressure and sting of the clips left Rebecca trembling uncontrollably, her sobs coming in short, desperate bursts.

“You’re getting off easy,” Stephanie remarked, her tone sharp as she stepped back to survey her work. “If you keep defying me, it will get much worse.”

Rebecca’s body shook with each shallow breath, her eyes filled with tears as the sharp sting from the binder clips cut through her already bruised and sore chest. She wanted nothing more than to rip them away, but the weight of Stephanie’s threat hung heavy in the air, silencing any remaining defiance.

“Consider this a warning,” Stephanie continued, her voice calm and measured, as though this was all a simple matter of discipline. “Now, are you ready to behave, or do you need more encouragement?”

The humiliation of it all was unbearable, but at the same time, Rebecca could feel that twisted desire within her growing stronger, feeding on the loss of her control. She was trapped, cornered, and utterly defeated—and a part of her, the part she could barely admit to, craved every moment of it.

Rebecca’s sobs grew louder, her body sinking under the weight of both the pain and the sheer humiliation of the moment. Slowly, she nodded, her spirit thoroughly broken. Stephanie’s expression barely shifted, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she crossed her arms, satisfied with the submission before her.

“Good,” she said softly. “Let’s not have any more hesitation.”

Rebecca’s heart pounded, and her mind swirled with a potent mix of fear and excitement. She felt herself sinking into a place she’d never dared to go before, a place where the thought of debasing herself to this handsome jock, who seemed so indifferent to her, made her pulse race. The threat of further discipline only heightened the tension, feeding that deep, hidden desire to surrender completely.

Without another word, she crawled closer to Jake, feeling her body betray her as she let herself succumb to the allure of their cruelty. Her humiliation was palpable, but it was intertwined with a sick thrill that kept her going, made her want to please him, to see just how far he would push her.

Slowly, shakily, she knelt directly in front of him, her hands trembling as she reached for the button of Jake’s jeans, her vision blurred by tears.

Jake didn’t smile or soften as she leaned in, showing no sign of affection. His hand moved to her chin, tilting her face up to look into his eyes, which were filled with a cold amusement. The disdain in his gaze only spurred her on, making her feel even more desperate to prove herself, to degrade herself in whatever way he demanded.

Rebecca knew she was losing herself to this, that she was willingly sinking deeper into submission, driven by a need to please this boy who looked at her with such casual cruelty. And she wanted it more than anything—to let go of all her dignity, to offer herself up completely to him, no matter the cost.

"Go on," Stephanie urged, her voice laced with cruel anticipation. "Show Jake how sorry you are."

Rebecca's fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, her breath hitching as she finally managed to free Jake's cock. It was hard and hot and thick.The sight of it made her cheeks burn even hotter, and her body tensed as she fully contemplated what was expected of her. She felt her pulse quicken, a strange mix of intimidation and excitement coursing through her. She knew she was about to be pushed further than she ever had before, forced to cross a line she’d once considered immovable. And yet, despite the fear and the overwhelming embarrassment, she couldn’t deny the aching pull of desire that twisted within her.

Rebecca’s mind whirled, torn between her instincts to resist and the weight of their silent command pressing down on her. She had no choice; they’d cornered her completely, and she knew that any further resistance would only prolong her torment. She could feel Stephanie’s hands resting on her shoulders, grounding her, holding her in place, and reminding her that there was no escape.

Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions—fear, shame, and a strange, almost desperate lust. She knew what was expected of her, and as she looked at him, she found herself trembling, teetering on the edge of surrender, ready to finally give in to their demands.

"Open your mouth," Stephanie instructed, her tone sharp. Rebecca complied, parting her lips as Jake pulled her mouth onto his cock by the back of her head. The taste of him was overwhelming, and she gagged as he pulled her deeper, his hands gripping her hair tightly.

Tears streamed down Rebecca's face as she struggled to accommodate him. Stephanie's gaze was fixed on the scene before her, her own arousal growing with each passing moment.

As Rebecca took him into her mouth, she was overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. He was impossibly hard and thick, the thickness stretching her lips, making it difficult to accommodate him. She felt every inch, and it was as though he went on forever, impossibly long, filling her completely. Her initial instinct was to pull back, but Jake’s hand held her in place, silently demanding that she continue.

Jake's pull became more insistent, his grip on Rebecca's hair tighter. "That's it," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all."

Rebecca's eyes watered, her throat constricting around Jake's length. She could feel Stephanie's eyes on her, watching her every move, her every reaction. The humiliation was almost too much to bear, but there was no escape, no reprieve from the punishment she was enduring.

Rebecca's body was a symphony of discomfort, each note a reminder of her place in this twisted dynamic. The cruel binder clips bit into her tender nipples, their grip a constant, throbbing torment that made her wince with every breath. Her bottom, still smarting from the earlier spanking, radiated heat against the coolness of the room, the soreness a testament to Stephanie's disciplinary hand.

Jake rose to his feet, and with a firm grip on the back of Rebecca’s head, he pulled her forward. She barely had a chance to catch her balance, forced to follow him clumsily on her knees as he guided her along, his cock still fully filling her mouth. Rebecca’s hands scrambled for purchase, her knees scraping against the floor as she struggled to keep up with his pace. The indignity of being pulled along like this, her mouth still stretched around him, only heightened the deep flush of her humiliation.

She could feel her pulse pounding, her face burning with the shame of her predicament. Every inch she moved seemed to remind her of her powerlessness, of the way he was leading her without care, his focus solely on his own satisfaction. The discomfort of the position, the awkwardness of trying to move in sync with his strides while on her knees, was nothing compared to the raw vulnerability that coursed through her.

Yet, despite the indignity, a dark thrill ran through her. She knew that this was what she needed—to be taken completely, to be forced to follow, to be made to comply without hesitation. She could feel Stephanie’s eyes on her, watching with a smirk, and that only added to the intensity of the moment. Her thoughts were a whirl of shame and desire as she surrendered, letting him lead her wherever he wanted, helpless to do anything but submit.

Jake finally stopped, standing firm as he gripped Rebecca’s head with a relentless hold. Without a word, he began thrusting deeply into her, each movement pushing her to take him further. Rebecca felt the force of each thrust, her body responding instinctively to keep up with his rhythm, but it was a struggle to keep herself steady as he took complete control.

She was utterly at his mercy, each deep thrust reinforcing just how powerless she was. The weight of his dominance left her no room to think, only to comply, to take him as he demanded, her own needs and discomfort irrelevant in the face of his insistence. She felt her cheeks burn hotter, a new wave of embarrassment washing over her as she realized just how completely she had surrendered.

Jake's hips surged forward, his cock invading her mouth with a brutality that left no room for hesitation. He was relentless, using her mouth with a savagery that made her gag, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate his thrusts.

The binder clips swung wildly with each of Jake's movements, their motion tugging at her sensitive nipples, the pain mingling with the overwhelming fullness in her mouth. Rebecca's hands flew to Jake's thighs, her fingers digging into his hard-toned muscles in a futile attempt to steady herself, to brace against the onslaught.

As Jake's cock began to twitch, signaling his imminent climax, Rebecca's panic set in. She desperately tried to pull away, her body recoiling from the impending deluge, but Jake's grip on her hair was unyielding. He held her in place, his eyes flashing with a cruel intensity as he began to cum, the hot, sticky fluid flooding her mouth.

Rebecca's eyes widened in horror as she realized she was going to be made to swallow, a thought that sent her mind reeling. With her husband, Stephanie's father, on the rare occasions she allowed the act, she always spat it out after, a small act of defiance in a relationship that was already strained. But here, with Jake and Stephanie, she had no such luxury.

As Jake's cum continued to flow, Rebecca's desperation grew. She tried to push away, her hands flailing against his thighs, but he was too strong, too relentless. His grip on her hair tightened, his cock still throbbing in her mouth, as he emptied himself into her.

Rebecca screamed and squirmed and kicked her little feet as the bitter taste of his cum coated her tongue, her throat, her mouth, a constant reminder of her submission, her surrender to their will. Rebecca's body trembled, her mind racing with the implications of her situation, as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of her new life.

Stephanie's voice cut through the silence, her words a cruel instruction that made Rebecca's heart sink. "Swallow every last drop, Rebecca. You're a good little cum dumpster, aren't you? Show Jake how much you love being used."

Rebecca's throat constricted, her body rebelling against the invasion, but she knew she had no choice. She swallowed, the bitter taste of Jake's cum burning her throat, her mouth, her soul. The act was a surrender, a submission to their will, and Rebecca felt a piece of her dignity die with each passing moment.

As Jake finally released his grip on her hair, Rebecca slumped forward, her body shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The binder clips remained, a cruel reminder of her predicament, the pain a stark contrast to the satisfaction etched on Stephanie's face.

Stephanie clapped slowly, a triumphant smile on her face as Rebecca pulled back, and Jake tucked himself away. "Well done, Rebecca," she said, her voice dripping with mock praise. “But you know, Jake is a real athlete. He’ll be ready to go again before you even know it. Now, let’s see if you have anything else you can offer him…”

[Continued in Part 11]

The Dominant Stepdaughter - Part 9 (FM/F)

 [Continued from Part 8]

Stephanie’s hand hovered over Rebecca’s bottom for a moment, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the robe where it had ridden up, exposing the tops of Rebecca’s thighs. “I warned you,” Stephanie said, her voice low and dangerous. “Jake, do you think she deserves to keep the robe on?”

Jake grinned, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched the scene unfold. “I don’t think so, Steph,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “She’s been squeaking on practically every slap. I think she’s earned herself a proper spanking—without the robe. And you know what? I think that ass is practically begging for it.”

“Stand up,” Stephanie ordered, her voice soft but commanding, the false sweetness of her tone making the situation even more unbearable.

Chapter 10: Stripped Bare and Spanked

Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, her hands still gripping the loose robe, her body trembling. She could feel Jake’s eyes on her, watching with keen interest as the thin layer of fabric threatened to fall away completely. Her mind raced, every instinct screaming at her to cover herself, to escape the growing humiliation, but there was no way out. She was trapped in this moment, at the mercy of Stephanie and Jake. It was what she wanted, and yet didn’t, all at the same time.

Stephanie leaned back slightly, her arms crossed as she looked up at her stepmother with a mocking smile. “Now, Rebecca,” she said softly, “since you couldn’t stay quiet, you lose the robe. And then Jake will see exactly what you’ve been hiding.”

Rebecca swallowed hard, her face flushed with humiliation. She couldn’t meet their eyes, couldn’t bring herself to look at the satisfaction written across Stephanie’s face or the curiosity in Jake’s. Her hands shook as she hesitated, the fabric of the robe slipping further off her shoulders with each passing second.

“Go on,” Stephanie urged, her voice filled with cruel amusement. “Take it off. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

Rebecca’s heart hammered as she struggled to keep her composure, her fingers clutching the edges of the robe as if it were her last lifeline. He’s going to see everything, she realized, her face flushing with humiliation. She’d never felt so small, so completely exposed, knowing that once she dropped the robe, there would be nothing left to hide.

The thought of revealing her tiny breasts filled her with a sharp pang of embarrassment. She’d always been self-conscious about them, and now, with Jake’s gaze fixed on her, the idea of him seeing her so bare, so vulnerable, made her want to shrink away. And below… she bit her lip, the shame intensifying knowing how meticulously she’d groomed herself, leaving her mound smooth and exposed. He’s going to see everything. The humiliation was almost unbearable, knowing that nothing would be left to the imagination.

She tried to steel herself, but the thought of what would come next made her knees weak. Once the robe was gone, Stephanie would undoubtedly put her back over her knee. Rebecca could already picture the scene, her bare bottom upturned, completely vulnerable, with Jake seated behind her. Her stomach twisted at the thought of him seeing her most intimate places—the soft curve of her bare bottom, her exposed pussy from behind, even the tiny, private spot of her bottom hole. She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to will the thoughts away, but they only grew more vivid, making her cheeks burn hotter.

How did I end up here, like this? She could hardly breathe, caught between the overwhelming shame and a strange, undeniable pull. But there was no turning back now. Her throat tightened, her fingers trembling as she slowly pulled the robe open. The knot, now loose, fell away completely, leaving the robe hanging loosely at her sides. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the overwhelming sense of exposure washing over her as she stood there, her chest bare beneath the soft folds of fabric.

Stephanie’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her smirk widening as she watched Rebecca struggle with the final step. “Drop it,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Rebecca’s hands shook violently as she shrugged off the robe, allowing it to fall to the floor in a soft heap at her feet. Her body, naked and vulnerable, was fully exposed to them now—her small breasts, her bare pussy, everything laid bare. Standing there, completely bare, she could feel Jake’s eyes roaming over her, taking in every inch, and the reality of her exposure crashed over her in a wave of raw, agonizing embarrassment.

There was a moment of silence in the room, the weight of Rebecca’s humiliation hanging heavy in the air. She could feel her heart racing, the heat of their stares burning into her skin. Her arms itched to cover herself, but she didn’t dare move, too afraid of what Stephanie might do if she tried to hide.

Jake’s eyes roamed over her body, lingering on her chest for a moment before a slow, amused grin spread across his face. “Wow,” he said, chuckling softly, “I thought Stephanie was exaggerating when she said you were flat, but…” His gaze flicked back to her small, exposed breasts, his grin widening. “She wasn’t kidding, huh? Those really are tiny.”

Rebecca’s breath hitched, her entire body stiffening at Jake’s cruel remark. The words cut deep, stabbing at her already fragile sense of self. Her face burned with shame, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to keep herself together, but it was no use. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, the weight of their mockery too much to bear.

Stephanie let out a soft, mocking laugh, clearly enjoying the exchange. “I told you,” she said with a grin, her eyes flicking to Jake. “She’s always been so self-conscious about it, and now you can see why.”

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed an even deeper red, her arms twitching with the instinct to cover herself, but she didn’t dare move. She stood there, completely exposed, her body trembling under the weight of their laughter, her small breasts bare for both of them to mock.

“But Jesus, Steph,” Jake said, tilting his head. “What the hell did you do to her tits? They look… beaten.”

Rebecca’s face flushed deeper, the shame radiating off her as she hugged herself tighter, her body shaking under Jake’s scrutinizing gaze. The bruises from earlier pulsed painfully as if his words alone were enough to reignite the burning sting she’d endured.

Stephanie glanced at Rebecca’s chest with a casual, almost dismissive air before turning her attention back to Jake. Her expression didn’t shift, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she responded, “Oh, that? That was just a little obedience training before her spanking.” She shrugged as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I had to remind her who’s in charge. It worked pretty well, I think.”

Rebecca’s breath hitched, her mind spinning with the memory of Stephanie’s earlier torment—how she had been dragged down to her knees by her tender nipples, pulled up painfully until she was on her tiptoes, utterly helpless under Stephanie’s grasp. The humiliation of it had been overwhelming, but hearing Stephanie describe it so casually, as if it had been nothing more than a simple correction, made it all the worse.

Stephanie’s smirk deepened as she turned her attention fully to Rebecca now, her eyes narrowing with cruel amusement. “What do you think, Rebecca? Do you need any more obedience training?” Her voice was laced with mockery as she slowly crossed her arms. “Would you like to be taken down to your knees again? Maybe back up on your tiptoes by those tiny tits of yours?”

Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat, her chest tightening with dread as her eyes darted between Stephanie and Jake, both of whom were watching her, waiting. She felt the weight of their expectation pressing down on her, the threat of further humiliation hanging in the air.

“No, please,” Rebecca whispered, her voice trembling. “No more…”

But Stephanie raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying Rebecca’s desperation. “Are you sure? You seemed like you needed a reminder earlier, and you’ve been awfully defiant since Jake’s been here.”

Rebecca’s legs trembled beneath her, and she shook her head quickly, her voice almost a whimper. “No… no more. I’ll be good. Please.”

The smirk on Stephanie’s face widened, satisfied by Rebecca’s submission. “Good,” she said softly, her tone dark and commanding. “Then don’t give me any reason to train you again. Understood?”

Rebecca nodded quickly, her heart racing as the fear of what might come next gnawed at her. She could feel her body trembling, every muscle tight with tension and humiliation, knowing that at any moment, she could be reduced to nothing once again.

"Turn around," Stephanie commanded, her voice sharp. "Let’s see how bruised that little bum of yours is from earlier, shall we?" Stephanie said with a mocking lilt to her voice.

Rebecca’s heart sank even deeper, her mind racing with panic. The shame of what was to come hit her like a wave, but she knew there was no point in resisting. Slowly, with tears brimming in her eyes, Rebecca turned around, her back now facing them, and she could feel both of their eyes on her bare, bruised backside. She clenched her fists at her sides, every muscle in her body tensing with the humiliation of the moment.

It was a mess, the skin mottled with dark bruises and angry red welts from where Stephanie’s hand had come down with too much force. The soreness had already settled in deep, making every slight movement a painful reminder of her earlier humiliation.

Jake’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight, the smug amusement on his face flickering for a moment as he saw just how battered Rebecca’s backside was. “Damn,” he muttered, clearly taken aback. “Maybe you should go easy on her, Steph. That looks pretty rough.”

For a brief moment, Rebecca felt a flicker of hope at Jake’s words. Maybe, just maybe, he’d convince Stephanie to show her some mercy. But her hope was quickly dashed as Stephanie laughed, her voice full of condescension.

“Oh, Jake,” Stephanie said, shaking her head. “You’re missing the point. It’s not my fault she’s getting another spanking. If she hadn’t diddled herself in the living room, and then been disobedient after, we wouldn’t be here again, would we?” Her gaze never left Rebecca’s bruised skin. “Now she has to suffer the consequences of her actions.”

Rebecca bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the sob that threatened to escape. Stephanie’s words hit her like a punch to the gut, reminding her just how little control she had in this situation. She was being punished for her actions.

Jake hesitated for a moment, glancing at Rebecca’s bruised backside again, but the weight of Stephanie’s authority was clear. He sighed, clearly resigned to the situation. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said finally, shaking his head. “She brought this on herself.”

Rebecca felt her stomach twist as Jake’s words hung in the air. There would be no reprieve, no mercy. Stephanie’s control over her was absolute, and Rebecca’s suffering was far from over. She stood there, exposed and humiliated, knowing that the pain she’d already endured was nothing compared to what was still to come.

“Turn back around again. Keep those hands by your sides. No covering up,” Stephanie commanded.

Rebecca hesitated, every nerve in her body screaming at her to resist. But Stephanie’s commanding tone left her with little choice. Slowly, she turned back again to face them, forcing her hands to stay rigidly at her sides as she complied. Her arms ached with the effort of resisting the instinct to cover herself, but she knew that any attempt to hide would only lead to further humiliation. She could feel her cheeks burning as she stood there, completely bare, her gaze fixed on a point just beyond them, desperate to avoid their eyes.

Stephanie’s smug smile only deepened as she took in Rebecca’s obedience. “That’s a good girl,” she cooed mockingly. “And look at those teeny tiny titties. So cute!” She gestured dismissively at Rebecca’s chest, the casual cruelty in her tone making Rebecca’s stomach twist with embarrassment. She fought back the urge to cover herself, her skin prickling under the scrutiny, aware of every inch of herself on display.

She risked a glance at Jake, who watched her with an intensity that made her want to shrink away. His eyes roamed over her, lingering on her exposed chest, then drifting down her body, taking in every detail. She could feel his gaze, hot and unrelenting, and she struggled to steady her breathing, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

“So, Rebecca,” Stephanie purred, her voice dripping with condescension, “are you going to be a good little girl for your spanking?”

Rebecca’s cheeks burned at the question. The word “little” echoed in her mind, emphasizing how small and helpless she felt under Stephanie’s control. She swallowed, unable to bring herself to speak, knowing that her humiliation was far from over.

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for an answer. “If you’re a good little girl, maybe I’ll let you off easy,” she continued. “Just a little baby spanking. That would be much easier for you, wouldn’t it?”

Rebecca’s stomach twisted, but she had no choice but to agree. If there was a chance Stephanie might go easy on her, she’d have to play along. She took a shaky breath and forced herself to look at Stephanie. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath, “I’ll be good.” If she could get away with something gentler, perhaps she could preserve a shred of her dignity—or at least avoid some of the sting.

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “That’s not what I asked, Rebecca. I want to hear you say the words. Are you going to be a good little girl?”

Rebecca clenched her fists, feeling the burn of shame creeping up her neck. The thought of saying those words out loud, in front of Jake, was almost too humiliating to bear. “I’ll… I’ll cooperate, I promise” she tried again, desperately hoping this might suffice.

Stephanie sighed, shaking her head with exaggerated disappointment. “That’s not good enough, Rebecca. I think you know exactly what I need to hear.” Her tone was firm, with an edge that told Rebecca there would be no escaping this without complete submission. “I need you to say, ‘I’ll be a good little girl.’ If you don’t, I might have to change my mind about that baby spanking.”

Rebecca bit her lip, the words sticking in her throat. The idea of submitting so completely, of uttering those humiliating words in front of both Stephanie and Jake, felt like an impossible hurdle. But Stephanie’s gaze remained unyielding, and Rebecca could feel the control slipping further away with each passing second. She glanced at Jake, catching the hint of a smirk playing at his lips, and the heat in her cheeks intensified.

Taking a shaky breath, she forced herself to look back at Stephanie. Her voice trembled as she finally surrendered, unable to avoid the inevitable. “I’ll… I’ll be a good little girl,” she whispered, barely able to get the words out.

Stephanie’s smile widened, a glint of satisfaction lighting up her eyes. “There we go. Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She stood and gestured to the spot in front of her. “Over my knee, little girl. And remember, if you struggle, that ‘baby spanking’ might just turn into something much more serious.”

Rebecca hesitated for a moment, her heart racing with dread. The idea of going over Stephanie’s lap, of being spanked again in front of Jake, this time fully nude, sent a wave of panic through her. But she knew she had no choice. Slowly, reluctantly, she lowered herself across Stephanie’s waiting lap, her body stiff and tense as she positioned herself for the inevitable.

Stephanie’s hand rested on Rebecca’s lower back, pressing her down firmly. “I want you to arch that bottom of yours for me,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “Raise it up high. Obscene even. And spread those legs a bit. I want to see you present yourself properly for Jake.”

Rebecca’s stomach twisted, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to obey. It was already humiliating enough to be naked and bent over Stephanie’s lap, but the demand to arch her bottom—obscenely, as Stephanie had put it—and spread her legs, made the shame almost unbearable. And yet…

“Go on,” Stephanie urged, her tone sweet but with a sharp edge. “Arch it for me, Rebecca. Or do I need to take more drastic measures to make sure you listen? Maybe I should fetch the hairbrush and really give it to you?”

Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning as she shifted her hips, spread her legs slightly and arched her back in an effort to comply. She could feel the cool air of the room brush against her exposed skin, her bottom raised high, completely vulnerable. The position felt degrading, her body positioned in a way that left her utterly powerless and on display for both Stephanie and Jake.

“That’s better,” Stephanie purred, her hand lightly trailing over Rebecca’s bare bottom, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin with a teasing touch. “I knew you’d listen if I pushed you hard enough.”

Rebecca bit her lip, trying to suppress the sobs that threatened to escape. Her body trembled with both fear and humiliation, the weight of Stephanie’s dominance pressing down on her as she waited for the punishment to begin.

Jake leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him with a mixture of amusement and growing arousal. From where he sat, Rebecca’s body was fully on display—her back arched so obscenely that every curve, every inch of her, was exposed. The position Stephanie had forced her into left nothing to the imagination, her bare bottom raised high, trembling. Her pussy and asshole on full display.

And then, with a sharp crack, Stephanie’s hand came down hard on Rebecca’s bare bottom, the sting of the slap reverberating through her entire body. Rebecca gasped, her back arching even further as the pain shot through her.

“Good girl,” Stephanie murmured softly, her hand resting on Rebecca’s reddened skin for a moment before pulling back for another strike. “But you need to arch it more. Higher. Like a good little girl.”

Rebecca whimpered, her body trembling as she tried to obey, her bottom lifting even higher into the air. The position felt obscene, exactly as Stephanie had intended, and the knowledge that Jake was watching—seeing everything—only deepened the shame and arousal.

Another sharp smack landed on Rebecca’s raised bottom, the sound echoing through the room. She couldn’t help it—a soft cry escaped her lips, her body jolting from the force of the blow. But she quickly bit her lip, remembering Stephanie’s earlier warning about keeping quiet.

“Keep that bottom up,” Stephanie ordered, her tone stern but filled with amusement. “Show Jake how well you can present yourself for a spanking.”

Rebecca’s breath hitched, her entire body shaking as she forced herself to comply. She could feel the heat rising in her skin, her bottom burning from the relentless spanking, but she knew that any hesitation, any failure to obey, would only make things worse.

The faintest sheen of sweat clung to Rebecca’s skin, her body glistening in the low light of the room, and each time she flinched or squirmed beneath the blows, the movement only accentuated her vulnerability. Her legs, slightly parted, left her completely exposed in a way that made Jake’s gaze linger, his eyes roaming from her reddened bottom to the intimate space between her thighs that she had no hope of hiding in this degrading position.

Stephanie’s hand came down again, harder this time, and Rebecca let out another soft cry, her back arching further as she tried to keep her bottom raised as high as possible. The position was humiliating, degrading, and every sharp smack that followed only deepened her sense of powerlessness.

Jake chuckled softly from where he sat, his gaze fixed on Rebecca’s exposed body, her raised bottom the focus of the scene. “You’ve really got her trained, Steph,” he said with a grin, his voice filled with amusement. “Look at her… arching up like that. It’s pathetic.”

Stephanie laughed softly, her hand resting on Rebecca’s burning skin as she tilted her head slightly, clearly pleased with the display. “Oh, I know,” she said sweetly. “But she needs to learn. This is what happens when she’s naughty and forgets her place.”

Another sharp smack, another soft cry from Rebecca. She could feel the tears welling up again, but she knew she couldn’t stop. She had to keep her bottom raised, had to arch it obscenely as Stephanie had demanded, or the punishment would only get worse.

Jake chuckled softly to himself, watching as her body twitched with every strike. He could see how much she was struggling, her muscles tense beneath the sheen of sweat, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Every time Stephanie’s hand came down, Rebecca would jolt, and the motion caused her raised bottom to shift, offering Jake a clearer view of everything she wished desperately to conceal.

“Damn,” Jake murmured under his breath, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. “She really is exposed, isn’t she?”

Rebecca’s entire body burned with shame. She knew he could see everything—knew that Jake’s gaze was lingering on the most private parts of her, her body laid bare for his inspection. The knowledge sent a fresh wave of humiliation through her, the realization that no matter how much she wanted to hide, there was no escape from the obscene position Stephanie had forced her into. Every inch of her was on display, her body arching unnaturally high, and she could feel Jake’s eyes crawling over her exposed skin like a physical touch.

Her chest heaved with each breath, her tears now flowing freely as the heat of her shame mingled with the sting of the spanking. She wanted to hide her face, to bury herself in the cushions and disappear, but the position she was in—arched high and spread wide—left her completely vulnerable. Her bottom throbbed from the relentless spanking, but worse than the pain was the knowledge that Jake was watching everything, seeing her most private parts fully exposed.

Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of the situation, but she couldn’t escape the sound of his soft chuckles or the weight of his gaze. The feeling of being so utterly on display, so completely at the mercy of both Stephanie’s dominance and Jake’s amused observation, made her feel like she was shrinking inside her own skin. Every part of her body felt like it was on fire—not just from the spanking but from the humiliation of knowing that she was being seen like this, presented like an object for their amusement.

Stephanie’s hand came down again, the sharp crack filling the room as Rebecca’s body jolted with the force of the blow. Her sobs grew louder, her body trembling as she struggled to maintain the humiliating position.

“Stephanie! Please!” Rebecca whimpered, twisting her head to try to catch her stepdaughter’s eye. “I’m being a good little girl! You said this would be a baby spanking!”

Stephanie let out a low, satisfied chuckle, her hand pausing mid-air before coming down again with a loud smack, right across the tenderest part of Rebecca’s bare bottom. “Oh, I did, didn’t I?” she mused, a smirk playing at her lips. “But good little girls don’t squirm like you, do they? And they don’t have to be reminded to keep their bums up, do they? They stay nice and still and arched way up for my boyfriend for their spanking.”

Rebecca bit her lip, fighting to hold back a yelp as another firm smack landed. The heat was building on her skin, spreading with each spank, and she was starting to realize that Stephanie had no intention of going easy on her. She clung to the edge of the sofa, her knuckles white, feeling both the sting of the spanking and the embarrassment of knowing Jake was behind her, watching every movement, seeing every twitch.

“I—I am being good,” she protested, her voice shaking. “You’re the one who—ah!” She let out a soft cry as Stephanie’s hand came down again, this time with a force that left her bottom tingling and hot.

Stephanie leaned in close, her voice a whisper that sent chills down Rebecca’s spine. “You think that was hard?” she taunted. “If you keep fussing, I’ll remind you what a real spanking feels like. You remember that? Like on the beach? This is nothing.”

Rebecca’s heart raced. She knew she had no choice but to submit, even as the humiliation burned through her. Each smack echoed through the room, her skin stinging as the spanking continued, relentless and far harder than the “baby spanking” she’d been promised. All the while, she couldn’t shake the knowledge that Jake’s eyes were on her, taking in the sight of her vulnerable, exposed, and completely at Stephanie’s mercy. As her body undulated with a mix of embarrassment and involuntary arousal. Jake's position directly behind her provided an intimate and lewd view that was both captivating and deeply taboo.

With each wriggle of her body, Rebecca's ass cheeks parted slightly, offering Jake fleeting glimpses of her most secret crevices. Her skin was smooth and pale, a stark contrast to the reddening blush that Stephanie's disciplinary hand was painting across her buttocks. The smack of flesh on flesh echoed in the room, punctuating the silence and making Rebecca's body jolt each time.

Jake's gaze was drawn to the delicate folds of Rebecca's pussy, spread open by the force of her position. He could see the slickness that coated her inner lips, a glistening sheen that betrayed her body's response to the humiliating spectacle. Despite the shame that burned in her cheeks, her arousal was undeniable, the pink flesh of her sex swelling and darkening with each spank.

Her labia parted, revealing the tight entrance of her vagina, which clenched and relaxed in rhythm with her squirms. Jake imagined the warmth and wetness that lay within, the tightness that would grip his cock if he were to plunge into her from this compromising angle.

Above her pussy, the tight pucker of her anus winked at him with each impact of Stephanie's hand. It was a small, innocent-looking hole, usually hidden from view, now exposed and vulnerable to his gaze. The thought of breaching that virgin territory, of claiming that last vestige of her modesty, sent a thrill of excitement through him.

Rebecca's body was a landscape of forbidden pleasures, each twitch and jerk offering a new perspective on her intimate geography. Her thighs quivered, the soft skin trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. The scent of her arousal wafted through the air, a musky perfume that mingled with the sharp tang of her embarrassment.

As Stephanie continued the spanking, Rebecca's movements became more frantic. Her back arched deeply, her tiny breasts pressing firmly against Stephanie's leg, her nipples hardened into tight buds. Her ass lifted higher, presenting itself for further chastisement, the cheeks quivering in anticipation of each stinging slap.

Jake could see the fine hairs on her body standing on end, each one a testament to the intensity of her experience. Her breathing was ragged, her moans growing louder with each spank. Her holes—pussy and ass—seemed to beckon him, opening and closing as if inviting him to explore their depths.

The sight of Rebecca's submission, her total surrender to the humiliation of her position, was mesmerizing. Jake felt his cock straining against his pants, eager to participate in her punishment, to add to her shame by using her body for his own pleasure.

Stephanie, completely focused on her task, brought her hand down once more with a sharp crack, her lips curling into a smirk as Rebecca let out another sob.

Rebecca’s body lay spent and quivering over her lap. Rebecca's attempts to stifle her moans had grown feeble, her resistance to the pleasure that now mingled with her pain all but vanished. Stephanie's hand slid down Rebecca's back, feeling the heat radiating from her spanked bottom, and she allowed her fingers to trace the wetness that had seeped from her stepmother's core.

The evidence of Rebecca's arousal was unmistakable. Her pussy lips were swollen and slick, betraying her body's response to the spanking. Stephanie could smell her arousal, could feel the dampness on her thighs, a shameful testament to the pleasure that had coursed through Rebecca's body despite her humiliation.

"Look at you, Rebecca," Stephanie chided, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're absolutely soaked. Is this what gets you off? Being spanked like a naughty little girl, displayed and used for my boyfriend’s entertainment?"

Rebecca whimpered, her face buried in the couch cushions, too embarrassed to speak. Her body, however, answered for her. Every muscle seemed to tremble with the intensity of her need, her hips subtly bucking against Stephanie's hand, seeking friction, seeking release.

Stephanie turned to Jake, her eyes locking onto his. "It seems our little punishment has had an... unexpected effect on Rebecca. She's practically dripping with desire." She paused, letting the words hang in the air, thick with implication.

But then she glanced up briefly, she caught sight of Jake’s expression—his darkened eyes, the subtle shift of his body—and her smirk deepened with realization. Her gaze dropped to the bulge growing in his jeans. Her smirk widened, her fingers pressing more firmly into Rebecca’s tender skin as an idea began to form in her mind.

“Well, well,” she mused aloud, her tone thoughtful but still laced with that cruel edge. “Looks like all this has gotten you a little worked up too, Jake.”

Jake’s grin widened, his hand moving subtly over the front of his jeans. “I can’t help it,” he admitted with a chuckle. “Watching you put her in her place? It’s… well, you know.”

Stephanie then leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she spoke to Jake, her eyes never leaving the bulge in his jeans. “I wonder,” she began, her lips curling into a mischievous smile, “since she’s already here… maybe she should be the one to take care of your little… problem there…”

[Continued in Part 10]