“What was that? I can’t hear you? Speak louder—and look at me when you’re talking to me! Why are you being punished?”
The hot little blond looked up at him with wide doe eyes and wailed, ““Because I’m a bad girl and I smoke!”
The male actor then dropped his pants and took out his cock. It was big, and it was raging, rock-hard and pulsing with veins. He pushed it into her little mouth and she gagged, trying to push him away. He used her mouth to please himself as she weakly submitted, then a minute later, he shot his cum all over her white blouse.
I moaned out loud and fought the urge to touch myself. What I had just seen was so degrading and wrong, but I had been unable to look away. I closed the video. My whole body felt hot, and my temples were pounding. I wanted to run back to my room and get myself off. I knew it would only take a minute. My clit was pulsing so hard, it practically hurt.
Then I opened the next porn video. Another girl was bent over a desk, her arms tied in front of her, and an older man was hitting her bottom with his palm, hard. Her bottom was pale, and she was wearing white cotton panties. She gave a little gasp of pleasure every time.
“Oh shit,” I gasped. What was it about being spanked that turned me on so much? I felt like I had discovered something crazy about myself I never knew existed.
“Emily?” Robert called from downstairs.
“Almost done!” I yelled back, quickly closing the naughty video and pulling up the BitTorrent client. It was actually done already. I transferred the file to a flash drive and stood up. God I was wet! A total hot mess. Of course, I’d watched porn a couple of times with my friend Zoe. She loved it. I had thought she was kind of gross for watching it; if I ever needed to get off, it didn’t seem like I needed more than my fingers and my imagination. I guess what I had watched with Zoe just hadn’t been my thing, because what I’d seen on Robert’s computer practically made my head explode. I padded down the stairs with the flash drive in hand, hoping I didn’t look too guilty.
Robert was still sitting on the couch, reading something on his iPad. “Did you get it?” he looked questioningly at me.
“Yeah, I think so,” I answered, plugging the stick into the back of the TV and starting the movie again. I sat back down on the couch lengthwise and put my head on his leg, the way I usually did.
His thigh against the back of my head usually felt familiar and comfortable, but this time...lately I hadn’t quite been able to keep my naughty thoughts about Robert off my mind, and laying down next to him on the couch this particular evening sent a little surge of lust racing down my body. I squirmed involuntarily under the blanket.
“You okay, honey?” Robert asked, running his hand through my hair affectionately. I closed my eyes and drew in my breath suddenly, unable to help it. He’d set my scalp afire with cold tingles.
I blushed, embarrassed. I knew the way I enjoyed his touch was probably obvious. “I’m fine, Stepfather,” I answered, channeling the girl I just viewed on the video. “I think my tummy’s just a little upset.”
“Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” he soothed. His hand moved under the blanket to gently caress my stomach. I closed my eyes again. I liked being held by him, protected and comforted.
“It’s okay,” I sighed, rolling onto my side to watch the movie. God, if only he knew how my body responded to his touch.
Our movie night ended the way it usually did, with me passing out with my head on his leg, and him softly waking me up. I yawned and stretched, my arm bumping against his chest accidentally as I uncurled.
“What time is it?”
“Almost eleven thirty.” I reluctantly got out from under the warm blanket, feeling wobbly on my feet. I always wanted to fall asleep on the couch, but Robert would never let me.
“Night, Stepfather,” I said, leaning over and letting him kiss me on the cheek. I then went to bed. The first thing I immediately did upon covering myself with my bed sheets was plunge a hand down my pants.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned, easing more and more pleasure out of myself, my fingers buried in the folds of my velvety slit. I was desperate now. I imagined it was Robert who was violating me, his big hand deep inside my white cotton panties, as I writhed on the couch next to him.
A series of little animal squeaks left my mouth, the same sound I always made as I pushed myself through those last few ecstatic moments when it felt like my whole body was swelling with hot pleasure. I finally came, feeling every muscle in my body clench as I let my orgasm have its way with me.
“Oh…God,” I groaned, rolling over and relaxing. My whole body was heaving. I sucked my fingers, enjoying my own taste, and the way the nasty little act made a second wave of lust bloom through my body.
Why was I so horny all the time? I couldn’t take it. I liked Caleb, even if he could be a little annoying. I was going to make Caleb fuck me, I decided, before I rolled over and went to sleep.
****
Would Robert let me go to Sonic Emergence? That was the question. He should. After all, it was a week after graduation. Not letting me go would be mean. And my stepfather wasn’t mean. A little demanding maybe, but not mean.
Still, I felt a little nervous bringing it up.
So I decided to put it off another day. After all, I was going out tonight, and I didn’t feel like having an argument about it; I was meeting Caleb at a vegetarian restaurant in thirty minutes, and I had to ask for the keys to the 4Runner anyway. If I brought it up now, Robert was bound to hold the keys from me until I convinced him Sonic Emergence wasn’t going to be the drug-soaked music festival that it was, and that he was finally going to be able to meet and examine Caleb to his satisfaction.
I padded up the stairs to his office in my socks. I knew he was in there, doing market research or something.
“Stepfather?” I asked, knocking on the door.
“Come in, sweetheart.” He was dressed casually, in the same brown slacks and crisp white shirt he always wore to the office. His shirt was un-tucked with rolled-up sleeves, and he was typing something on his computer intently. He flashed a quick smile when he saw me enter before going back to his work.
“Going out?”
“Yeah...could I have the keys to the truck? I’m picking Caleb up in thirty minutes. We’re going out to eat.”
Robert cocked his eyebrows, as if he was worried about Caleb’s masculinity or something. “You’re picking him up? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
“He got his license suspended. He can’t drive right now.”
“He got his license suspended? For what?”
Shit. There wasn’t any use lying to him. “For a DUI.” I watched as Robert’s eyes widened “It wasn’t that big a deal,” I persisted, “he wasn’t even driving. He was drinking a beer in the cab of his truck, and he was going to sleep in the back. His sleeping bag was rolled out and everything. The cop just wasn’t very understanding. He should have been charged with underage drinking, not a DUI. He literally only had one beer...” He had also been caught smoking a joint, but if I were to tell Robert that I would probably never see Caleb again, let alone go to Sonic Emergence.
Robert crossed his arms in front of chest implacably.
“Caleb’s underage. He shouldn’t be drinking anything, not even a beer.”
“Stepfather-”
“Jesus Christ, Emily. I haven't even met this boy, and it turns out he has a DUI? The answer is no.”
Damnit. Roberts urge to protect me was going to fuck everything up. I could forget about my plans to steal Caleb's job. “It’s not like he’s an actual criminal or something,” I pleaded.
“Well, Emily, I’m sure glad my daughter isn’t dating an actual criminal. You made him out to sound like a good guy."
“Stepfather--”
“No Emily, that’s final. It’s not up for discussion. I’m responsible for your safety, and I’m not going to let you hang around with that boy. It’s that simple.”
“Fine,” I said. My lip was t
rembling a little, but I did my best to freeze the expression on my face. I turned around and walked to my room, fighting the urge to slam the door. Of course, I was still going to go to Sonic Emergence. I was going to get what I wanted. But now I would have to sneak around behind my stepfather’s back, and that was going to be a real headache.
****
It was movie night again. I was trying hard to hide how disappointed I was, but it wasn’t quite working. I’d been pretty cold to Robert over the past couple of days; I even told him to pick the movie this time, even though I always had, ever since we’d started this little family tradition.
I settled into the couch, not asking what it was. I pulled my phone out to shoot Caleb a quick text.
“Are you okay, honey?” He seemed pained by the way I was treating him. My indifference to him was taking its toll, just like I knew it would.
“I’m fine,” I responded, not looking up.
He reached out and touched my arm. “If something’s wrong, you can let me know, okay?”
“I just told you nothing’s wrong,” I snapped, injecting annoyance into my voice until it came out as a full-on bratty whine. I pulled my arm away. “God.”
He didn’t say anything. I stuck to my end of the couch, withholding my affection from him. Let’s see how he likes it, I thought. I flicked my eyes up to his face for a second, just to check out the results. Good. He was holding his hurt in. It was plain as day to me. Now all I had to do was twist the knife a little. It was totally unlike me, but I was pissed. Just because Robert thought I was his little possession, didn’t mean I was going to let him ruin my whole future.
“I can’t go to the cabin next Sunday, either. I’m going shopping with Melanie and Vanessa.”
He didn’t say anything. He watched the screen stonily for a second before he turned to me. “But you love going there. You were so excited about it.”
“Well I guess now I’m not.” I couldn’t believe the words I was saying. I was being such a brat. Robert’s face looked like it was being deflated. I’d never seen him look so hurt before, about anything. I felt an acidic pang in my stomach. There was no reason to take it this far. Just because I knew his only weakness, it didn’t mean I had to use it to hurt him like this.
“Okay, sweetheart. Are you sure?”
It felt wrenching to tell him, but I stubbornly forced myself to say the words: “I’m sure.”
“Okay.” The expression on Robert’s face was one of complete destruction. He turned away from me for a moment, ostensibly to adjust the cushion behind him.
I felt bad, but I wanted to get my way. I wasn't going to sit at home when I should be having a life.
I felt even worse when I saw the movie. It was Pitch Perfect, my favorite. I’d asked him to choose, and of course he had picked the one he knew I liked the most. I put my phone away guiltily and glanced at Robert again. He was staring straight ahead, his face expressionless. I melted a little and scooted towards him, taking up my familiar position on the couch with my head on his leg. I wanted him to play with my hair, or touch me, or do something. But he didn’t lift a finger; he just sat there coldly.
The movie ended, and I was still wide awake.
****
“Are you sure this is okay?” Caleb asked. I had just got off lifeguarding, and we were hanging around my house. I rolled my eyes.
“It’s fine. My daddy doesn’t get home for another two hours. He has a board meeting.”
Caleb took a sip of his yerba mate and shifted on the couch uncomfortably. “Why do you always call him that? Your daddy? It’s not like you’re a little girl.”
I was annoyed with Caleb--I didn’t always call Robert daddy; just sometimes. “Because that’s what he is. You should be kissing my ass right now. I managed to make him let me go to Sonic Emergence.”
“Really? You made it sound like he was really pissed about my DUI. Oh man, Sonic Emergence is going to be so heady! It’s going to be too trip!”
“He is pissed. In fact, I’m not supposed to see you again, ever. And he doesn’t actually know I’m going to Sonic Emergence. I told him I’m going to go shopping with Melanie and Vanessa instead.”
Heady. Too trip. I was so irritated.
“Why did you have to get that stupid DUI? You were at the beach and it was crowded. You knew the cops were going to be near. That was really stupid.” I felt like hitting him.
“It wasn’t my fault--” Caleb whined, just as the front door slammed open. I froze in my seat. Robert was standing there in his business suit with a phone pressed against his ear. For a moment, he seemed too annoyed with something to even look up at us. He loosened his tie as he walked in, and I swore I could see his veins bulging in his neck. That board meeting hadn’t gone too well, I gathered.
His expression didn’t change as he walked into the house. Shit, I thought. Look at what Caleb had got me into now. Robert was clearly pissed about something already; he probably wouldn’t have any patience left over for me...or Caleb for that matter.
“Emily, what are you doing?” he finally hissed. This little annoyance of finding me with Caleb, on top of whatever shit storm had just occurred, would likely send him over the edge. "Quit saying, 'I’m sorry',” Robert fumed to the person on the other end of the call. “Sorry isn’t good enough. How could you let them persuade you that reducing our equity was a good decision? You need to be talking to me. Look, I’ll call you back. Something’s come up that’s more important than your little fuck-up."
There was an exasperated moment as he put his phone away.
“Jesus Christ, Emily-” he began.
“He was just leaving,” I ventured, trying to keep my voice even. “He just came by because he was heading back to The Palms already, and I gave him a ride...
His face burned with the expression: Emily, get him out of here before I drag him out by his stupid dreadlocks!
“Come on,” I told Caleb, “you need to get going.” I dragged him out, then returned to Robert’s side.
Robert set his briefcase down on the marble kitchen counter a little too hard. The sharp sound filled the silence in an uncomfortable way. He looked at me, his eyes hard and angry.
“I’m disappointed in you. You’re grounded. You can forget about doing anything for the next two weeks.”
“No--” I tried to counter.
“What would happen if I didn’t set limits for you?”
"I, I don't know."
“Like I said, what would happen if I didn’t set limits for you? When you live in the real world, there are consequences for your actions."
“Well, maybe I could take my punishment some other way,” I suggested. “It’s not fair to my friends if I back out on the plans I’ve made with them.”
“I get to decide what's fair, not you."
“It’s just not fair,” I argued. “I know there’s another way I could make things right.”
“Okay,” Robert said, nodding his head. I could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know.” I gulped hard, avoiding Robert’s eyes. “Maybe you could spank me?”
Robert snorted.
“Emily, be serious. You were twelve the last time I spanked you.”
I looked up, making myself meet his eyes.
“I am serious,” I said.
I turned around and braced myself against the counter. I was still wearing the little cotton shorts that I threw over my bikini bottom when I was done lifeguarding for the day, and they clung to my ass, not leaving much to the imagination. It was such a gamble, but I bet that he wouldn’t be able to help himself.
“Pull them down,” he demanded.
“What?” I squeaked.
“I said pull down your shorts.” I could feel my hot blood pulsing through me. Was this really happening?! I stood up and began to remove my shorts. I had barely pulled them down past my butt when I felt a stinging slap hit my behind. I yelped and grabbed the counter. My shorts
were only halfway down my ass, but Robert was done waiting. He smacked me again, hard, and then I submitted to the treatment.
I leaned forward and let Robert spank my ass with his bare hand, each sharp smack making hot pain thrive through my backside. After about six rounds, he stopped. I could hear him breathing behind me, his breath ragged from the excitement and exertion. I could feel my bare cheeks stinging, the raw skin pulsing with pain. I caught my breath and reached down to pull up my shorts, bending over and giving him a full view of my ass in the process. I gingerly pulled them over my burning skin, then I ran upstairs and closed the door to my room.
I felt humiliated, but at the same time sexually electrified. The mix of adrenaline and lust that I'd felt when he spanked me had left me wet and weak-kneed. My hands trembled as I reached down for the hem of my shorts again. Had that really just happened? Had Robert just spanked me like a little girl?
I turned in front of the mirror and examined my bare rear-end once again. It was red and raw, the flush on my pale white skin extending over my entire buttocks. My stepfather had spanked me hard. But I wasn't about to hide up here in my room, that was for sure.
I pulled off my t-shirt and walked back into the hallway in my bikini. My heart was pounding in my chest as I padded down the steps.
"Daddy, look what you did to me," I pouted as I passed through the kitchen again, on the way to the pool. Robert looked up at me in surprise. He had been leaning against the counter with a shocked expression, as if he couldn't believe what had just happened.
I could feel his hungry eyes on my red backside as I walked outside towards the pool.
I splashed around a little, then stepped out of the water and dried myself off, blotting the towel gingerly over my tender skin. I untied my bikini top and let it fall on the ground, before sprawling out on a pool chair. Robert came out. My heart started beating a little faster as I heard him approaching me.
"Emily, put your top back on."
"I don't want to," I said snottily.
"Jesus Christ, Emily, I'm not going to stand here and look at you topless."
"I know you like looking at me," I said, opening my legs for him, and his eyes wandered down to the little red strip of fabric that covered my sex.
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