The Dominant Stepdaughter - Part 5 (F/F)

 [Continued from Part 4]

Rebecca remained silent, her body trembling in Stephanie’s lap, her hands clutching weakly at her stepdaughter’s thighs, trying to steady herself. But it was clear that Stephanie wasn’t done. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a more intimate, almost sinister whisper. “Not half as humiliated as you will be.”

Chapter 6: Taking the Breast

Rebecca’s sobs intensified as she sat in Stephanie’s lap, the pain of her punished bottom pressing against Stephanie’s firm legs overwhelming her senses. The burning, throbbing ache was almost unbearable, but the humiliation cut even deeper. She couldn’t stop the torrent of tears that streamed down her face, her body shaking as she cried openly, like a child who had been scolded too harshly.

Stephanie, still holding her tightly in place, looked down at her with a bemused expression. The corner of her mouth curled up into a smirk, clearly enjoying Rebecca’s broken state. The power imbalance between them felt vast, and Stephanie reveled in it.

Rebecca’s crying grew louder, more pitiful, her breath hitching between sobs. She buried her face in her hands, unable to hide her shame. She felt small, helpless, and utterly reduced to nothing in Stephanie’s arms. Her humiliation was complete.

“Aw, is baby crying?” Stephanie taunted, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. Rebecca’s body shook with sobs, her face burning with embarrassment as she heard the condescension in Stephanie’s tone.

Then, with a cruel laugh, Stephanie leaned down and whispered, “Does baby want the breast?”

The words cut through Rebecca’s sobs like a knife, making her heart skip a beat in shock. She felt her face flush even deeper with mortification, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up at Stephanie’s smirking face. The younger woman’s large, firm breasts were right there, pressed against Rebecca’s bare chest, and the implication of Stephanie’s words made Rebecca’s stomach twist in shame.

Stephanie laughed again, clearly enjoying the reaction. “I think baby needs some comfort after all that crying,” she teased, her tone mocking as she shifted her arms, pulling Rebecca closer against her chest, her breasts pressing more firmly into Rebecca’s tear-streaked face.

Rebecca’s sobs faltered for a moment, her entire body stiffening with humiliation. She wanted to push away, to escape the degrading suggestion, but she had no strength left to fight. The weight of the spanking, the pain, the shame—it was too much. She lay there, helpless, as Stephanie held her, unable to do anything but let the humiliation wash over her once again.

Stephanie, laughing softly to herself, didn’t let up, fully enjoying the power she had over Rebecca’s broken form. “Go on. Take the breast. Do it.”

Rebecca’s breath caught in her throat as Stephanie’s cruel laughter echoed in her ears. The burning humiliation in her chest was almost as unbearable as the pain in her backside. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing—what Stephanie was commanding. Her face burned, hot tears still streaming down her cheeks as she remained pressed against the younger woman’s chest, utterly humiliated.

Stephanie’s grip on her tightened slightly, her voice low and mocking as she continued, “What’s it going to be, Rebecca? You either take the breast, like the baby you’re acting like, or I’ll take you right back over my knee for another round.” Her words were cold, unyielding, with the same air of authority that had dominated their entire encounter.

Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest, the shame of the situation rising like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her. She could still feel the heat radiating from her punished bottom, the throbbing pain a constant reminder of what had just happened. Her entire body was trembling, her breath hitching as she fought the sobs still wracking her chest. The idea of enduring another spanking was horrifying. Her skin was already raw and swollen; she couldn’t take more. But the alternative—what Stephanie was demanding of her—felt like a degradation so deep that she wasn’t sure she could survive it.

The choice was unbearable.

“Please… don’t…” Rebecca’s voice was barely a whisper, choked by her tears, her face still pressed against Stephanie’s firm chest. But she knew, deep down, that begging wouldn’t save her. Stephanie had made that abundantly clear. She wasn’t in control anymore—hadn’t been since the moment she’d been dragged over Stephanie’s knee.

Stephanie leaned closer, her voice a whisper but with an edge that promised there would be no mercy. “What’s it going to be, Rebecca? Do you want to cry like a baby and be treated like one, or do you want more of what you just got?” Her hand gently stroked the burning skin of Rebecca’s bottom, a reminder of what she was capable of.

Rebecca’s stomach twisted in humiliation, the tears flowing faster now. She wanted to disappear, to sink into the earth and escape this nightmare. The thought of submitting to Stephanie in this way was too much to bear, but the throbbing pain in her backside reminded her that refusal would come at an unbearable price.

“Stephanie… please…” Rebecca’s voice cracked, her sobs growing louder, her body trembling violently. But Stephanie just waited, her grip firm, her eyes cold and expectant. There would be no reprieve.

Rebecca’s humiliation deepened as she felt herself losing the battle. She had no power here, no control. Her dignity had already been stripped away, piece by piece, and now this—this final, degrading choice—was the last shred of it being taken from her. And there was nothing she could do to stop it.

With her face burning in shame, Rebecca finally gave in, her body sagging in defeat. She let out a small, broken sob, knowing she had no choice. Trembling, she moved her face closer to Stephanie’s chest, feeling the weight of her shame crash over her as she prepared to obey, too afraid of the punishment that awaited her if she refused.

“Good girl,” Stephanie purred, her voice soft now, almost mocking in its gentleness. “That’s right. Just like a baby.”

Rebecca’s sobs filled the air, her body shaking with the depth of her humiliation, knowing that Stephanie had taken everything from her. She had been reduced to nothing.

Rebecca’s trembling lips hovered over Stephanie’s bare breast, the weight of the humiliation nearly crushing her. She could feel the warmth of Stephanie’s skin against her face, the firm fullness of her breast pressing against her cheek. Every nerve in her body screamed in shame, and yet, with Stephanie’s cold, mocking voice still echoing in her ears, she knew she had no choice.

Her breath hitched as her lips finally made contact, her mouth brushing the soft skin of Stephanie’s breast. Rebecca’s tears flowed freely now, her face wet and flushed, but she couldn’t pull away. Stephanie’s hand, firm and unyielding on the back of her head, guided her closer, pressing her against the breast with a deliberate force.

“Go on, baby,” Stephanie cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. “You know what to do.”

Rebecca’s heart pounded in her chest, her mind screaming in protest, but her body obeyed. Slowly, hesitantly, her lips parted, and she took Stephanie’s nipple into her mouth, her face burning hotter with each passing second. The act itself was degrading beyond anything Rebecca had ever experienced, reducing her to a place of utter submission. She was no longer a woman of authority, no longer even an equal—she was being treated like an infant, helpless and dependent, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

As her lips closed around Stephanie’s nipple, a soft, involuntary whimper escaped her throat. The sensation of suckling was alien, humiliating, and yet as her mouth moved instinctively, the slow pressure of her tongue and lips began to stir something deep within her. The taste of Stephanie’s skin filled her senses, and though her tears continued to fall, her body responded in ways she couldn’t control.

With each soft suck, a strange, unwelcome heat spread through her core. The warmth of Stephanie’s breast against her face, the firm grip holding her in place—it all combined to form a confusing mix of sensations. Rebecca’s mind reeled in shame and confusion, the humiliation of the act warring with the slow, creeping arousal that was rising within her.

“Good girl,” Stephanie murmured softly, her voice filled with satisfaction. She stroked Rebecca’s hair gently, almost mockingly, as Rebecca continued to suckle, her sobs quieting into soft, broken breaths.

Rebecca’s entire body trembled, her legs shaking as she remained trapped in this moment of utter degradation. Every pull of her lips felt like another layer of her dignity being stripped away, and yet, the warmth that had started deep in her belly grew stronger, more undeniable. It was a betrayal of her body, of everything she knew, and the shame of it only made her tears flow harder.

Still, Stephanie didn’t release her. She held Rebecca in place, ensuring that her stepmother continued to suckle like a child, her face pressed firmly against her breast. The humiliation was endless, and Rebecca’s body, despite her every effort to resist, responded in ways that left her even more humiliated than before.

Rebecca’s sobs had quieted to a soft, pitiful whimper, her lips still moving against Stephanie’s breast. The rhythm of her suckling had become more frantic, more desperate, as the overwhelming mix of emotions threatened to consume her. Each pull of her mouth on Stephanie’s nipple sent a fresh wave of humiliation crashing through her, yet the heat pooling deep inside her refused to be ignored. Her body, traitorous and beyond her control, was betraying her in the most degrading way possible.

With each passing moment, Rebecca’s breathing grew more erratic. The warmth in her belly had spread like wildfire, a humiliating arousal that only intensified with every humiliating suckle. She could feel it building inside her, a slow, unstoppable rise toward release. The sensation was sickening and shameful, and yet it was undeniable. She tried to stop, to pull away, but Stephanie’s grip on the back of her head was unrelenting, keeping her firmly pressed against her breast.

“Don’t pull away, baby, keep sucking. Or else Mama will give baby the same spanking all over again…”

Rebecca’s soft, broken sobs filled the air as she continued to suckle, her lips pressing more firmly around Stephanie’s nipple with each passing moment. The humiliation was unbearable, and yet, no matter how much she tried to suppress it, that confusing, unwelcome heat inside her was building. The slow, creeping arousal deep within her belly had grown, spreading through her body like wildfire, and with every desperate suck, she inched closer to an edge she was terrified to reach.

Her breaths grew shallow, her face still wet with tears as she struggled with the growing intensity of the sensations that consumed her. Rebecca’s body began to betray her completely now, her trembling legs clenching involuntarily as the warmth between her thighs intensified. She sucked harder, more desperately, the humiliation twisting and knotting in her chest, but she couldn’t stop. Each pull, each flick of her tongue against Stephanie’s nipple, pushed her closer to the edge, her body reacting despite her shame.

Stephanie seemed to sense the shift in Rebecca’s body, the growing desperation in her movements. A soft, amused chuckle escaped her lips, and her hand moved from Rebecca’s hair to her back, then slowly, almost teasingly, down to her waist. Rebecca whimpered, her sobs catching in her throat as she felt Stephanie’s fingers brush lower, the touch light and intimate, sending a shudder through her already trembling form.

“That’s it,” Stephanie whispered, her voice low and filled with condescension. “You can’t help it, can you? Such a good little girl, sucking so desperately.”

Rebecca’s entire body tensed at the words, the humiliation cutting even deeper, but her mouth continued to move, suckling more urgently now as her arousal grew. Stephanie’s fingers moved lower still, gliding over Rebecca’s hips before sliding between her thighs, her touch intimate and unrelenting. Rebecca gasped, her lips faltering for a moment as she felt Stephanie’s fingers press against her most sensitive spot, stroking her with slow, deliberate motions.

“Shh, just let it happen,” Stephanie whispered, her voice both soothing and cruel as her fingers began to move more insistently. “I’m going to help you, Rebecca. I’m going to help you over that edge.”

Rebecca’s body shook violently now, her sobs mixing with soft, gasping breaths as the shame and arousal collided in a confusing, overwhelming storm. Her legs quivered, her hips involuntarily shifting against Stephanie’s hand as the sensations grew unbearable. She sucked harder, more desperately than before, her body betraying her completely. Each flick of Stephanie’s fingers, each teasing stroke, sent her closer to that humiliating release she had been fighting against.

Involuntarily, Rebecca bucked against Stephanie's hand, her hips moving of their own accord. The movement impaled her onto Stephanie's finger, and a moan escaped her lips, muffled by the soft flesh of Stephanie's breast. Stephanie responded by curling her finger inside Rebecca, pressing against the sensitive spot that made Rebecca's eyes roll back in ecstasy.

The rhythmic clenching of her pussy around Stephanie's finger grew stronger as Rebecca's orgasm built within her. It was a force that could not be contained, a tide that threatened to overwhelm her senses. Stephanie's other hand came up to pinch Rebecca's nipple, twisting it cruelly as she whispered degrading affirmations into Rebecca's ear.

"That's it, come for me, you filthy slut. Let me see how much you love being punished," Stephanie hissed, her voice dripping with dominance.

With a final, desperate buck, Rebecca succumbed to the most intense orgasm of her life. Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on Stephanie's finger as waves of pleasure crashed over her. The shame and humiliation she felt only served to heighten her climax. Stephanie’s fingers didn’t stop, stroking Rebecca through the humiliating release, her lips curled in satisfaction as she felt the full extent of Rebecca’s surrender. “That’s it,” Stephanie whispered, her voice dripping with smug triumph. “Good girl.”

Rebecca collapsed against her, utterly spent, her tears soaking her skin. She had reached orgasm like never before—with her husband or any man. The shame of what had just happened hit her like a wave, crashing over her with brutal force. She had been humiliated in the worst way possible, her body betraying her completely, and there was nothing left of her dignity.

Stephanie’s arms remained wrapped around Rebecca, but there was a shift in her demeanor—a sly, almost predatory smile spreading across her face as she looked down at the broken woman sobbing against her chest. Rebecca, too exhausted to move, kept her face buried in Stephanie’s firm breasts, her body trembling from the intensity of everything that had just happened. She could feel her stepdaughter’s heartbeat, steady and unbothered, in stark contrast to her own racing pulse.

As Rebecca’s sobs began to quiet, Stephanie let out a low chuckle, her fingers lightly tracing up and down Rebecca’s back in a way that felt both condescending and patronizing. “Well, well, well,” Stephanie said, her voice dripping with amusement, “You must have been really desperate to cum so hard.”

Rebecca stiffened at the words, her face burning hot with fresh embarrassment. She tried to pull away from Stephanie’s chest, but the younger woman’s grip tightened, keeping her exactly where she was. “No, no, stay right there,” Stephanie continued, her voice laced with mockery. “You seemed to enjoy yourself a little too much to pull away now.”

Rebecca’s eyes widened in shock and horror. She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but no words came. The shame of what had just happened—the uncontrollable pleasure, the humiliating way her body had betrayed her—was too overwhelming to confront. And Stephanie knew it. The blonde’s smug smile only grew as she tilted Rebecca’s chin up, forcing her to meet her eyes.

“Does Dad know about this little… issue of yours?” Stephanie asked, her tone casual but with a sharp edge of mockery. “I mean, if you’re reacting like that, it sounds like he’s really not doing his job in bed, huh?” She smirked, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement as Rebecca’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red.

“Please…” Rebecca whispered, her voice small and broken, her humiliation intensifying with every word that spilled from Stephanie’s lips.

“Please what?” Stephanie teased, running a finger along Rebecca’s tear-streaked cheek. “Please don’t tell Dad how desperate his little wifey is for sexual attention? I mean, really, Rebecca, I expected better from you. You were practically begging for it.”

Rebecca’s breath hitched, her heart pounding painfully in her chest as Stephanie’s words hit their mark. The mocking tone, the way Stephanie was effortlessly controlling the situation—everything about it made Rebecca feel smaller, weaker, and more ashamed. She squirmed in Stephanie’s lap, trying to escape, but Stephanie only laughed softly, holding her tighter.

“Look at you,” Stephanie said, shaking her head with a smirk. “Sitting here, naked and crying in my lap like some helpless little girl. I can’t imagine what Dad would think if he saw you like this. Or better yet, how he’d feel knowing his wife was getting off while being spanked on by her stepdaughter.” She paused, letting the words sink in, her fingers trailing down Rebecca’s back with a cruel gentleness. “But maybe he’d thank me for doing his job for him.”

Rebecca squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the words, but they echoed in her head, each one cutting deeper than the last. Her humiliation was complete, every ounce of dignity stripped away as she sat there, exposed and vulnerable, her body still pressed against Stephanie’s in a position she couldn’t escape from.

“You really are something, Rebecca,” Stephanie continued, her voice softening but losing none of its condescension. “I bet you’ve been pretending all this time, acting like you’re so in control at home. But here you are, falling apart over my knee. I wonder if Dad knows how easy it is to put you in your place. What a good, firm spanking will do for you? Maybe I should tell him…”

Rebecca shook her head weakly, her tears starting to flow again. “Please… Stephanie… stop…” she whimpered, the humiliation too much to bear.

“Stop?” Stephanie’s eyebrow arched, her lips curling into a cruel smile. “Oh, I don’t think so, Rebecca. I’m just getting started.”

[Continued in Part 6]