The Dominant Stepdaughter - Part 26 (MFFF/F)

[Continued from Part 25]

Chapter 42: The New Routine

As the weeks passed, the household settled into a comfortable rhythm, though one that often left Rebecca flushed with embarrassment. It wasn’t unusual for her to earn a spanking from John at least once a week—usually for some minor infraction that he deemed needed correction. Whether it was a late dinner, a careless comment, or simply an attitude he found less than respectful, John never hesitated to take her over his knee when he felt it was necessary.

Rebecca had quickly learned that her punishments were to be endured without question lest the pulleys come into play. The ritual itself had become almost familiar: the sound of John’s voice calling her into the study, the stern look in his eyes as he told her what he expected, and the inevitable lowering of her panties before she was guided over his knee. Each time, John’s hand would come down with a firm, steady rhythm, leaving her bottom sore and her cheeks wet with tears. And each time, when it was over, she was marched to the corner, where she’d be instructed to stand with her nose against the wall, usually with every inch of her bare skin on display. Or, if it was upstairs, sometimes another humiliating wedgied timeout on the stair post.

Stephanie, too, had become an ever-present part of these rituals. Though she had disciplinary rights over Rebecca, she didn’t use them. Dad kept Rebecca hopping. She’d often pass by during Rebecca’s timeouts, tough, offering little quips and jabs that kept Rebecca’s cheeks burning long after the spanking had ended. “Got yourself in trouble again, I see,” Stephanie would say with a smirk, glancing over at Rebecca’s reddened backside. “You never learn, do you?”

The teasing was relentless, and John’s acceptance of it only added to Rebecca’s humiliation. There were days when Stephanie would sit nearby, pretending to read a book or scroll on her phone, but Rebecca knew she was simply waiting for the opportunity to deliver another well-timed taunt. John saw his daughter as a vital adjunct in his disciplinary efforts, allowing her free rein to mock and tease as she pleased.

One particularly memorable afternoon, Rebecca found herself in the corner after a spanking that had left her bottom a deep shade of crimson. She was acutely aware of Stephanie’s presence behind her, the younger woman’s footsteps barely making a sound as she crossed the room. “You really can’t go a week without earning a spanking, can you?” Stephanie teased, her voice light but laced with amusement. “What was it this time? Forgot to pick up the dry cleaning? Or maybe you just felt like a little attention?”

Rebecca kept her eyes fixed on the wall, biting her lip as the sting of Stephanie’s words cut through her. She knew better than to respond—John would only extend her time in the corner if she talked back, or, worse, put her on the pulleys—but the embarrassment of standing there, nude and on display, while her stepdaughter ridiculed her was nearly unbearable.

Stephanie seemed to sense her discomfort and leaned in closer, her voice a mocking whisper. “It must be hard, being on the receiving end all the time. But then again, maybe you like it. I bet you secretly enjoy every moment.”

Rebecca’s cheeks burned as she fought to keep her breathing steady, her face pressed against the cool wall. The humiliation was intense, but there was no denying the strange thrill that accompanied it, a thrill that only grew stronger each time John subjected her to his discipline.

As the weeks went on, Rebecca found herself adjusting to this new rhythm, though she never grew fully accustomed to the teasing. The dynamic in the house had changed completely—John’s authority was unquestioned, and Stephanie’s presence served as a constant reminder of Rebecca’s position. She was the submissive, the one who needed correction, and both John and Stephanie seemed to take pleasure in ensuring she knew it.

Rebecca rarely had to face the pulley system, but when she did, it was a lesson she didn’t soon forget. The threat alone was enough to keep her in line most days, a constant reminder lurking in the back of her mind. She had endured it only a few times since it had been installed, but each session had left an indelible mark on her psyche, a reinforcement of the boundaries she could not cross.

The pulley system was as simple as it was effective, and it required only an hour, perhaps less, to strip her of any lingering defiance. With the clips fastened securely to the sensitive nipples of her tiny breasts, Rebecca would be ratcheted up onto her tiptoes, the nylon cords pulling taut until she was stretched uncomfortably, her body tense and straining against the pull. She had no choice but to balance herself carefully, her muscles quivering as the minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity.

An hour with her nipples stretched painfully under the relentless tension was all it took. By the time she was allowed to lower her heels back to the ground, her entire body aching, Rebecca would find herself stripped of any thoughts of rebellion. The pain was potent, but it was the vulnerability that truly hollowed her out, the stark reminder of her submission and the control that her husband held over her.

Those sessions were rare, but that rarity made them all the more powerful. She knew that once she was subjected to the pulleys, it would be weeks before any hint of disobedience crossed her mind again. The anticipation of that biting, stretching pain kept her compliant, the memory of the pulleys enough to ensure her full obedience long after the soreness faded.

Stephanie also noticed another shift in the household dynamic. It wasn’t just the regular spankings and corner time for Rebecca that had become routine; there was also an unmistakable increase in the intensity and frequency of Rebecca and John’s love life. Rebecca seemed more nervous yet also more eager whenever John summoned her to prepare herself for bed.

John had developed a ritual after that first time that only added to Rebecca’s constant state of embarrassment. Most evenings, he would instruct her to change into something daring—often a piece of lingerie or nightwear that left little to the imagination—and then present herself in the living room before they went to the bedroom. The sight of Rebecca, blushing furiously in her skimpy attire, had become almost as regular an occurrence as her timeouts. And Stephanie never missed an opportunity to comment on it.

Rebecca would bite her lip and shift nervously under Stephanie’s gaze, feeling more exposed than ever. It was one thing to dress up for John, but to have Stephanie watching—and openly commenting—was almost too much to bear. She couldn’t meet Stephanie’s eyes, but that only seemed to encourage her stepdaughter further.

One day some lingerie that John had ordered arrived, and that evening Rebecca was required to wear it.

Alone in her bedroom, Rebecca’s stomach tightened as she unwrapped the delicate red lace. The lingerie John had chosen left nothing to the imagination; the AAA bra was designed with open circles that left her large, pink nipples fully exposed, peeking through the lace in a way that felt almost scandalous. The panties, though labeled as crotchless, went even further—barely a thong, they framed her body but left her protruding pussy lips fully exposed, her cheeks already burning at how provocative the fit was. And the thin string at the back disappeared between her cheeks, leaving her bottom bare, vulnerable to even the lightest gaze.

As she slipped into the ensemble, Rebecca caught sight of her reflection and felt her cheeks heat even more. The sheer, crimson lace clung to her form, accentuating every curve while boldly displaying the most intimate parts of her. Each detail—from the exposed, sensitive nipples to, her framed pussy, to the way the thong settled deep between her cheeks—was designed to strip away any semblance of modesty. She knew that once she walked into the living room, there would be no hiding from Stephanie’s sharp gaze and unrelenting ridicule.

John’s voice called out from the hallway, “Rebecca, are you ready?”

With a shaky breath, she made her way to the living room, feeling each step like an eternity. As she entered, John’s approving gaze swept over her, and she caught the small nod that signaled his satisfaction. But it was Stephanie’s reaction that sent a wave of humiliation coursing through her. Sitting on the couch with one eyebrow raised, Stephanie’s lips curled into a smirk as she took in the full effect of Rebecca’s exposed, trembling form.

“Oh, you really went all out this time, didn’t you?” Stephanie’s voice dripped with amusement, and she set her phone down, her gaze fixed on Rebecca’s protruding lips and the shameless exposure of her chest. “Red suits you… or maybe it’s just that look of utter mortification on your face.”

Rebecca shifted instinctively, her hands moving as if to shield herself, but John’s stern look reminded her to keep them at her sides, adding to her helplessness. She stood there, her face flaming, as Stephanie continued her taunts.

“So, this is that a thong or just wishful thinking?” Stephanie taunted, her gaze roaming over Rebecca’s pussy and chest again, lingering on her exposed nipples. “And here I thought you couldn’t look more ridiculous.”

Rebecca’s cheeks burned as she lowered her gaze, her face flushed as she stood under her stepdaughter’s scrutiny. John’s approval seemed almost a formality compared to the sting of Stephanie’s biting remarks, as though her humiliation was a necessary part of this display. She felt more vulnerable than ever, her exposed, intimate curves and sensitive skin laid bare to both of their gazes.

“Turn around,” John commanded, his voice calm but firm. Rebecca obeyed, slowly turning to give them a full view, her face blazing as she felt their eyes on her back, the thong only accentuating her nakedness as it disappeared into the full curve of her bottom.

Stephanie’s laughter was quiet but piercing as she made one last remark. “Well, I suppose if this doesn’t keep you in line, I don’t know what will.”

And so, Rebecca stood, cheeks flaming, her heart pounding, as she endured every lingering glance, every mocking word, feeling her submission deepen with every second of silence. The weight of their expectations and her own helplessness settled over her, binding her to the unyielding rhythm of the household, where each encounter left her stripped down to her most vulnerable self.

Stephanie also couldn’t help but notice how the sounds from the bedroom became a regular part of her evenings. After Rebecca was summoned to present herself in the living room each night, she and John would disappear into their bedroom, the unmistakable sounds would soon follow.

It had become so routine that Stephanie could practically set her watch by it. Once the door closed, there would be a brief moment of silence, then the unmistakable sounds would begin to drift through the hallway. They were muffled but clear enough that Stephanie could easily make out the rhythmic slaps and gasps, followed by Rebecca’s muffled whimpers and pleas. Each night, the intensity seemed to grow, the sounds taking on a distinctly dominant tone that left little to the imagination.

Stephanie felt a thrill of satisfaction as she listened, knowing that Rebecca was fulfilling her role in every sense. She had seen how her stepmother’s demeanor had shifted over the weeks, how she had come to embrace her submission, even if it meant enduring John’s discipline and the teasing that Stephanie never hesitated to dish out.

This was their rhythm now—a household where discipline and submission were woven into the fabric of daily life, with Stephanie always listening, always aware, and always ready to offer a playful jab that deepened Rebecca’s blush and reminded her of her place. It was a dynamic that suited them all, each one finding satisfaction in their roles, with Stephanie delighting in the sounds that filled the house each night, a constant reminder of the power John wielded and the obedience Rebecca so willingly gave.

Chapter 43: Visitors

One Friday afternoon after classes, Stephanie arrived home with two of her closest friends, Amelia and Lisa. They had planned a casual night in, and Stephanie was looking forward to relaxing with her girlfriends after a long week. She opened the door, chatting and laughing with them, but stopped short as soon as they stepped into the living room.

There, facing the corner with her hands clasped tightly behind her head, stood Rebecca—completely nude, her bottom a vivid shade of red, clearly freshly spanked. But what made the scene even more astonishing was the fluffy, bushy tail protruding from between her cheeks, a new addition that Stephanie had never seen before.

“Oh my God…” Stephanie whispered, her voice filled with surprise and barely-concealed delight. She exchanged an incredulous glance with her friends before breaking into a wide, amused grin. “Is that… a tail?”

Rebecca’s face burned even hotter, her cheeks flushed as she felt Stephanie’s eyes, along with Amelia’s and Lisa’s, taking in every humiliating detail of her punished form. The silence lasted just a moment longer before Amelia let out a small, incredulous laugh.

“Wait… is that your… stepmom?” she asked, glancing between Stephanie and Rebecca, her voice laced with shock and amusement.

“Oh yes,” Stephanie replied, her smirk widening as she crossed her arms and regarded Rebecca with a new level of satisfaction. “This is Rebecca—my stepmom. And, as you can see, she’s subject to my dad’s discipline.” She chuckled, her eyes lingering on the bushy tail. “I had no idea Dad had decided she needed… accessories, though. This is a new one, even for me.”

Lisa covered her mouth, barely stifling her laughter. “So, she really has to stand here, in the living room… all bare like this, with a tail up her butt? Seriously?” Her eyes sparkled with delight as she took in Rebecca’s mortified stance, her gaze roaming from Rebecca’s reddened bottom to the absurdly fluffy tail that seemed to make her shame all the more complete.

Stephanie took a step closer, clearly savoring the moment. “I guess Dad decided she needed a little extra reminder to behave,” she said, giving the tail’s base a playful flick that made Rebecca’s face flush an even deeper shade of red. “Isn’t it cute, though? A little something to keep her humble.”

Amelia let out a delighted giggle, shaking her head as she continued to stare at Rebecca. “I can’t believe it! Your stepmom actually has to do this… right in the living room where anybody can walk in and see her?”

Rebecca felt her humiliation intensify with each mocking word, each lingering gaze from the young women who were all too happy to take in her vulnerable position. She kept her eyes fixed on the wall, willing herself to endure the embarrassment as Stephanie’s friends continued to examine her with open amusement.

“So, how often does this happen?” Amelia asked, still grinning. “Or is this her special Friday outfit?” She shot a mischievous look at Rebecca’s exposed form, clearly relishing the chance to tease her.

“Oh, Rebecca finds herself in this position fairly regularly,” Stephanie replied, feigning nonchalance as she smirked at her stepmother. “But the tail? That’s new, even for me. I guess Dad thought she needed a bit more incentive to stay in line. And honestly, I think it’s a perfect touch.”

Lisa snickered, shaking her head as she leaned in for another glance. “It really suits her, doesn’t it? She looks like a naughty little pet.” Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she shot Stephanie a knowing look.

Amelia finally asked, her voice filled with disbelief. “I can’t believe this is real. And you just… stand there, Rebecca? While we’re all here?”

Rebecca swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she clutched them together behind her head. “Yes,” she admitted softly, forcing herself to hold her position even as she felt the heat of their stares on her reddened skin. “I have to stay until my husband tells me I can move.”

Stephanie smirked, enjoying every moment of her stepmother’s discomfort. She leaned closer to Amelia and Lisa, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. “She’s gotten pretty used to it by now. I think deep down, she might even like it.” Her eyes glinted with mischief as she cast a knowing look at Rebecca, further deepening her stepmother’s humiliation.

Amelia and Lisa exchanged glances again, their expressions a mix of shock and fascination as they took in the scene before them. It was clear that they hadn’t expected to find this when they walked through the door, but the intrigue on their faces suggested they were more than willing to play along with Stephanie’s teasing.

“So, what was it this time, Rebecca?” Stephanie asked, tilting her head as she stepped a bit closer, inspecting the vivid red color of Rebecca’s bottom. “Did you forget to do the dishes? Or maybe you just felt like some attention?”

Rebecca’s voice caught in her throat, her face burning as she struggled to answer. “I… I forgot to call John when I was supposed to,” she finally admitted, her tone laced with embarrassment. “And… and I wasn’t respectful when he reminded me.”

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Ah, I see. Well, I suppose you got exactly what you deserved then,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Maybe that red bum will help you remember next time.”

“And your stepmom just lets your Dad do that to her?” Amelia asked.

Stephanie chuckled, shrugging nonchalantly. “Well, she doesn’t really have a choice, does she? My dad has to keep her in line, and, let’s just say, Rebecca’s been made to understand her place.”

The girls exchanged incredulous glances, the mixture of surprise and curiosity clear on their faces. “But why does she go along with it?” Amelia asked, her voice low with disbelief.

Stephanie’s smirk widened, and she gestured for them to follow her to the far side of the room. “Let me show you something,” she said, leading them over to the wall where the pulley system was discreetly mounted. The twin nylon cords with their menacing clips dangled innocently, yet their purpose was unmistakable.

She gave the cords a small tug, making the clips sway gently. “See these? We call it ‘obedience training.’ If Rebecca’s not behaving or if she needs a more intense reminder, these come into play.” She glanced back at her friends, their eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and intrigue. “She knows exactly what these are for, and that keeps her pretty cooperative. A little fear can be very persuasive.”

The two girls stared at the pulley system, realization dawning on their faces as they began to piece together the dynamics at play in this household. Lisa glanced back at Rebecca, still standing in the corner, her posture tense, her face averted. “So, you’re saying that if she doesn’t accept her punishment…”

Stephanie nodded, her tone casual but with a hint of satisfaction. “She knows what’ll happen if she disobeys. And believe me, she doesn’t want to find herself dangling on her tiptoes with these clips on her nipples!”

Lisa let out a low whistle, clearly taken aback. “Wow. I never would have guessed.”

Stephanie shrugged, still smirking as she leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “She might not like it, but she accepts it. Actually, she literally asked my dad to take her in hand like this. And in the end, it’s for her own good.”

The three of them shared a knowing glance, and Stephanie’s friends regarded Rebecca with newfound understanding—if not a hint of pity. Stephanie, meanwhile, looked back at Rebecca, her smirk never fading.

“Come on, let’s go. I’ll show you my room,” Stephanie said, gesturing for them to follow her back toward the hallway. 

As they left, Rebecca could feel the weight of their judgment and curiosity lingering in the room, a silent reminder of her new reality. She stood there, exposed and humiliated, knowing that this was now the life she had resigned herself to, where even strangers could witness her submission and the consequences of stepping out of line.

Chapter 45: Pizza Delivery

Ten minutes later, a knock at the door announced the arrival of the pizza they’d ordered earlier. Stephanie, still reveling in the hilarity of Rebecca’s situation, exchanged a mischievous grin with Amelia and Lisa before heading to the door. The three girls, barely containing their laughter, opened the door to a young delivery boy holding several pizza boxes.

“Hi there!” Stephanie greeted him brightly. “Come on in; you can put those on the table.”

As soon as the pizza boy stepped into the room, Rebecca’s heart pounded so loudly she was sure everyone could hear it. Standing there, utterly bare with her hands clasped behind her head, she could feel his gaze settle on her, his eyes no doubt widening as he took in her exposed, reddened bottom and the bushy tail that only added to her degradation. She didn’t dare turn, but she could feel every second of his lingering stare, each glance searing her with fresh waves of embarrassment.

The delivery boy, for his part, looked a bit hesitant as he stepped inside, his eyes briefly catching sight of Rebecca in the corner. His face registered a mix of confusion and curiosity, his gaze lingering for a second too long on her bare, reddened bottom and the bushy tail that completed her punishment. He quickly looked back to the table, awkwardly placing the boxes down as instructed.

“Oh, don’t mind her,” Stephanie said casually, a smirk tugging at her lips as she noticed his curiosity. “She’s being punished. You know how it is—sometimes people just need a little reminder to behave.”

Amelia and Lisa stifled giggles, their eyes twinkling with amusement as they watched the boy’s reaction. He shifted slightly, clearly trying to process the unexpected sight, his cheeks flushing as he glanced once more at Rebecca, who remained facing the wall, utterly mortified by the presence of yet another witness to her humiliation.

“Pretty cool, huh?” said Stephanie. “Bet you’ve never seen anything like that.”

As the pizza boy lingered awkwardly, his curiosity getting the better of him, he cleared his throat and, with a hesitant smile, asked, “So, uh…what keeps the tail… attached?”

Rebecca’s heart dropped, her face flushing an even deeper shade of red. The humiliation was almost unbearable, and she desperately wished she could disappear. She felt every second of his gaze, his question piercing her already fragile composure.

“Oh, it’s quite simple, actually,” Stephanie replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she exchanged a knowing look with her friends. She strolled over to where Rebecca stood, her steps deliberate and confident. Rebecca stiffened, feeling Stephanie’s hands on her hips, gently but firmly pulling her cheeks apart to fully reveal the shiny pink plug nestled between them.

“It’s a plug,” Stephanie explained, “up her bum hole,” she added, her voice light and casual, as though she were discussing something as ordinary as a piece of jewelry. She held Rebecca in place, making sure the boy had an unobstructed view. “It’s designed to stay nice and snug, a little… reminder of her position around here.”

The boy’s face registered a mix of fascination and embarrassment, his cheeks flushing as he glanced quickly between Stephanie and the plug, taking in the entire mortifying scene with wide-eyed interest. His gaze lingered, clearly intrigued by the unexpected and intimate detail, while Rebecca stood helplessly, her entire body burning with shame as her humiliating secret was laid bare.

The pizza boy hesitated, a mix of fascination and nervousness in his eyes, before he quietly asked, “Does it… hurt?”

Stephanie’s smirk widened, clearly relishing the opportunity to prolong Rebecca’s embarrassment. “Oh, it does hurt going in,” she said, glancing down at Rebecca’s reddened bottom, her voice casual but unmistakably amused. “But once she’s been standing here long enough, her bum stretches to accommodate it.”

Rebecca’s face burned, her shame intensifying as Stephanie explained the humiliating detail so casually, as if discussing something entirely ordinary. She felt the boy’s curious gaze linger on her, his interest piqued by Stephanie’s explanation, while she stood there helplessly, unable to defend herself or escape the mortifying situation.

Stephanie gave the tail a slight, teasing tug, making Rebecca flinch. “See? She’s used to it now. Isn’t that right, Rebecca?” Stephanie’s tone was mocking, daring her to respond, though Rebecca knew better than to say a word. She kept her gaze fixed on the wall, her body tense as the laughter from the girls and the boy’s lingering glances made her feel more exposed and humiliated than ever.

The boy’s curiosity hadn’t waned; if anything, it had grown. Shuffling slightly, he hesitated before asking, “Will it… hurt when it comes out?”

Stephanie chuckled, clearly delighted by his intrigue. “Oh, absolutely,” she replied with a smirk, casting a taunting glance at Rebecca. “The plug has a thick bit buried inside… well, let’s just say it won’t be a gentle experience when it comes out. She’ll feel every bit of it.”

Rebecca’s cheeks flamed with fresh humiliation as she absorbed Stephanie’s words. Knowing that the boy was not only imagining her current state but also envisioning the inevitable moment when her punishment would come to an end made her feel exposed in a way that went beyond mere physical vulnerability.

Stephanie gave the tail a light, teasing tug, enough to remind Rebecca exactly what was waiting for her. “But that’s all part of the lesson, isn’t it, Rebecca?” she continued with a mocking tone. “A little discomfort to remind her of her place.”

Rebecca bit her lip, her entire body tense with mortification, feeling herself pinned under their curious, amused gazes as they dissected her shame down to its most intimate details.

Satisfied, Stephanie released her stepmother, letting Rebecca’s cheeks close back over the plug as she gave the pizza boy a friendly smile. “Now you know,” she said with a playful wink, handing him a generous tip. “Thanks for bringing the pizza—and for helping us make sure she knows her place.”

Rebecca’s heart pounded as the boy mumbled a quick thanks, his face still a bit red as he glanced back one last time before stepping out. The door closed, and the girls’ laughter erupted, their mocking giggles echoing through the room. Rebecca felt as though her shame had reached a new depth, knowing that her most vulnerable and humiliating secret had been openly displayed, leaving her stripped of every last shred of dignity.

“Well, I think that went well,” Stephanie remarked with a chuckle, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite, clearly pleased with the added layer of Rebecca’s humiliation. The girls each grabbed a piece and went back to Stephanie’s room.

Rebecca remained still, her heart pounding as the girls continued to laugh and chatter as they departed, feeling the weight of her embarrassment deepen as she stood there, utterly helpless and humiliated, knowing she’d become the unwilling entertainment for the night.

Chapter 44: Pulleyed

As Stephanie and her friends finally emerged from her room, the laughter and light chatter died down as they noticed Rebecca in a very different position from when they had last seen her. She now stood naked against the wall, restrained by the very pulley system Stephanie had shown them earlier. The nylon cords were taut, the clamps securely fastened to her nipples, forcing her up on her tiptoes. Her arms were bound behind her back and she was ball gagged and drooling. She had drooled all over her stretched out titties and down her body to a puddle on the floor. She still had her ridiculous tail in.

Stephanie paused, folding her arms over her chest with a smug smile. Her friends glanced between Stephanie and Rebecca, clearly intrigued by the change in the scene and the severity of Rebecca’s predicament.

“Well, well, look at you,” Stephanie said, a touch of mock sympathy in her voice. “What happened, Rebecca? Why are you here on the pulleys?”

Rebecca looked over, blushing fiercely, in obvious pain, unable to answer. Stephanie went behind her and removed her ball gag.

“So?” she asked again.

Rebecca’s face burned with shame, her body tense as she struggled to find her balance, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I complained to John,” she admitted, her gaze focused on the floor. “I complained about having your friends and the pizza boy… witness my corner time.”

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing glance with her friends. “You complained to Dad, did you?” she asked, her tone light but carrying an edge. “And what exactly did you think that was going to accomplish, Rebecca?”

Rebecca bit her lip, shifting uncomfortably on her toes, her face flushed with embarrassment. She had known that complaining to John was a risk, but she hadn’t anticipated how severe the consequences would be. “I… I didn’t think…” She struggled to find the words, the tension in her body making it difficult to speak.

“Oh, Rebecca. And now look at you. In an even more compromised timeout for them to see,” commented Stephanie.

Amelia leaned in closer, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and fascination. “So, complaining earned you this?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Rebecca nodded, the movement small and strained. “Yes,” she whispered. “He said I needed to learn not to question his decisions. He… he didn’t appreciate me challenging him.”

Stephanie chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Of course he didn’t. You should know better by now, Rebecca. Complaining about your punishment only leads to obedience training, every time. You should know that by now.” She tilted her head, considering Rebecca’s predicament for a moment. “And I thought you’d learned your lesson about all that. You haven’t been up on the pulleys for a month.”

Lisa crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched Rebecca struggle to maintain her balance. “Wow,” she remarked, clearly impressed by the scene. “You weren’t kidding when you said she needs to be kept in line.”

Stephanie nodded, her gaze never leaving Rebecca. “Exactly. She has a tendency to forget her place, so it’s up to Dad and me to remind her.” She walked over to Rebecca, inspecting the tension in the cords with a practiced eye. “Now you’re here, on your toes, your little titties all stretched out, exactly where you belong.”

Rebecca swallowed hard, feeling the pain in her nipples and the burn in her calves as she strained against the pulleys, knowing that any attempt to shift her weight would only increase the discomfort. The clamps pinched with every movement, a constant reminder of her position and the consequences of her actions.

The blonde friend looked back at Stephanie, an amused expression on her face. “So, how long is she usually keep like this?”

Stephanie shrugged casually. “As long as it takes for her to understand. She needs to be reminded not to challenge authority during punishment, and this is a very effective way to make that point clear.”

Rebecca closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing as she tried to endure the discomfort and the shame. She was acutely aware of the three sets of eyes on her, each one carrying a different expression of curiosity, amusement, or judgment. She knew she was being watched, evaluated, and silently judged, and the weight of that knowledge pressed down on her almost as much as the physical strain of the pulleys.

Stephanie’s smirk softened slightly, but the satisfaction in her eyes remained. “Remember this, Rebecca,” she said, her voice low but firm. “Next time you think about complaining, think about where it might get you. You’re here because you questioned Daddy, and now, you’re exactly where you belong. And you’ll stay there until he’s decide you’ve learned enough.”

Rebecca nodded weakly, her body trembling with the strain, but she knew there was no arguing, no protesting that would change her situation.

Stephanie replaced her ball gag, leaving her as she had found her.

Chapter 44: Belted in front of the Girls

The sound of footsteps in the hallway grew louder, and Rebecca’s heart raced as John entered the room. He didn’t acknowledge his wife’s predicament at all. Instead, he went to Steph and the two young women standing nearby, smiling in greeting.

“Hello, girls,” he said warmly, as if he’d walked in on nothing more unusual than a quiet afternoon. “It’s nice to see you all here. Stephanie’s been telling me so much about you both—Amelia, Lisa, I believe? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

The two girls nodded, their eyes darting between John and Rebecca, clearly taken aback by his casual demeanor in the face of Rebecca’s vulnerable state. Stephanie, meanwhile, looked perfectly at ease, a small smirk playing on her lips as she watched the unfolding scene.

After a few polite exchanges, John turned his gaze to Rebecca, still maintaining a calm, almost indifferent expression. “Now, Rebecca,” he said, his tone growing slightly firmer, “I think it’s time to bring you down from there. We need to finish our little discussion about what happens when you question my decisions.” He glanced back at the girls. “You’re welcome to stay if you’d like; Rebecca needs to understand the consequences fully, and a little audience might help her remember.”

Amelia and Lisa exchanged wide-eyed glances, clearly intrigued but unsure of how to respond. Stephanie grinned and nodded at her friends, signaling her approval. “You should stay,” she whispered. “This is… part of how things work around here.”

John walked over to the pulleys, slowly releasing the tension and allowing Rebecca to lower herself onto her heels. Her legs trembled as she regained her balance, her body still aching from the strain of the cords. As she settled, John reached behind her to unfasten the clamps from her nipples, the release of pressure sending a sharp, lingering sting through her chest. He removed her ball gag and unbound her wrists.

Once she was freed, he took hold of her arm, guiding her to stand in front of the girls. Her face flushed a deep shade of red, but she kept her gaze lowered, knowing better than to try to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Rebecca,” John’s voice was steady but stern, “I made it clear that questioning my decisions isn’t acceptable, didn’t I?”

Rebecca nodded slowly, her voice a faint whisper as she replied, “Yes, John. I understand.”

“Good,” he replied, his tone firm. “But understanding isn’t quite enough, is it? Actions have consequences, and since you complained about being in timeout in front of our guests, we’d finish up your punishments in front of our guests.”

Turning to the girls, he continued in the same even tone. “Rebecca here needs a bit of reinforcement to help her remember her place. This won’t take long, but it’s important that she learns not to question authority in this household.” He gestured to a nearby chair, positioning it at the center of the room and taking his thick leather belt off from around his waistband.

Rebecca’s heart pounded as she was led to the chair, her bare skin exposed and vulnerable. Her cheeks burned with shame, aware of the girls’ stares as they watched from a few feet away, the tail still firmly implanted.

As soon as Rebecca bent over the back of the chair, John reached down and grasped the base of the tail firmly. She braced herself, knowing exactly what was coming, but it didn’t lessen the anticipation or the shame.

John’s grip was steady as he began to pull, and Rebecca felt the stretch immediately, her muscles resisting as the widest part of the plug started to make its way out. Her bum hole, already sore and sensitive, had to stretch painfully around the bulbous middle, the sensation intense and unyielding. She couldn’t help but let out a small, involuntary whimper as the plug stretched her even further on its way out.

Amelia, Lisa, and Stephanie watched in silent fascination, their eyes glued to the mortifying display as Rebecca’s bottom struggled to release the plug. The painful stretch seemed to last an eternity, each slow millimeter adding to her humiliation. She could feel the girls’ stares, the weight of their judgment and amusement, which only deepened her embarrassment.

Finally, with one last tug, the plug slipped free, leaving her feeling exposed and empty in a way that made her cheeks burn hotter than ever. John held the tail for a moment, almost as if to emphasize her disgrace, before setting it aside. Rebecca remained bent over, her sore, freshly stretched bottom now fully vulnerable to the belt that was about to deliver her next punishment. She could feel her humiliation searing into her, knowing that every detail of her painful ordeal had been witnessed by those who now waited, expectantly, for her discipline to continue.

John took his time, doubling the belt in his hand, his expression calm but resolute. “This,” he explained to the girls, “is what happens when boundaries are crossed. A necessary reminder.”

Without further ado, he raised the belt and brought it down sharply across Rebecca’s backside, the sound echoing through the room. She gasped, her body tensing with the sting as her humiliation deepened. The belt struck again, each stroke deliberate, each landing with a firm, unyielding impact that left her bottom stinging and red.

Stephanie and her friends watched, transfixed, their eyes fixed on Rebecca’s reaction with a mixture of shock and fascination. Amelia shifted slightly, her expression somewhere between intrigued and uncomfortable, while Lisa’s lips curved in a slight smile, clearly amused by the display of discipline.

As the final strike of the belt landed, leaving Rebecca’s bottom throbbing with sharp, lingering pain, John stepped back, examining his handiwork with a satisfied nod. Rebecca’s breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as she remained bent over the chair, acutely aware of every set of eyes in the room. She could feel the sting of each welt, the deep ache serving as a constant reminder of her punishment.

Straightening up, John fixed her with a calm, authoritative gaze. “It’s bedtime, Rebecca,” he announced, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Go choose a nice outfit and come get me when you’re ready.”

Rebecca’s heart sank. The idea of dressing up in something revealing and then having to parade herself in front of Stephanie and her friends was almost unbearable. She glanced back at John, her voice trembling as she dared to protest, “Please… not in front of the guests.”

John’s expression didn’t soften; if anything, it grew more resolute. “Excuse me?” he said, arching a brow, his voice dangerously quiet. “Are you questioning me, Rebecca?”

Rebecca bit her lip, hesitating, but her cheeks burned as she glanced at the young women, who were all too happy to watch her squirm. “It’s just… it’s humiliating…”

John’s eyes narrowed, his tone growing even firmer. “Perhaps you need more time on the pulleys, then? Would that help remind you of your place?”

The mention of the pulleys made Rebecca’s blood run cold. She’d experienced that punishment before, the relentless stretch on her body leaving her with no choice but to endure and submit. The very thought of being subjected to it again was enough to make her swallow her pride.

She lowered her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper. “No, please. I understand.”

“Good,” John replied, his tone softening only slightly. “Then you’ll go to our bedroom, find something appropriate, and come back here to get me. And make sure it’s a nice outfit, something that shows me you’ve learned a bit of humility tonight.”

Rebecca nodded, her cheeks flaming as she turned to head to the bedroom, her every step a reminder of the humiliation she was enduring. She knew that whatever she chose would only add to her embarrassment, especially with Stephanie and her friends waiting to watch her next mortifying display. The weight of their amused stares pressed down on her, intensifying her shame, but she understood all too well that obedience was her only choice.

Chapter 45: Lingerie Discipline

Amelia and Lisa perked up, intrigued by this new turn of events, while Stephanie’s smile grew even more smug. “Will she be choosing something a bit… revealing?” Stephanie asked, barely containing her amusement.

“Indeed,” John replied, his tone calm and authoritative. “Rebecca will head to her wardrobe and choose something suitably… provocative. Then she’ll present herself in it and ask me if I’m satisfied with her choice. And she’ll do it right here, in front of you all.”

Amelia, and Lisa exchanged eager glances, each of them clearly curious to see what Rebecca would choose. “This is going to be interesting,” Amelia murmured, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

Rebecca returned a few minutes later, having chosen a delicate, lacy black lingerie set that left little to the imagination. She stood in the doorway for a moment, her hands fidgeting as she gathered the courage to step fully into the room. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to stand in front of John, her cheeks flushed as she tried to steady her breathing.

“John,” she began softly, her voice laced with embarrassment, “I… I’m here to ask if you’re satisfied with my choice.”

John took a moment, letting his gaze travel slowly over her, his expression stern as he examined her choice. He finally gave a slight nod, acknowledging her effort but not giving away his full approval just yet. “Turn around,” he commanded, his tone even.

Rebecca turned slowly, allowing the full view of her choice, feeling every bit of her body exposed under their watchful eyes. She could sense the intensity of the girls’ stares, and her face burned, knowing they were witnessing every vulnerable inch of her. Stephanie let out a quiet chuckle, clearly satisfied with how thoroughly her stepmother’s humiliation had been orchestrated.

“Not bad,” John said finally, breaking the silence. “But remember, Rebecca, this isn’t just about following instructions. It’s about attitude and obedience.” He reached out, taking her chin gently but firmly, making her meet his gaze. “Now, I want you to ask me properly. Show us all that you understand.”

Rebecca’s voice caught in her throat, but she swallowed and spoke softly, “Please, John… am I dressed as you wish?”

He held her gaze for a moment longer, allowing her submission to sink in fully, before he finally gave a nod of approval. “You’ve chosen well. But I think there’s still something you need to ask me, isn’t there?”

She bit her lip, feeling her cheeks flame as she hesitated. But she knew that any resistance or hesitation would only prolong her punishment. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to meet his gaze.

“John,” she began softly, her voice trembling, “may I… may I ask you to take me for bedroom punishment?”

Amelia stifled a giggle, nudging Lisa as they both looked at Stephanie, who wore a smug smile. They understood perfectly what Rebecca’s request implied, and the idea clearly amused them. Lisa couldn’t hold back a quiet snicker, her eyes darting between Rebecca’s flushed face and John’s steady, unflinching expression.

“But Rebecca,” he said slowly, his voice carrying a note of disappointment, “You called me by my given name, several times just now. Care to explain why?”

Rebecca stiffened, her face going even redder as she struggled to find the words. “I… I just… I didn’t want to…” Her voice trailed off as she fidgeted uncomfortably, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, aware of the girls’ curious glances.

“Didn’t want to what, Rebecca?” John pressed, his tone firm. “Didn’t want to call me what you’re supposed to? What I’ve made clear you will call me during punishment?”

Rebecca swallowed hard, barely able to meet his gaze. “I… I didn’t want to say it… in front of them,” she admitted softly, barely above a whisper. “It’s… embarrassing.”

John’s eyes narrowed, and he took a deliberate step toward her. “So you thought you could avoid calling me Daddy, is that it? Thought you could skip a rule because you were embarrassed? Hands on the wall,” he instructed, his voice low and unyielding.

Rebecca hesitated but complied, pressing her palms flat against the wall. In an instant, John brought his hand down with a loud, sharp smack across her already sore black-pantied bottom. She gasped, her body jerking forward from the impact, her face flushing even deeper as he continued, each smack deliberate, each one a clear reminder of her disobedience.

“Now, Rebecca,” he said between firm, punishing smacks, “you’ll correct yourself, won’t you? Tell me what you should have called me.”

Rebecca squirmed, her voice trembling with embarrassment. “I… I should have called you… Daddy,” she whispered, her words barely audible.

John leaned in slightly, his tone taking on a teasing, almost mocking edge. “Louder. I didn’t hear you. And I’m sure the girls didn’t either.”

Her face turned a brighter shade of crimson as she forced herself to speak louder. “I… I should have called you Daddy,” she repeated, her voice carrying a hint of desperation.

“That’s right,” John replied, giving her one final, stinging slap. “Because that’s what naughty little girls call the man who’s in charge of their discipline, isn’t it?”

Rebecca nodded, feeling completely humbled. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, barely able to contain her embarrassment.

He smirked, crossing his arms as he looked at her trembling form. “Admit it, Rebecca. Say, ‘I’m a naughty little girl who needs Daddy’s discipline.’”

The words caught in her throat, but she knew she had no choice. With her face pressed to the wall, her voice shaking, she repeated softly, “I’m a naughty little girl who needs Daddy’s discipline.”

John’s smirk deepened. “Tell me, Rebecca,” he began, his voice low and menacing, “are you asking for another trip to the pulleys? Perhaps you need another reminder of what happens when you try to avoid your rules.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened, and she shook her head quickly, her voice coming out in a panicked whisper. “No, please, Daddy… not the pulleys. I… I promise I’ve learned my lesson.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “So you say now,” he replied, his tone dripping with skepticism. “But you thought you could skip a rule just because you were embarrassed. Maybe the pulleys would help you remember to follow each and every rule, no matter who’s watching.”

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she glanced over her shoulder, desperation in her eyes. “Please, Daddy,” she begged, her voice thick with pleading. “I won’t make the mistake again. I don’t need… I don’t need the pulleys, I swear.”

John held her gaze for a long moment, letting her squirm under the weight of his silent judgment. Finally, he spoke, his voice firm but slightly softer. “Alright, Rebecca. I’ll spare you the pulleys—this time. But know that if I catch even a hint of defiance or hesitation, you’ll find yourself stretched up on your toes, with those clamps biting down as a reminder of exactly who’s in charge here.”

Rebecca nodded quickly, relief flooding her face as she whispered, “Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.”

He reached out, placing a hand on her shoulder, giving her a final, firm squeeze. “Good. Now, since you understand what’s expected, we’ll continue this in the bedroom. Follow me.”

He turned to the girls, giving them a brief nod. “You’re welcome to stay here. We won’t be long, but you may hear some things that might give you insight into how Rebecca is disciplined.”

Stephanie’s grin widened, and she exchanged another amused glance with her friends. “We’ll wait right here, Dad,” she replied, clearly enjoying every moment of her stepmother’s embarrassment.

With that, John led Rebecca out of the room, her cheeks burning as she felt the eyes of Stephanie, Amelia, and Lisa on her retreating back. The door closed softly behind them, and as they disappeared from view, the girls burst into a fit of quiet giggles, each one exchanging knowing looks as they settled in to wait.

Chapter 46: Bedroom Discipline

As the door closed behind John and Rebecca, the girls exchanged sly, knowing looks, still chuckling softly. They settled back on the couch, their ears tuned to the faint sounds coming from the bedroom just down the hallway. The walls were thin, and it wasn’t long before muffled voices began drifting back to them.

Stephanie smirked, giving Amelia and Lisa a conspiratorial grin as the sounds grew louder, unmistakable now in their intensity. They could hear Rebecca’s voice, soft at first, then building in urgency, her words punctuated by gasps and little whimpers that left no question as to what was happening.

Then came John’s deep, authoritative tone, firm and steady. His words were partially muffled, but the girls could catch snippets, enough to piece together his instructions. “Stay still… You’ll take what you’re given, won’t you, Rebecca?” he said, his voice carrying through the thin wall. “You asked for this, didn’t you?”

Rebecca’s reply was faint but pleading, her words interspersed with sounds that revealed both her struggle and her submission. “Yes… yes, John… I asked…”

The muffled sounds from the bedroom grew louder, filtering through the thin walls with an unmistakable intensity that left no doubt about what was unfolding on the other side. The girls on the couch exchanged wide-eyed glances, stifling their giggles as they listened in, each one trying not to burst out laughing.

“Where are you taking it, Rebecca?” Stephanie’s dad asked.

As the rhythm of the sounds intensified, Rebecca’s voice became clearer, filled with a mix of strain and submission. Her voice carried through, breathless and pleading, and then, to the girls’ surprise, came her flustered cry, “Oh… oh, Daddy… please, I… I’m taking it… up the bum, just like you wanted!”

Stephanie pressed a hand to her mouth, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she exchanged a shocked, gleeful look with Amelia and Lisa. Amelia’s cheeks flushed as she tried to hold in her laughter, while Lisa raised her eyebrows, clearly entertained by the turn of events, not the least of which was Rebecca referring to her husband as “Daddy”.

They listened, hanging on every sound, as John’s deep, firm voice followed, cutting through Rebecca’s pleading with calm authority. “That’s right, Baby Girl. This is part of your punishment, and you’ll take every bit of it, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy… yes…” Rebecca’s voice came back, her words trailing off into gasps and whimpers.

The girls stifled their giggles, glancing at each other with wide eyes as the scene in the bedroom unfolded audibly. Amelia leaned closer to Stephanie, whispering with a smirk, “Did she just say…?”

Lisa nodded, covering her mouth to keep from laughing aloud. “It sounds like… well, exactly that,” she replied, her cheeks pink with amusement.

The sounds grew more intense, Rebecca’s gasps and whimpers coming faster, punctuated by John’s firm, unrelenting voice. There was no mistaking what was happening, and the girls could hear every moment of it, their expressions a mix of amusement and intrigue as they listened to the rhythm and the dialogue that made the nature of the act unmistakable.

Stephanie leaned in close to her friends, whispering, “Looks like she’s learning her lesson, alright.”

The sounds continued for a while longer, filling the room with a rhythm and intensity that left nothing to the imagination. By the time the muffled noises began to fade, the girls on the couch were left grinning and shaking their heads, each one acutely aware that Rebecca’s “punishment” had gone far beyond anything they’d expected—and that she’d been thoroughly reminded of her place in the household.

“Do you feel properly punished now, Little Girl?” John’s voice asked, firm but slightly teasing.

“Yes… oh, yes… Daddy…” Rebecca’s voice answered, breathy and broken, and the girls could barely contain their laughter, each one feeling a mix of astonishment and amusement at how open and uninhibited the punishment had become.

As the sounds began to fade, the girls settled back, sharing a final set of grins. It was clear to them that Rebecca’s “bedroom punishment” had indeed been thorough—and that her role in this household was now painfully, unmistakably clear.

Chapter 47: Cornered in Lingerie

A few moments later, the bedroom door opened, and John reentered the room, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Behind him, Rebecca followed, dressed in her delicate, lacy lingerie, her cheeks flushed deeply with both exertion and embarrassment. Her steps were hesitant, her gait unsteady, clearly affected by the intensity of her “punishment.” She cast a quick, pleading glance toward John, but his expression remained calm and firm.

“Rebecca,” he said, gesturing toward the corner, “I think you know what to do.”

Rebecca swallowed hard, nodding meekly as she made her way to the corner, her movements slow and clearly uncomfortable. She winced slightly with each step, the soreness evident, and the girls exchanged sly, amused looks, barely containing their snickers. Stephanie raised an eyebrow, a smirk of her own forming as she took in her stepmother’s posture and the slight, unmistakable hitch in her walk.

“Right back in the corner, Rebecca,” John continued, his tone calm yet authoritative. “Just like any naughty little girl. Hands on your head. I trust you’ll use this time to reflect on your behavior and the importance of obedience.”

“Yes, John,” Rebecca replied softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering exhaustion. She turned to face the wall, assuming her familiar stance, with her hands resting on her head and her flushed face pressed close to the wall. Every detail—the slight quiver in her legs, the redness creeping up her neck—spoke to the thoroughness of her punishment, and the girls couldn’t resist the urge to share a few quiet chuckles.

Stephanie grinned, folding her arms as she regarded Rebecca’s figure in the corner. “Oh, I think she’s had a reminder she won’t soon forget,” she replied, her tone full of satisfaction.

Lisa chuckled, shaking her head as she observed the scene. “And here I thought this would be a quiet evening in,” she whispered with a smirk.

John stood back, his gaze lingering on Rebecca’s figure as she resumed her position in the corner, her face pressed against the wall, hands obediently clasped behind her head. The skimpy black lingerie clung to her, accentuating every curve and mark from her recent punishment, but it wasn’t enough for him. With a deliberate, silent step forward, he reached down and grasped the waistband of her panties, slowly lowering them until they rested in a taut band around her mid-thighs.

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed even deeper, her entire body tensing as the cool air touched her bare skin. She knew exactly what was on display, and her mortification grew as she felt the lingering evidence of their intimacy—a warm drip slipping from between her cheeks, sliding down before pooling delicately onto the gusset of her lowered panties, the milky white semen standing out in stark contrast to the black panty..

The girls in the room, particularly Stephanie, caught sight of this new detail, their gazes widening with interest and barely concealed amusement. Amelia leaned in, murmuring something to Stephanie with a mischievous smile, while Lisa stifled a laugh, unable to look away from the sight of Rebecca’s exposed, thoroughly used state. The drip continued, slow and unhurried, each drop marking the fabric as a visible reminder of the authority John held over her, and her utter submission to it.

Rebecca kept her eyes fixed firmly on the wall, feeling each second of her exposure like a fresh sting, knowing that the girls were watching, observing every humiliating detail. The warmth of her cheeks mirrored the shame that burned inside her, knowing there was no escape from this, no reprieve from the vulnerability she’d been laid bare to.

John crossed his arms, standing back with satisfaction as he allowed her—and the room—to absorb every second of the mortifying display. He seemed content to let her remain that way, fully exposed, fully humbled, her lowered panties bearing silent witness to the unmistakable evidence of his control.

John nodded approvingly as he watched Rebecca settle into her position, then turned to the girls. “Thank you all for your patience,” he said smoothly, as if everything had proceeded just as planned. “Rebecca’s learning to respect the rules of this household, and sometimes a bit of thorough correction is necessary.”

The girls nodded, each one grinning with a mixture of amusement and fascination as they observed Rebecca’s humbled form, standing silently in the corner. It was very clear that Rebecca’s place—and her obedience—were now thoroughly cemented in everyone’s minds.

“Earlier tonight, Rebecca thought she could question me,” he continued, his voice steady, carrying an air of authority that left no room for doubt. “She complained to me about you girls seeing her here, in timeout. But…” he cast a glance over her, his smirk widening slightly, “look where that attitude has led her.”

Rebecca’s cheeks burned as his words sank in, every humiliating step of the evening replaying in her mind. She couldn’t see the girls, but she could feel their eyes on her, taking in the full extent of her punishment, each indignity stacking upon the last.

“For that little complaint,” John continued, his tone almost instructional, “she’s earned herself some serious consequences. I had her in the pulleys, stretched until she understood the importance of obedience. Then I gave her a thorough belting, which I know she won’t forget anytime soon.”

Rebecca swallowed hard, every word drilling deeper into her shame. John’s description wasn’t just for her; it was for the girls, a clear explanation of the power dynamics in the household, of the authority he wielded over her.

“And, of course,” John added, his voice dropping just slightly, “I made sure she understood her place in every way, even taking her privately to make sure the lesson stayed with her.” He nodded toward the humiliating display of her lowered panties, where a telltale glisten still lingered, the girls’ gazes riveted to the evidence of her final, intimate surrender.

Stephanie smirked, exchanging amused glances with Amelia and Lisa, who were both leaning in, clearly enjoying every mortifying detail John was revealing. Rebecca’s shame intensified as she heard Amelia stifle a giggle, whispering something to Lisa while Stephanie’s smirk only deepened, pleased to see her stepmother so thoroughly disciplined.

“So now,” John concluded, his tone firm, “Rebecca will stay here on display, in the state she’s earned for herself, until I decide she’s had enough. Let this be a lesson to you, Rebecca.”

Rebecca’s heart raced, her humiliation absolute as she stood in the corner, each layer of her punishment laid bare for all to see, her mind reeling with the weight of John’s words and the unforgiving gaze of her audience. She could do nothing but stand there, the quiet snickers and whispers from behind deepening her sense of vulnerability, as she remained fully on display, a testament to the consequences of defiance.

The moment John stepped out of the room, the atmosphere shifted. The girls, who had been holding back laughter and sharing amused glances, leaned in with gleeful expressions, ready to take full advantage of the opportunity. Stephanie took the lead, a mischievous sparkle in her eye as she circled around to face Rebecca, who stood frozen in the corner, her cheeks flushed with both shame and lingering heat.

“So,” Lisa began, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, “You have to call him ‘Daddy’ when you’re in trouble. Is that right, Rebecca?” She crossed her arms, tilting her head in a way that only deepened Rebecca’s humiliation.

Amelia stifled a laugh, leaning in as well. “A grown woman, calling her husband Daddy?” she mused. “Honestly, that sounds like something a naughty little girl would do when she’s getting scolded.”

Lisa giggled, stepping up beside Stephanie. “It’s adorable, really. A ‘naughty little girl’ who can’t seem to keep herself out of trouble. No wonder Daddy has to keep her in line,” she added, her tone dripping with mock sympathy.

Rebecca’s face flamed as the girls giggled, taunting her with the childlike undertones, the way they teased her about calling John “Daddy” only underscoring her helplessness. She stood there, cheeks burning, feeling every inch the naughty, scolded child they were painting her to be.

Stephanie’s gaze dropped to Rebecca’s bare, reddened bottom and the humiliating evidence of her “grown-up” discipline still glistening on her lowered panties. She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “But I guess Daddy’s punishments aren’t always exactly ‘little girl’ punishments, are they?” She leaned in, her voice soft but laced with amusement. “Seems like you got quite a thorough ‘lesson’ in the bedroom too, didn’t you?”

Amelia piled on, her eyes alight with mischief. “Oh, I can see it… poor Rebecca, left with all the ‘grown-up consequences’ dripping down.” She chuckled, giving Rebecca a mocking look of pity. “I bet Daddy made sure you felt every bit of that lesson.”

Lisa joined in, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Must be embarrassing, standing here like this with his… reminder… on display for all of us to see. Bet you’ll think twice before complaining again, won’t you?”

The girls’ laughter filled the room, each word deepening Rebecca’s humiliation as they shifted from taunting her childlike submission to the undeniable proof of her “grown-up” punishments. Rebecca’s heart pounded as she felt their eyes on her, unable to respond, unable to defend herself, trapped in the shameful knowledge that they saw everything—the childish, the adult, and every mortifying thing in between.

“So, Rebecca,” Stephanie asked in a voice that was almost too sweet, “after all that, how’s your… back passage feeling?” She tilted her head, feigning concern, her smirk only deepening.

Rebecca’s face flushed even brighter, but she remained silent, biting her lip as her cheeks burned with fresh embarrassment.

Amelia chimed in, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “It must be sore, huh? After all, you were practically begging Daddy… We all heard it,” she teased, trying to suppress her own laughter. “I mean, from the sounds of it, Daddy didn’t exactly go easy on you.”

Lisa grinned, raising an eyebrow. “Bet you’re feeling it now, aren’t you, Rebecca? I’d imagine you’re going to be… remembering this for a while.”

Rebecca shifted uncomfortably, her shoulders tense as she fought to keep her composure. The sting of their words, combined with the lingering soreness, only intensified her humiliation.

Stephanie took a step closer, lowering her voice to a whisper but making sure the other girls could still hear. “I bet every time you sit down, you’ll be reminded of tonight. Or maybe you’ll even think twice about questioning him again. Isn’t that right?”

Rebecca’s voice came out as barely a murmur, thick with shame. “Yes, Stephanie,” she whispered, her voice strained.

The three girls shared a laugh, clearly pleased with Rebecca’s reaction.

“Tell me, Rebecca,” Amelia asked, barely containing her amusement, “does John even bother with anything… conventional with you anymore? Or is it all just… well, back there?”

Rebecca’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, her shoulders tightening as she kept her gaze fixed on the wall, trying desperately to ignore the taunts. She knew the teasing would continue, but admitting anything would only encourage them further.

Stephanie chuckled, leaning in closer. “Oh, come on, Rebecca, you can tell us,” she said, her voice dripping with faux concern. “Do you ever get any… attention up front? Or is that just off-limits now?”

Lisa joined in, her tone both mocking and curious. “Yeah, it must feel… different, knowing that’s all he thinks you deserve. Must be quite a reminder, huh?”

Rebecca took a shaky breath, the weight of their words pressing down on her, but she remained silent, determined not to give them the satisfaction of a response. Her mind raced with embarrassment, every word making her more aware of her place under John’s authority and the girls’ unrelenting scrutiny.

Stephanie tilted her head, her smirk growing as she observed Rebecca’s silent, trembling form in the corner. “Oh, come on, Rebecca,” she coaxed, her tone edging from teasing to commanding. “We asked you a question, and we expect an answer. You’re not getting out of this that easily.”

Rebecca hesitated, her face flushed and her body tense as she forced herself to swallow her pride. She knew the only way to end the relentless teasing was to respond. Taking a shaky breath, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Sometimes…” she started, her words faltering under the weight of her own embarrassment, “sometimes it’s… one way. Other times… it’s the other. And sometimes…” She paused, feeling her cheeks burn, but continued, “sometimes… my mouth.”

The girls exchanged gleeful looks, clearly delighted by Rebecca’s admission. Amelia stifled a laugh, leaning in closer with a mockingly sympathetic look on her face. “So you really don’t get a say, do you?” she asked, her voice dripping with faux pity.

Rebecca shook her head slightly, her voice trembling. “No… I don’t have any say,” she admitted, the humiliation thick in her tone.

Lisa grinned, folding her arms as she leaned back, watching Rebecca with amusement. “Well, I guess that keeps things… interesting for you, doesn’t it?” she taunted, her words filled with condescension.

Amelia smirked, glancing back at Rebecca’s humiliated figure in the corner, her voice dripping with mock curiosity. “So, Rebecca, when it’s punishment time… is it always the bum?” She let the question hang, her tone leaving no room for Rebecca to ignore it.

Rebecca hesitated, her face burning as she considered staying silent, but the weight of their expectant stares pushed her to answer. Taking a shaky breath, she replied in a voice barely above a whisper, “Yes… for punishment, it’s… it’s always that.”

Amelia let out a laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she leaned closer to Stephanie. “Figures,” she said, clearly entertained. “It’s fitting, isn’t it? Makes the lesson… impossible to ignore.”

Lisa joined in, her grin widening. “And with how often you seem to need these ‘reminders,’ I’d bet you’re getting pretty used to it by now,” she teased, clearly enjoying every second of Rebecca’s discomfort.

Rebecca swallowed, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment as she kept her gaze fixed on the wall. She could feel the girls’ laughter, the sharp edge of their teasing cutting deep, each word intensifying the weight of her submission.

[Concluded in Part 27]