[Continued from Part 24]
Chapter 39: Wedgied Timeout
A week had passed since the pulley system was installed, and Rebecca had been walking a delicate line of obedience, trying to stay out of trouble under the constant scrutiny of John and Stephanie. But despite her best efforts, it seemed inevitable that she would stumble again—and when she did, there was always a consequence waiting for her, but not always the pulley.
One afternoon, as Stephanie made her way through the upstairs hallway, she paused mid-step, noticing something out of the ordinary. A smile immediately tugged at the corners of her lips as she took in the sight before her.
At the top of the stairs, Rebecca stood with her back to the hallway, wearing nothing but a pair of simple cotton panties pulled up between her rear cheeks. But the way she was standing—arched forward, her hands grasping onto the stair post for balance, on her tiptoes again—told a different story. The waistband of her panties had been hooked painfully around the stair post, pulling them up tight, the fabric cutting into her, accentuating the humiliating position she found herself in.
Stephanie’s amusement grew as she realized just how effective the punishment had been. Rebecca is relatively short, and the stairpost relatively tall. Rebecca’s body was tense, her shoulders drawn up as if she were trying to keep still, desperate not to pull the fabric tighter. The scene was a perfect display of control—Rebecca trapped, bare but for her panties, unable to move without causing herself more discomfort.
“Well, well,” Stephanie said, her voice carrying a note of playful mockery as she leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed. “What do we have here?”
Rebecca’s body tensed even more at the sound of Stephanie’s voice. She hadn’t noticed Stephanie approaching, and now, caught in this vulnerable position, her cheeks flushed a deep red with both embarrassment and discomfort. She didn’t turn around—she couldn’t without pulling against the painful tug of the panties—but the tension in her posture made it clear that she was fully aware of how humiliating the situation was.
“Having a bit of trouble there, Rebecca?” Stephanie continued, her smirk deepening as she sauntered closer. “You look… stuck.”
Rebecca’s hands gripped the stair post tighter, her knuckles white with the effort of keeping herself pushed up and still. She didn’t dare move, the fabric of her panties already biting into her skin in a way that was both painful and degrading.
“I was just… I was trying to—” Rebecca stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath shaky as she struggled to find an excuse.
Stephanie cut her off with a soft chuckle, clearly entertained by the sight before her. “Oh, don’t worry,” she said lightly, circling around to face Rebecca. “I can see exactly what happened here. Did someone forget to do what they were told? Or did you just need a reminder of what happens when you don’t follow the rules?”
The telltale signs of a recent spanking were there—her bare skin still flushed with the angry red hue of John’s handprints, visible on her bared cheeks bisected by the tight, strained fabric of her panties wedged up her cleft.
Stephanie’s gaze lingered for a moment, taking in the sight with amusement. The contrast between the bright red of Rebecca’s tender bottom and the pale skin around it only served to heighten her embarrassment, and Stephanie could tell from the way Rebecca’s body trembled that she was still feeling the sting of that punishment.
Stephanie drawled, her voice laced with mock sympathy as she circled around Rebecca like a predator sizing up its prey. “It looks like someone’s been over Daddy’s knee again. That bottom of yours looks pretty sore, Rebecca.”
Rebecca’s breath hitched, her body stiffening as the humiliation washed over her once again. She didn’t respond, her hands gripping the stair post tighter as she tried desperately to remain still, the tight pull of her panties already adding to her discomfort.
Stephanie chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect her words had on Rebecca. “Spanked like a naughty little girl,” she continued, her tone playful and teasing. “And now put in timeout for being disobedient. Is that what happened, Rebecca? Did Daddy spank you, then march you over here to teach you a lesson?”
Rebecca’s cheeks burned even hotter, and she nodded slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes…” she managed to choke out, her entire body trembling with shame. “He… he spanked me.”
Stephanie raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. “I bet he did,” she said, stepping closer and reaching out to lightly trace a finger along the waistband of Rebecca’s panties, making her flinch. “And then what? He marched you over here and hooked your panties to the stair post to remind you of your place? Did you cry, Rebecca?”
Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut, her breath shaky as she struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. The embarrassment of being spanked, marched to the stair post, and left there like a misbehaving child was overwhelming.
Stephanie leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. “I bet you did,” she teased, her tone almost sing-song. “Crying and begging, weren’t you? Just like the naughty little girl you are.”
Rebecca let out a small, involuntary whimper, her face burning with shame. The truth of Stephanie’s words stung, but there was no point in denying it. She had cried, she had begged, and now she was standing there, exposed and humiliated, with the painful tug of her panties biting into her most tender flesh.
Rebecca bit her lip, her face burning with shame. She had been trying to be careful, to avoid any more humiliating punishments, but this one had caught her off guard. The hook of her panties around the stair post had been John’s idea—a simple but effective reminder of her place, a way to make sure she understood the consequences of misbeavior.
Stephanie paused for a moment before she could fully leave the scene, something catching her eye as she glanced back at Rebecca’s trapped, trembling form. Her smirk deepened, curiosity piqued as she stepped closer, her eyes narrowing in amusement. She hadn’t noticed just how severe the punishment was until now.
What caught Stephanie’s attention was the front. As she circled around, her eyes fell on the sight of Rebecca’s panties, the fabric bisecting her exposed pussy lips, the tension pulling so tight it created a deep indentation between them. The material had wedged itself painfully between her folds, causing the thin strip of cotton to press in a way that must have been as uncomfortable as it was humiliating. In fact, her labia to either side were completely exposed.
Stephanie giggled with amusement, her eyes gleaming as she bent down slightly to get a closer look. “It seems you’ve really gotten yourself into quite the predicament, haven’t you?”
Rebecca’s breath hitched in her throat as she realized what Stephanie was looking at, her face flushing crimson as she fought the overwhelming wave of shame that crashed over her. She had been trying so hard to remain still, not to draw attention to herself or to the humiliating position she was in, but now there was no escaping it.
“How uncomfortable that must be for you,” Stephanie remarked, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. She reached out and gently flicked the waistband, watching as the material snapped back into place, digging in further. “It’s practically cutting you in half, isn’t it?”
Rebecca let out a small whimper, her hands gripping the stair post even tighter as the additional pressure made the fabric pull deeper between her folds. She felt utterly humiliated, her body trembling as she fought the urge to move or react.
Stephanie chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the sight before her. “I have to admit, this is quite an effective little punishment,” she mused, her fingers lightly tracing along the waistband as if testing its tautness. “The way it cuts into you… so perfectly wedged between your cheeks and lips… it must be unbearable.”
“And yet,” Stephanie continued, her voice playful and teasing, “you’re staying so still, aren’t you? Almost like you don’t want to make it worse for yourself.”
Rebecca swallowed hard, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to keep her composure. “Please…” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, Stephanie…”
Stephanie tilted her head, pretending to consider Rebecca’s plea for a moment before her smirk returned. “Oh, Rebecca,” she said softly, her tone laced with amusement, “I think you’re doing just fine right where you are. After all, this is exactly what happens when you misbehave Stephanie circled around Rebecca, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she took in the full effect of John’s inventive punishment. She folded her arms and leaned against the stair rail, clearly savoring every tremor of Rebecca’s body as she strained to hold herself still, each movement pulling her panties tighter, digging deeper, amplifying her discomfort and shame.
“Poor little thing,” Stephanie mocked, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “It must be so hard, standing here with your punished bottom on display, knowing you brought this on yourself.”
Rebecca’s breath hitched as she squeezed her eyes shut, the tension in her muscles evident as she braced against the relentless pull of her panties. The fabric bit into her with each shuddering breath, reminding her of just how helpless she was in this situation. Every word from Stephanie’s lips felt like a thorn, pricking her pride and amplifying her shame.
Stephanie’s gaze drifted lower, her smirk widening as she noticed just how uncomfortably the thin fabric of Rebecca’s panties pressed against her, dividing her folds and resting so tightly that it must have been brushing directly against her most sensitive spot. Stephanie chuckled, raising an eyebrow as if piecing together some delightful realization.
“Oh, I see,” she murmured with an exaggerated tone of discovery, leaning in close enough that her words tickled Rebecca’s ear. “I bet that fabric is pressing right up against your little clitty, isn’t it?”
Rebecca’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, mortification washing over her as Stephanie’s observation struck painfully close to the truth. Her body had been desperately trying to stay still, yet the constant, maddening friction of the panties had been impossible to ignore. In her desperate attempt to relieve the pressure, she’d found herself shifting her weight, the barest hint of movement translating to an almost involuntary, shameful little grind.
“Oh… look at that,” Stephanie purred, stepping back to watch Rebecca’s faint, helpless rocking with amused delight. “Are you… humping?” Her voice took on a mocking sing-song lilt, delighting in the way Rebecca’s body seemed to betray her, responding to the humiliating position in ways that only heightened her shame.
“N-no, I’m not!” Rebecca gasped, her voice catching in her throat as she stammered a denial, her knuckles white as she gripped the stair post even tighter. But her defiance only made Stephanie laugh, her tone dripping with smug amusement.
“Oh, don’t lie to me, Rebecca. I can see every little twitch, every tiny movement,” Stephanie teased, tapping a finger playfully against her lips as if deep in thought. “It’s almost like… maybe you’re enjoying this just a little? Isn’t that right?”
Rebecca bit her lip, her face a storm of shame and frustration as she tried desperately to still herself, to escape the agonizing truth of Stephanie’s taunts. But the insistent pressure of the fabric, the way it rubbed and pressed exactly where she didn’t want it to, was making her body betray her despite all her best efforts.
Stephanie grinned wickedly, folding her arms as she watched Rebecca’s futile struggle. “Well, if I were you, I’d be careful,” she warned, her voice low and mocking. “If Daddy comes up here and catches you… humping the stair post like a needy little thing, he might just think you need more than a spanking. Or… perhaps you’d like that, hmm?”
Rebecca’s heart raced, her mortification reaching new heights as Stephanie’s words sank in. She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she stammered, “Please… please, Stephanie, don’t tell him… don’t tell John. I… I’ll be good…”
Stephanie’s eyes sparkled with delight at Rebecca’s plea, but her expression quickly turned stern as she stepped closer, arching a brow. “What was that?” she said sharply, her tone cold as ice. “What are you supposed to call Daddy during punishment, Rebecca?”
Rebecca froze, realization dawning on her as her cheeks turned a fresh shade of crimson. She averted her eyes, the embarrassment almost too much to bear. “I… I’m sorry… please, don’t tell… Daddy…”
Stephanie’s smirk grew, a glint of mischief in her eyes as she leaned in close, her voice low and dripping with amusement. “It’s ironic, don’t you think?” she mused, her tone almost thoughtful as she glanced down at Rebecca’s trembling, exposed form. “Daddy really is my Daddy… but it’s not me who ends up getting these little reminders, is it?”
Rebecca’s face burned, her humiliation deepening as Stephanie’s words hit their mark. The reminder of her unique and, in her mind, humiliating position in the household twisted the knife of shame further, leaving her feeling helpless under Stephanie’s taunting gaze.
“No, I don’t have to worry about spankings or being left in a position like this, or being strung up by my titties or cunt lips,” Stephanie continued, her tone laced with mock sympathy. “Daddy knows I behave myself. But you? You just can’t seem to help getting yourself into trouble, can you?”
Rebecca swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as she managed, “I… I try, Stephanie. I really do…”
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” Stephanie replied, chuckling softly. “But trying isn’t quite the same as succeeding, now is it?” She tilted her head, giving Rebecca a once-over that made her feel even more exposed. “That’s why you’re here, with your panties wedged up so high they’re practically splitting you in two, while I’m free to do as I please.”
The cruel irony of the situation twisted Rebecca’s shame even tighter. She could feel every ounce of Stephanie’s authority bearing down on her, a constant reminder that she was the one who needed “Daddy’s” discipline, while Stephanie stood above her, untouched by any such humiliating punishments.
“Please… Stephanie…” Rebecca whined.
“Now, now,” Stephanie continued, drawing her words out slowly, letting them sink in. “If you’re feeling so sorry for yourself, you must be wondering just how long Daddy intends to keep you here. He’s quite the disciplinarian, isn’t he?” She smirked, letting her hand hover just inches from Rebecca’s flushed cheeks, savoring the moment as Rebecca tried not to flinch.
Rebecca swallowed hard, her mouth dry. She knew answering could only lead to more humiliation, but she felt compelled to acknowledge Stephanie’s words. “Yes… he is,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling as she spoke.
Stephanie chuckled softly. “Oh, I know. And I bet he expects you to stay right here until he decides you’ve learned your lesson, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” Rebecca whispered again, her voice cracking with a mixture of shame and the undeniable sting of vulnerability. She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, the embarrassment almost unbearable under Stephanie’s relentless gaze.
Stephanie’s smirk grew wider as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Well, I have to admit, watching you squirm here is rather delightful. But I wonder… just how desperate are you to get free? I bet if you tried hard enough, you could unhook those panties.” She lifted an eyebrow, giving Rebecca a mocking look of curiosity, as if daring her to try.
Rebecca’s eyes widened in horror at the suggestion, the idea of risking John’s wrath almost more frightening than the current punishment itself. She shook her head quickly, biting her lip to keep from pleading out loud. “No… if I try, he’ll… he’ll spank me again.”
“Oh, is that so?” Stephanie’s tone was laced with teasing, but her gaze was sharp. “Well, I guess you’re just going to have to stay right here then, aren’t you? Until he decides you’ve suffered enough.” She stepped back, folding her arms with a satisfied smile, enjoying the way Rebecca squirmed at her words.
But then Stephanie tilted her head, a playful smirk dancing across her lips as she watched Rebecca shift uncomfortably, her muscles straining to stay still. “You know, Rebecca,” she drawled, tracing a finger along the stair railing, “maybe a spanking is worth a little relief. A quick movement, a little jump, a tug here or there, and you’d be free from this uncomfortable little setup. Sure, it might mean a sore bottom, but you’d be able to stand properly again. Doesn’t that sound tempting?”
Rebecca’s cheeks flushed even deeper, and she bit her lip, avoiding Stephanie’s gaze. “I… I can’t,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Stephanie raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. “Can’t? Or won’t?” she challenged, stepping closer. “What’s stopping you, hmm?”
Rebecca’s breath hitched as she stole a glance at Stephanie, her shame evident in her expression. “I… I was promised… a belt whipping,” she confessed, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and embarrassment. “If I… if I move.”
Stephanie’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and she leaned in even closer, barely containing her amusement. “Oh, is that right? Daddy’s stepping it up,” she murmured, drawing the words out slowly, letting them linger. “So, if you try to free yourself he’ll be back with that belt in hand, ready to make sure you regret it, hmm?”
Rebecca nodded, her face crimson with the weight of her admission. The very thought of that leather belt snapping against her already sore skin made her muscles tense further, each second of stillness a reminder of the potential consequence looming over her.
Stephanie leaned back, barely able to contain her amusement as her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, Rebecca, I can just imagine it now,” she began, clearly savoring each word as she painted the picture. “The moment John lays that belt across you, you’d go from stiff and composed to… well, quite the spectacle.”
Rebecca’s cheeks flushed crimson as Stephanie continued, relishing every humiliating detail. “Your poor bum wriggling like it has a mind of its own, trying desperately to avoid the sting, but there’d be nowhere to go, would there? And those legs would be splaying and kicking, opening you up with every swing of that belt. You’d be trying so hard to keep yourself together, but that sting would have you squirming all over the place.”
Stephanie’s smirk deepened as she leaned in closer, dropping her voice to a teasing whisper. “And each time that belt landed, your bottom would lift right up, showing off everything, just like you did with my Jake. Your little bumhole winking with every smack, your pussy getting in on the dance, exposed with each wriggle and kick. Quite the show you’d be putting on for Daddy, don’t you think?”
Rebecca shook her head quickly, her heart pounding. “No… I can’t. I… I don’t think I could take it,” she admitted, her voice cracking with the vulnerability of her confession.
Stephanie smirked, giving Rebecca’s shoulder a light pat. “Then you’d better stay hooked onto your little post, darling. Because if you don’t… well, I have a feeling he won’t be going easy on you.”
Rebecca nodded miserably.
“It’s a good thing you’re staying put then,” Stephanie said with a satisfied grin, giving the waistband one last playful snap before stepping back. “I’m sure Dad will want to see just how well you’re learning your lesson.”
Stephanie tilted her head, feigning concern. “But you know,” she continued, her tone playful, “it’s almost like you enjoy putting yourself in these situations. Are you trying to get punished? Or is this just how you naturally behave?”
Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut, her hands gripping the stair post tighter as she fought the wave of shame that threatened to overwhelm her. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m trying… I didn’t mean to…”
Stephanie’s chuckle cut her off again. “Of course you didn’t mean to. You never do, do you?” She let the words hang in the air for a moment before leaning in closer, her voice dropping to a soft, almost teasing tone. “But somehow, you always end up like this, don’t you? Trapped, humiliated, and right where you belong.”
Rebecca’s face burned even hotter, the humiliation of the situation sinking in deeper with every word. She felt completely powerless, at the mercy of both the stair post that held her and the mocking gaze of Stephanie, who seemed to delight in her predicament.
“Poor thing,” Stephanie said with mock sympathy, her finger trailing lower as she again lightly flicked the edge of Rebecca’s panties, causing the fabric to dig in deeper. “Spanked by Daddy and then put here for timeout. But I really do I wonder just how long Daddy intends to keep you here. I mean, if he decided to leave you dangling all day… can you imagine?”
Rebecca’s breath hitched, the thought alone enough to send a shiver down her spine. She could already feel the aching pressure between her legs, the material pressing and cutting deeply into her most tender places, and the idea of enduring it for hours was enough to make her squirm.
Stephanie traced a finger idly along the railing, her gaze drifting thoughtfully over Rebecca’s trembling form. “Just think about it… standing here, with that fabric cutting so deep, your poor bottom cheeks split and rubbing against the fabric every time you so much as breathe. By the time Daddy decides you’ve learned your lesson, you’d be sore, wouldn’t you?”
Rebecca’s cheeks flushed even deeper, the shame mingling with the creeping dread as Stephanie continued, painting the scenario with vivid, tormenting detail.
“Why, by the end of the day,” Stephanie mused, a gleam of amusement in her eye, “your poor little bum cleft would be rubbed raw, and I bet that sensitive little bumhole would be feeling it too—sore and tender from the constant rubbing, the friction working its way in with every shiver and twitch.”
Rebecca’s eyes squeezed shut as Stephanie’s words dug in, her stomach twisting at the humiliatingly intimate details Stephanie so casually pointed out. She wanted to cover her ears, to block out the relentless teasing, but she could only stand there, trapped and helpless under Stephanie’s mocking gaze.
“And that’s not even mentioning what’s going on up front,” Stephanie continued, her voice softening with faux sympathy. “That poor little pussy of yours—all red and raw from having that fabric pulled up tight, cutting right in, your little clitty brutalized,” Stephanie drawled, her voice soft yet relentless. “Just imagine, hour after hour, each little movement making it worse. By the end of the day, you’d be in agony, wouldn’t you?”
Rebecca’s cheeks burned hotter, and she swallowed hard, trying to keep herself from trembling. Each word painted the scenario so vividly in her mind, she could almost feel it—the soreness, the ache, the way every breath and shift would only make the tight material bite deeper into her sensitive skin.
Stephanie let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying every bit of Rebecca’s discomfort. “Daddy might just decide that’s exactly what you need—to be left right here until the lesson really sinks in. Think about it, Rebecca… by evening, you’d be dancing on your toes, wouldn’t you? Shifting from one to the other, too sore to stand but even more afraid of what he’ll do if you free yourself.”
Rebecca’s lip quivered as she kept her grip on the stair post, the mere idea of spending hours in this position making her knees feel weak. She knew that John wouldn’t hesitate to use the belt on her if she escaped, but the thought of enduring this torment all day left her equally breathless.
Rebecca swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Please… I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be good…”
Stephanie’s smirk only grew wider. “Oh, I’m sure you will,” she said, stepping back and crossing her arms as she surveyed the scene. “But it’s not up to me, is it? You’ll have to wait for Daddy to decide if you’ve learned enough.”
Rebecca’s body trembled with a mix of shame and discomfort, the tight pull of her panties constantly reminding her of her vulnerable position. The soreness from her spanking, combined with the humiliation of being teased by Stephanie, left her feeling small, powerless, and utterly exposed.
Stephanie chuckled softly once more, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “I’ll be sure to tell Daddy you’ve been standing here like a good girl. Maybe he’ll take pity on you.” She winked before sauntering off, leaving Rebecca alone once again, the humiliation of her punishment weighing heavily on her.
Chapter 40: Praise for Daddy
Stephanie sauntered away from the staircase with a satisfied grin still playing on her lips, leaving Rebecca trembling and red-faced, still hooked in place by the taut waistband of her panties. She made her way down the hall and into the living room where John was sitting, reading through some papers. He glanced up briefly when he saw Stephanie approach but returned to his work, unaware of the recent exchange.
“Hey, Dad,” Stephanie began casually, sitting down on the arm of the couch, her smirk widening as she considered how best to bring it up. “I just checked in on Rebecca upstairs. Looks like she’s… well, learning her lesson.”
John raised an eyebrow but didn’t look up right away. “Oh? She’s still at the stair post, I take it?”
“Yep,” Stephanie replied, crossing her arms, clearly enjoying herself. “Panties hooked tight, cutting into her, just like you set her up. And I have to say, Dad, she looks like she’s been pretty thoroughly reminded of her place after that spanking you gave her.”
John finally looked up, putting the papers down on the coffee table. His expression was calm but thoughtful, clearly processing what Stephanie had said. “Good,” he said simply, his voice even. “She needs to understand that she’s not going to get away with her bad behavior anymore. Did she seem… cooperative?”
Stephanie let out a soft chuckle, leaning in slightly as she continued. “Oh, she’s definitely cooperating. She didn’t have much of a choice, though, did she? Between the spanking and being stuck up there with her panties riding up so high, she’s definitely feeling the consequences.”
John nodded, his expression still serious. “She needs these reminders, Steph. Rebecca tends to forget herself when she’s not disciplined. And if she can’t remember to behave on her own, well, we’ll just have to keep helping her.”
“I teased her a little while I was up there—told her how pathetic she looked, spanked by you and then put in timeout like a naughty little girl. You should’ve seen her, Dad. She was completely broken. She even admitted she cried during the spanking.”
John’s expression softened slightly, but there was still a firmness in his tone. “It’s hard for her, I know. But she needs it. Every time we let her get away with that behavior, it just makes things worse for everyone. Honestly, Stephanie, I just don’t know what it’s going to take for Rebecca to grow up. She acts so childish, making the same mistakes over and over as if there’s no consequence. But if she wants to act like a child, well…” He looked up, his tone sharpening with resolve. “I’ll treat her like one. And that means she’ll be spanked like one.”
Stephanie nodded, crossing her arms as she leaned against the couch armrest, sharing in his exasperation. “I think you’re absolutely right, Dad. She’s been given so many chances, but if she can’t get it through her head, then she’ll have to learn through her bum,” she said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “Maybe a few more trips across your knee will help it sink in.”
John allowed a small, approving nod. “Exactly my thinking, Steph. Today, I wanted to make sure that she’d really feel the weight of her actions. That’s why I set her up on the stair post, with her panties pulled up tight. Left her hanging there to think about her behavior, and I made sure those panties were high enough to remind her every second of why she was there. I’ll let her stay up there a bit longer. It’ll help the lesson sink in. When she’s ready, I’ll unhook her myself.”
“But Dad, I have to say,” Stephanie said, her voice carrying a note of admiration, “that was a stroke of genius with the stair post. Really creative.”
He offered a small smile, clearly pleased with her praise. “You think so?” he asked, his tone casual but with a trace of satisfaction underneath.
Stephanie nodded. “It’s definitely doing the job. I don’t think she’ll be forgetting this anytime soon. And with the way those panties were biting into her, she’s probably regretting every second of whatever led her there.”
Stephanie couldn’t help but laugh softly, the image of Rebecca still fresh in her mind “And you know the best part? The look on her face when I walked in and saw her. She was mortified. Recently spanked, and then to be discovered like that, with her panties all pulled up tight—well, it was priceless.”
John glanced up, an eyebrow raised, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “She didn’t say much, did she?”
“No,” Stephanie chuckled, shaking her head. “She could barely get a word out, honestly. The combination of the spanking and being trapped like that? She was already humiliated, but being caught made it ten times worse. You could see how red her face was.”
John nodded thoughtfully. “Good. She needed to be embarrassed, to really feel the weight of her behavior. That’s part of the lesson.”
Stephanie grinned, clearly enjoying the memory. “Oh, she definitely felt it. There’s no way she’s getting that moment out of her head anytime soon. Between the soreness from the spanking and how tight those panties were, she was already uncomfortable, but add the humiliation on top of it?” She let out another chuckle. “She couldn’t even look me in the eye.”
John leaned back in his chair, satisfied. “That’s exactly what she needs. A little bit of discomfort and a lot of embarrassment go a long way in making sure she won’t forget this lesson.”
“Exactly,” Stephanie agreed. “She’s going to be on her best behavior for a while, that’s for sure. And if not, well…” She shrugged playfully. “I’m sure you’ve got plenty more creative ideas to keep her in line.”
John smiled, nodding in agreement. “Indeed I do.”
Chapter 41: Rebecca Released
John set aside the papers he’d been reviewing, a serious expression settling over his face as he stood from his chair. “I suppose it’s time to go check on her,” he said to Stephanie, his voice calm but carrying that familiar edge of authority.
Stephanie smirked as she stood up to follow him. “This should be good. I think she’s been left long enough to reflect.”
They made their way upstairs to where Rebecca was still helplessly stuck, hooked to the stair post by the taut waistband of her panties. Her body was tense, and she shifted slightly, trying to ease the discomfort without pulling the fabric tighter. When she heard footsteps behind her, she froze, her breath catching in her throat.
John approached slowly, his demeanor calm but stern, treating the situation with the seriousness of someone dealing with a misbehaving child. Stephanie stood back, watching with crossed arms and an amused grin.
John stopped in front of Rebecca, his hands on his hips. “Rebecca,” he began, his tone soft but authoritative, “what did we talk about? You know about why you’re punished. I gave you clear instructions, didn’t I?”
Rebecca shifted, her face still flushed from both the embarrassment of being caught earlier by Stephanie and the discomfort of her current situation. She didn’t dare move too much, knowing the material of her panties was already digging painfully into her skin. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
“Yes, what?” John prompted, his tone expectant.
“Yes… Daddy,” Rebecca choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.
John nodded, continuing the lecture in the same measured, almost paternal tone. “And what happens when little girls don’t follow the rules? They face consequences, don’t they? That spanking I gave you was supposed to remind you of your place, wasn’t it?”
Rebecca nodded quickly, unable to bring herself to speak again, the shame of being spoken to like a misbehaving child only adding to her humiliation.
John crouched down slightly so he was at eye level with her, his voice soft but firm. “I expect you to behave, Rebecca. That means no more acting out, no more talking back. If you want to avoid ending up in situations like this one—” he gestured to her panties hooked to the stair post, “—you’ll follow the rules from now on, won’t you?”
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Rebecca stammered, her hands gripping the stair post tighter as she fought the urge to cry from the sheer embarrassment of it all.
John nodded approvingly, his voice still gentle but with that unyielding authority. “Good. Now, I’m going to unhook you. But I want you to remember this, Rebecca—every time you think about disobeying, I want you to remember how uncomfortable you were standing here. And I want you to remember how embarrassing it is to be treated like a naughty little girl.”
Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest as John reached forward and lifted her by her bottom, unhooking the waistband of her panties from the stair post. She immediately let out a soft, relieved breath, the fabric no longer digging painfully into her skin. But the relief was short-lived, as the humiliation of his words still lingered heavily in the air.
John straightened, standing tall as he looked down at her. “Now, go to your room and stay there, you’re grounded for the day,” he instructed, his voice calm but still carrying that firm edge. “And if I find you stepping out of there, even once, you’ll go straight across my knee for another good, long, spanking right across my knee.”
Rebecca’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she squirmed under his stern gaze, knowing he meant every word.
John continued, his voice firm and unyielding. “And that’s not all. After that spanking, you’ll spend the rest of the day exactly where I left you before—on the stair post. I’ll make sure those panties are tugged up nice and tight again. You’ll be left there, just like the little girl you’ve been acting like, until you’ve had plenty of time to reflect.”
Rebecca swallowed, the warning making her shift uncomfortably. She knew she had no way to argue or escape. John’s punishments were always thorough, and the thought of enduring another session across his knee followed by being placed back on the stair post sent a shiver down her spine.
“Am I understood, young lady?” John pressed, his gaze sharp and expectant.
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper, but John caught every word. Then, not daring to make eye contact, she hurried away, her face flushed with shame. As she disappeared down the hallway, pulling at her deeply wedged panty. John went back downstairs.
Stephanie went up a bit and leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and a broad grin on her face as she watched Rebecca struggle with her predicament. Rebecca, red-faced and humiliated, tugged at the gusset of her panties, trying desperately to free them from where they had painfully wedged themselves between her pussy lips on the one hand and her rear cheeks on the other. No matter how hard she pulled, the fabric clung stubbornly, digging into her in the most uncomfortable and humiliating way.
“Having a bit of trouble, are we?” Stephanie called out, her voice filled with mock amusement.
Rebecca froze, her face burning with embarrassment as she noticed Stephanie standing there watching her. Her hands still gripped the gusset of her panties, trying in vain to pull them down, but the fabric was lodged too tightly. Every attempt seemed to make things worse, and her frustration was only compounded by Stephanie’s smirking presence behind her.
Stephanie sauntered a few steps closer, clearly relishing in the scene. “You know, Rebecca,” she drawled, her tone teasing, “I don’t think you’re going to get them free just like that. They’re way too tight. Honestly, the only solution I see is pulling them all the way down and starting over.”
With trembling hands, Rebecca reached for the waistband. She closed her eyes, steeling herself against the inevitable exposure. Slowly, she began to pull the panties down, the fabric scraping against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
As the panties descended, Stephanie let out a soft chuckle. Rebecca’s eyes opened, meeting her gaze, the humiliation burning within her. The panties stretched, clinging to her most intimate parts, refusing to relinquish their grip.
The fabric was now a thin line bisecting Rebecca’s labia, the tension mounting with each passing second. Rebecca’s breath hitched as she gave one final tug. With a sudden snap, the panties broke free, the elastic band whipping against her thighs as they finally surrendered their hold.
Rebecca stood completely exposed, her most private areas now on full display for Stephanie's enjoyment. The release of the fabric brought a rush of relief, but it was short-lived. The cool air of the room now caressed her damp skin, a stark reminder of her vulnerability and the power dynamics at play.
Stephanie approached and circled Rebecca, taking in the sight of the red, irritated skin where the panties had been. "Next time, perhaps you'll think twice before disobeying Daddy," she said, her voice a mixture of sternness and satisfaction.
Rebecca nodded, her eyes downcast, the heat of her shame as palpable as the physical discomfort she had just endured.
“Now that you’ve pulled them all the way down,” Stephanie teased, “you can pull them right back up. Just like a proper little girl.”
Rebecca’s face flushed a deeper shade of red, her eyes burning with shame as she reached down to pull the panties back up again, but the humiliation of having to follow Stephanie’s instructions left her feeling powerless.
As she finally tugged the panties back up, adjusting them in place, Stephanie chuckled. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Stephanie said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Next time, maybe you’ll think twice before misbehaving and finding yourself in a situation like this.”
Rebecca didn’t respond, her face still burning with embarrassment.
Stephanie leaned back against the wall, satisfied with how things had played out. “Now, you’d better head to your room before Daddy comes to check on you,” she added mockingly. “Unless, of course, you want another spanking from him?”
Rebecca quickly turned and made her way down the hall, not daring to look back. Her face was flushed, and her hands still trembled from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. As she headed for her room, she could still hear Stephanie’s soft laughter echoing behind her.
Stephanie called after her, her voice echoing down the hallway. “Just remember—don’t even think about playing with yourself! Or else… you know what happens.” Her tone was light, but the threat carried unmistakable weight.
Rebecca froze mid-step, her breath catching in her throat. She knew exactly what Stephanie was referring to: the pulley system John had installed at Stephanie’s suggestion, with its humiliating nylon cords and painful and demeaning pussy clamps. The mere thought of being strapped to it again, of the cold, unyielding tension pulling on her sensitive skin, of getting a pussy whipping, made her stomach twist with fear and shame.
Stephanie continued, her voice dripping with condescension. “Those pulleys will have you on your tiptoes in no time, and I won’t hesitate to put you there for Daddy’s little whip if you’re naughty like that.”
Rebecca’s face flushed hot with humiliation, and she hurried to her room, her heart pounding in her chest. The reminder of what awaited her should she misstep again sent a shiver down her spine, and the idea of being caught in such a painful, vulnerable, and humiliating position once more made her hands tremble.
Behind her, Stephanie let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying the control she held. “Good girl,” she muttered to herself with a smug grin, watching as Rebecca disappeared into the safety of her room. “Let’s hope she remembers her place this time.”
With that, Stephanie turned on her heel, satisfied. She knew that the threat of the pulleys was enough to keep Rebecca in line—for now, at least. And if Rebecca did step out of line? Well, Stephanie would be more than happy to enforce the punishment.
[To be continued…]
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