8 comments/ 133307 views/ 28 favorites A Young Stepmother Takes Charge By: lesliejones For Kathy -- Still new to the cane but not discipline 1 Yvonne was desperately happy now that she had married Dennis. True, Dennis was somewhat older, in his 50s, but he was really a man who did not let age dim his wonderful sense of humor and all-around desirability. He was so much fun to be with everywhere and that included the bedroom where Yvonne was more than satisfied with his ability to take her over the edge to places she had only dreamed about. There was only one slight issue that Yvonne knew she would have to deal with soon but knowing that Dennis had totally supported her made her feel much more confident about her prospects of success. Dennis's daughter by his first marriage, Kathryn, had moved home and lived on the top floor of their spacious house. Kathryn had not been pleased that her father had chosen to marry someone who was only barely two years older than she was, but seemed jealous as well of Yvonne's loveliness and her excellent taste in clothing. Clearly, these aspects of Yvonne's persona had appealed greatly to Dennis, along with the alacrity with which she had responded to his sexual overtures when they began sleeping together. Now things had grown tense in the house. Kathryn tended to ignore Yvonne and left her own room in a total mess, which Yvonne felt was entirely out of order for a 24-year-old. When Yvonne mentioned to Kathryn that she should take better care of her clothes, Kathryn looked at her with a sneer and said, "Just because you're fucking my father, don't think you are in charge of everything around here." Yvonne actually had quite a dominant personality which she managed to keep to herself in the best European tradition. One night in bed, just after Dennis had been inside her warm tight orifice for quite some time, she whispered in his ear that he needed to do one more thing to ensure her happiness. He looked at her with that delighted glance of his and asked what in the world that might be as his still-hard penis plunged even deeper into her vibrating vagina. "Your daughter Kathryn has been treating me like an unwanted guest, Den," she began, "but I don't want you to do anything. It will be important for our future relationship for you to allow me to be in charge of this. I want to tell her that as long as she lives here, I am in charge, both of the house...and of her." Dennis looked deeply into his beloved's hazel eyes. "I'm not sure I follow you, my love," he said, very openly. "Dennis, I was brought up rather strictly. I think you and your wife treated Kathryn as a bit of a princess. I don't intend to be unfair but I will tell her that I am now in charge and warn her that I will punish her if she does not do what I say around here," Yvonne crisply went on, outlining her intentions to her loving husband. "She will probably resist and spurn my efforts to control her, and she will run to her loving daddy," Yvonne continued, with the slightest of smiles breaking out across her well-satisfied face. "Dennis, all I want you to tell her is that I am in charge and that she will have to accept that and tell me that she agrees and will follow my instructions." Amazingly enough, Dennis seemed relieved to be spared having to take any kind of firm hand with his daughter, whom he loved but whom he knew had grown up just as spoiled as his new wife described. "Darling, please go ahead and do what you want and I will only tell her she will have to deal with you, not me, on this," he responded, exactly as she had hoped, and then he added: "And just to make sure she realizes right off with whom she will have to deal, I will tell her that you will now decide what kind of spending money she gets from...us." Then he looked at her with a grin. "Yvonne, I have a suspicion that a certain young lady's panties are going to be taken down for a crisp spanking soon. Am I right about that?" he asked with more than a smile as he kissed her deeply on her lips. Yvonne tried to keep her composure as his perception of what she had in mind made her start to lubricate all over again and she was afraid, since he was still inside her, that he might think she had lost control and urinated. "Den, I plan to give her a chance to agree to my terms for living here, but when she resists, yes, I do intend to spank her if that proves to be what is needed to change her attitude," she said firmly, as his firm member again took her to new ecstatic heights, making further conversation somewhat difficult and not at all what Yvonne or Dennis wanted right then. 2 Yvonne had dressed in her most severe outfit on the afternoon when Kathryn arrived to see her stepmother to ask for her spending money that Daddy had been so liberal in giving her. She put on a lovely white ruffled blouse and her favourite grey flannel skirt, with a burgundy leather belt, matching handbag and pumps, and sheer stockings, with a seam no less. The blouse was opaque so that even her bra outlines did not show nor were any panty lines visible under the grey skirt as Yvonne had dug out a half slip of the kind she hardly ever bothered with any more. It was amusing for Yvonne to see how the tenor of the interview moved from Kathryn's initial arrogance to her finally saying, in response to Yvonne's telling her how irresponsible she had been and that this could not be permitted to continue, to her stepmother: "Well, if I can't be responsible, as you call it, are you going to spank me or something?" This was just the opening Yvonne needed. "As a matter of fact, Kathryn, I've had the feeling for a long time that a good spanking was the first of a number of things you need, and I hope you're ready for one because that will be necessary before I give you any spending money." It didn't take Kathryn long to realize that this hated young stepmother was not joking in the slightest. Kathryn figured something like this would happen ever since she first brought the subject up with her father. She hated herself for allowing her need for cash to override her pride, and the blow that that attribute would take the moment she lowered her panties to accept a spanking from Yvonne. "I guess I don't have any choice so I hope you get your kicks from this," Kathryn said, with a slight sneer. "I'm not getting any kicks, as you put it, from needing to give you the discipline you obviously have needed for a long time," Yvonne began, "but I can see that you will need to have some major attitude changes. Now let's start by having you lift your skirt, Kathryn, and getting here over my lap." 3 Kathryn couldn't believe this was actually happening and then she realized that Yvonne's fingers were in the waistband of her pink panties and about to lower them. "You can spank me on my underpants," she said. "After all, you're only slightly older than I am." "I'm glad you reminded me of that, Kathryn," Yvonne replied with a slight snap in her voice, "because your juvenile behavior has made me wonder. And I intend to spank you on the bare because I've found that that is the way naughty girls learn to behave." Kathryn cringed but decided she had gone this far and did not even try to keep Yvonne from lowering her panties. Yvonne now looked at her stepdaughter's bare buttock cheeks and also noticed the plentiful hair down between them. She wondered what kind of sex life Kathryn was having. Time enough later to find out about that. She began spanking slowly and deliberately and with increasing strength. It was quite interesting to see Kathryn's cheeks turn rosy as she began to squirm and complain that Yvonne was hurting her. She even moved her legs and Yvonne could see that she had quite a prominent mons, bush, and vulval fig between those legs. At this point, Yvonne knew that she just had to keep on spanking until those cheeks turned deep crimson and Kathryn was ready to promise just about everything to get Yvonne to stop. It didn't take her too long. Yvonne's strong hand kept slapping the sensitive cheeks, aiming toward the inner surface near the anal crack. She noticed that Kathryn was especially sensitive the closer she got to that crack, so she stopped the spanking and ordered her to hold her cheeks open. By now, Kathryn was done resisting—she just wanted this over and would pledge anything to make sure Yvonne never did this to her again. Yvonne of course had entirely different ideas about that. With Kathryn holding her cheeks wide apart, Yvonne made sure her spanking palm came into direct contact with Kathryn's cute little anal rosebud. Kathryn realized now that not only was she being spanked right on her anus but that Yvonne was staring at this intensely private place. When Yvonne finally stopped spanking long enough to admire the deep shade of red she had induced in Kathryn's posterior, she picked up her thin cane and lightly tapped it on the now exceedingly sore cheeks. Kathryn began to moan and mutter that Yvonne was killing her. Yvonne merely took the cane and slowly ran it through Kathryn's legs, making sure it made contact with her labia and clit. The feeling of this scary implement touching Kathryn's most sensitive and intimate places made her shiver but now she promised Yvonne she would "be good". "You certainly will," Yvonne responded with a smile. Yvonne lay the thin cane across Kathryn's ample bare cheeks and slowly drew it back. With merely a light flick, she snapped it across the cheeks and saw a bright red tramline appear just as Kathryn screeched out in both surprise and pain. Before Kathryn could respond any more, Yvonne flicked her wrist once again and the cane bit into Kathryn's hindquarters leaving another red tramline. Now she began to cry. Yvonne proceed to apply several more crisp strokes with her small, thin cane. After Kathryn began to buck and move her rear to try to avoid the strokes, Yvonne held her tightly across her waist and told her to keep still if she didn't want to receive what the young stepmother only referred to as "a more severe punishment." 4 Once Kathryn realized that this was no longer a game of wills, Yvonne, while Kathryn lay across her lap, began to outline how things would work from now on. "You will be responsible for keeping your room clean and I will inspect it every day," Yvonne said. "You will treat me with respect as a parent when others are around," she added. "I am going to keep track of your behavior by marking down any failures on your part in this little book here. Any time you think about saying something to me or in front of others that is out of line, remember that I will mark it down and every week at this time, you will pay off your bad marks in this position. Do I make myself clear?" Kathryn whimpered, "Yes, Yvonne." Yvonne smiled at how well this was going and added, "While you are being punished, you will address me as 'Mother'." I will not make you use that at other times but I expect respect. You should understand that if you misbehave while others are present, I will not hesitate to have you lower your panties and spank you in front of them. I truly hope that will not be necessary." Yvonne now told Kathryn she could get up from her stepmother's lap and pull her panties up. "But," she added, "you will remove your bra and leave it off for the rest of the day so you remember this lesson." Kathryn let out a whining sound of complaint and Yvonne glared at her and asked her if she needed to be placed back across the lap for more spanking. Kathryn quietly said she would obey the order and unhooked and removed her bra, allowing her 34B breasts to move rather freely beneath her thin blouse. As she left the bedroom, Yvonne figured that this would keep her mind focused on following the new regime. The stepmother carefully bent the little cane only enough to fit in her handbag. She realized that it would be so useful having it available right there the next time Kathryn's behavior required its use. 5 The next Friday arrived before Yvonne had hardly become accustomed to Kathryn's generally good behavior and respectful attitude. Kathryn mentioned that she would be going out shortly as she had plans that included, Yvonne assumed, a date with one of her regular boyfriends. Yvonne took this moment to remind her stepdaughter that before she went out, they would have to complete the weekly review of Kathryn's behavior. Kathryn turned red and frowned, but quickly realized she had better maintain a good attitude; already, she began to worry that Yvonne might "ground" her if she got on her bad side. "Yes, Mother," Kathryn said, very deferentially, "might we go over that now, if you wish?" Yvonne smiled at the compliant tone and responded that she would be happy to do that and suggested that they go to her bedroom. Kathryn always felt nervous in that bedroom, since it only made her think of how her father was fucking this woman and the thought annoyed her a lot. Kathryn was intent on making sure that Yvonne knew nothing about Kathryn's rather active sex life—the stepdaughter did not like having to hear the ecstatic noises that emanated from this bedroom at wee hours of the night. When they arrived, Yvonne motioned to Kathryn to sit on a low chair near the dressing table. She rather ceremoniously reached into her handbag and withdrew the small red-leather book in which Kathryn's offenses were chronicled. She told Kathryn that she had written down two times when Kathryn had not been respectful, and that on two days, Kathryn had left her room in a mess. "And I'm afraid I have had to enter a very serious mark for when I found a pair of your panties on the floor and they seemed to be quite stained," Yvonne said, testily. Kathryn's face turned bright red and she was about to tell her stepmother in no uncertain terms that Kathryn's intimate habits were no business of Yvonne's, but she thought better of it, now that she saw Yvonne remove the trusty little cane from the handbag. "To remove the marks, I will give you ten strokes," Yvonne said, in an even tone. "Stand, lift your skirt and lower your panties," she directed. "Then bend across the stool for your caning." Although she complied, Kathryn realized that this woman was insinuating herself into places she really had no business going. The very idea of her inspecting Kathryn's panties to see if they were stained! But as Yvonne now administered the caning, applying crisp strokes directly across Kathryn's mature bottom, she also lectured her stepdaughter. "If I find any more stains in your panties, my dear, I shall have to supervise your wiping after you use the toilet," she said. Since the cane was punctuating each sentence, Kathryn thought better of complaining about this horridly intrusive regimen she was now being subjected to by her clearly extremely dominant stepmother. 6 It was now Saturday and Kathryn was getting ready for her big night out with her favourite boyfriend, Lyle. She dressed smart casual, of course, but made sure she was wearing her best pink lacy panties because she knew they would be coming down later that evening, but not for punishment purposes! Lyle arrived and was chatting with Dennis while waiting for Kathryn to come downstairs. Yvonne appeared and Dennis introduced her to Lyle as "my wife." Lyle did a double-take but silently congratulated Dennis on his exquisite taste in women. He smiled a broad smile at Yvonne and said he was delighted to meet her. "I guess this makes you Kathy's stepmom," Lyle suggested. "I suppose I've always thought of stepmothers as old and mean but you are...certainly neither of those," he rallied comfortably. "Well," Dennis chimed in, "I'm not sure my dear daughter agrees with you about that." Yvonne felt her face redden and Lyle stared blankly as Dennis blurted on, "I'm afraid Yvonne has had to lower your girlfriend's panties already because she has been misbehaving." "You mean she has...spanked Kathy?" Lyle asked incredulously just as the woman in question, Kathryn, appeared, and heard the last line. "Oh, no," she said with a quick retort, "they will stop at nothing, it seems, to humiliate me," she added. "Your father has merely been telling Lyle that it has been necessary to take steps to deal with your naughty behavior," Yvonne said with a crisp tone. "You bitch," Kathryn said, now losing control altogether, "I thought this was between us." "It was," Yvonne said, "but your father is perfectly entitled to say what he pleases. And you, on the other hand, have no right to speak that way to me." Now Kathryn grew frightened. She knew this woman was capable of causing her any kind of embarrassment. And as surely as punishment follows misbehavior, Yvonne crooked her finger and told Kathryn to stand in front of her and lift her skirt. The young stepmother confidently slipped her fingers into the waistband of Kathryn's daringly pretty pink panties and slowly drew them down below her knees. Yvonne sat herself on a side chair in the room and as she motioned to her disobedient stepdaughter to place herself across her grey-skirted lap, she began making the classic motion with her hand of spanking a naughty bottom... Both Lyle and Dennis watched, almost unable to admit to themselves what they were seeing occur, and anxious that neither Yvonne nor Kathryn noticed the huge tents in the fronts of their trousers. Yvonne proceeded to place her left hand over Kathryn's waist and used her strong right hand to administer a crisp spanking that left her stepdaughter's bottom cheeks quite rosy and even a bit red in places. "You may pull up your panties, Kathryn," she said, as if to complete this routine and smiled at Lyle and Dennis. "As you can see, Kathryn still needs some reminders about her behavior in front of others," Yvonne commented. Kathryn glanced at Lyle, furious at how much he clearly had enjoyed seeing her get spanked by her cool-looking young stepmother, and at Dennis, who clearly had abdicated his role as her father. "Lyle, if you don't mind, I think we had better be going now," she said. Lyle realized his girlfriend was burning up inside with anger so he cheerily rose, put on his coat, and in gentlemanly fashion, assisted Kathryn with her wrap. That done, he waved to Yvonne and Dennis as he escorted a demure but internally raging Kathryn to the front door. 7 Dennis gave Yvonne a look that meant he was ready to jump her bones. Yvonne grinned at him and said he clearly had enjoyed seeing his daughter's panties lowered and her bottom cheeks given such a crisp spanking. They stood, embraced, hugged, and then walked slowly to their bedroom, where Yvonne undressed her older husband and was amazed to see how incredibly turgid his member was when she zipped open his fly and helped him out of his underpants. "So you get turned on by seeing Kathryn get it on her naughty bottom, my dear?" she smiled. As Dennis slipped her panties down and buried his face in her luxuriant bush, licking away at her very wet quim, she heard a mumbled yes, but began bucking when his tongue teased her little clit to rise to the occasion. Then his hard member plunged into her wide-open wet cavern and the two of them fucked like they had never been together before. Yvonne couldn't believe how much more turned on Dennis seemed to be and she gloried in the sex that was firing her up right to the inner core. She felt her vaginal muscles responding and her whole body was moving into a glorious crescendo. Dennis too was holding himself back long enough to let his young wife enjoy a magnificent orgasm and finally as he felt her love tunnel grasp his cock and press it so hard way inside, he let go and exploded into the molten core of her body. All he could think about was his daughter's beautiful behind getting those spanks from his equally gorgeous wife. They stopped to breathe and looked at each other with deep love in each one's eyes. Yvonne grinned at her husband and asked him if he was interested in getting across her lap now. Dennis did a double-take but his cock once again rose to the stimulus his young wife was providing, especially as he watched her open her little handbag and extract the thin cane that was destined now to stripe his bottom. A Young Stepmother Takes Charge Ch. 02 --This story is a sequel and may be read on its own or after reading the first instalment.-- * Yvonne was feeling a great deal more confident now that she had definitively brought her 24-year-old stepdaughter Kathryn under her control. Kathryn had been defiant but had gradually been made to play by Yvonne's rules once it became clear that her daddy, Yvonne's husband Dennis, was not going to interfere with the rule of the house exercised by his very attractive 26-year-old wife. For a few weeks after Kathryn received her ignominious spanking on her bare bottom in front of her boyfriend, no less, the atmosphere in the home had been tense but calm. Kathryn again misconstrued Yvonne's allowing her to live without much interference as a sign of non-interest or even weakness. So after three weeks, Yvonne called her stepdaughter into her bedroom. Being in the bedroom where Kathryn often could hear Yvonne fucking her father made the lithe blonde Kathryn nervous. Yvonne preyed on that feeling once she observed Kathryn's unease. "We have not reviewed your behavior for a few weeks, Kathryn," Yvonne began, taking the offensive as always. "Oh, Yvonne," Kathryn replied, without thinking, "can't we dispense with this? I've shown you that you are in charge, haven't I?" "Kathryn," Yvonne answered, slowly, "as long as you live in this house, you will be subject to our rules. I have indeed felt your behavior has improved, but there remain matters to be discussed, and if necessary, acted upon." Kathryn grew nervous at hearing that last phrase, as she expected it would mean her bottom would be a target again for Yvonne's hand or, worse yet, the thin cane she kept in her handbag. "I think you will benefit from a panty inspection now," Yvonne announced, "so please lift your skirt and lower your panties now for me." Kathryn resented the humiliating order but had come far enough to realize the nasty consequences of failure to comply with Yvonne's humiliating instructions. So she did as she was told and the young stepmother peered into the crotch of Kathryn's stylish purple hicut panties. "As I said, Kathryn," Yvonne observed, "your behavior has improved but I'm sorry to say that there are stains in these panties. I have a feeling you have been engaged in some self-arousal, unless I'm very much mistaken." Kathryn cringed and her face reddened with shame. How could this woman so easily see through her? Wasn't it enough that she had to lower herself so in front of others? "Yes, Yvonne," Kathryn responded in a small voice. "I'm sorry but I couldn't help getting some relief since you told me I couldn't go out on a date during the week until my room was spotless." Yvonne smiled and said, "But you also know that I made it quite clear that you were not to engage in this kind of thing and certainly not to stain your panties as a tell-tale sign." Kathryn now was frightened because she knew this young woman had a core of steel and would stop at nothing to exercise her will and crush Kathryn's until-now indomitable spirit. "Mother," Kathryn said, using the title Yvonne required during punishment sessions, "I'm sorry for misbehaving and would appreciate your immediate correction so that I learn from my errors and do not repeat them." Yvonne smiled. This girl was coming along quite nicely and was learning to be a good little sub. "Very well, Kathryn," she said firmly. "Since you have confessed and requested punishment, I will oblige you. Keep your skirt well above your waist and your panties down and get across my lap," she directed, patting her lap quite noticeably. Kathryn felt like a small child when she crawled across her stepmother's narrow lap. But soon she began to cry and squeal and ask Yvonne to stop when the spanks began on her bare bottom cheeks. After completing a reasonable spanking, Yvonne told Kathryn to get up and lie across the bed on her tummy. This was when Kathryn was most afraid. She knew Yvonne would be retrieving her little thin cane from her handbag, where the young stepmother kept it handy for immediate use at all times. Yvonne now stood behind her, having reached into the handbag for the cane and withdrawn it and placed it across Kathryn's broad bottom cheeks. Soon Kathryn felt the cane drawn back and with a flick of Yvonne's svelte wrist, the rod snapped across her step-daughter's bottom and soon left two tramlines emerging in red as Kathryn cried out in pain. Yvonne then flicked the little cane twice quickly, administering two more strokes to a surprised Kathryn, who reacted more or less involuntarily to the surprising extra stroke by releasing just a tiny jet of pee from between her legs. But the ever-vigilant Yvonne saw the girl's tiny peehole open for the instant. "Kathryn, you have allowed yourself to release urine on my bed," Yvonne announced. "I couldn't help it, Mother!" the girl cried. "I think that last stroke coming so fast made it so I couldn't ....couldn't keep for letting a tiny bit of pee out." It clearly humiliated her to have to explain to this young stepmother why a woman of her 24 years had lost bladder control, if only for an instant. "Well," said Yvonne with some gravity, "I do think we shall have to correct this behavior of yours before it gets out of control altogether." With that fearful comment, she went into the closet and returned with an adult-sized diaper that she told Kathryn to move into diaper position on the bed so she could be placed inside it. "Oh no, Mother, please not a diaper," Kathryn pleaded. "I'll be humiliated before everyone!" "You will only need to be discreet about your dress," Yvonne answered, as she readied the shameful diaper to be placed between Kathryn's legs. First, she told Kathryn she would powder her so there would be no diaper rash, as Kathryn winced at the reference to the babyish problem to which Yvonne lightly referred. She sprinkled the talc between Kathryn's legs and rubbed it all over her mons and labia and down to her little anal rosebud. Kathryn began to respond to the stimulation. Now Yvonne started to tease Kathryn's rising little clit which became a large button as Yvonne just let her fingertips graze the very tip. Kathryn began to buck and could not keep for orgasming and thus releasing some juice into the diaper. "You will wear the diaper with your cum in it," Yvonne said with a slight note of disdain. "And if you need to make a doody, you will come and ask me to release you so I don't have to change a poo-filled diaper." Kathryn hated it when Yvonne used the d-word to refer to her feces. It made her feel like a small child, which was exactly what her stepmother intended. Now Yvonne pulled the diaper tight and taped the tapes. She brought out the final insult—a pair of plastic panties for Kathryn to wear on top of the ignominious diaper. Kathryn knew better than to protest and merely began to think of how she could keep from making a crinkling noise when she walked so that everyone would know she had a diaper and plastic panties on. Yvonne tapped her on the crotch of the diaper which meant she could get up and let her skirt down. She had moved her tactics of humiliation quite a bit ahead with respect to Kathryn, she decided. * Dennis returned home with a funny feeling. He walked into the house and saw Kathryn in the kitchen, looking glum. "What's the tragedy, kiddo?" he said in his usual pleasant way. "Don't ask, Daddy," his blonde daughter responded with a sigh. "I'm being punished by you know who." Dennis secretly delighted to hearing from Yvonne about how Kathryn was being punished. But he figured he'd let his daughter tell him this time. "So what's happened this time?" he asked, with a show of concern. "It's too awful to discuss, Daddy," Kathryn said sadly, "but just understand that I'm being made to wear a diaper and plastic panties. It's so horrid because they crinkle when I walk. How can I go on a date or anything?" "Well, maybe you need to behave better, sweetie," Dennis told her, holding back a smile for now. "Easy for you to say," Kathryn answered sarcastically, and Dennis figured he'd better go see his wife and find out what this was all about. When he entered their bedroom, he saw Yvonne resting on the bed, reading the newspaper. "Hi, darling," he said calmly, "I gather Kathryn's gotten herself into trouble with you again? She looked mighty glum when I came in." "I hope she didn't bother you," Yvonne answered sharply. "I won't put up with her complaining to Daddy every time she is disciplined." "Sure, dear," Dennis said, "but what was it this time?" "Well," Yvonne began, "I inspected her and found she had been arousing herself and stained her panties, so she is wearing a diaper and plastic panties to teach her to behave." "That sounds quite severe, my dear," Dennis went on, "and don't you think you might ease up on her a little?" Yvonne looked like she might lose her cool and either fly off the handle—instantly she realized that would not be useful—or cry. She looked seriously at Dennis and said, "I thought you were going to leave this to me. If you wish to assume responsibility for her, like before, that will be your decision to make." "Oh no," Dennis replied, "I just was making a suggestion." "It wasn't one that I was happy to hear," Yvonne said, "and I think you should make that up to me, darling." "And what do you have in mind?" Dennis grinned, as he began to disrobe in anticipation of some bedroom play. Yvonne hesitated but then rather primly and directly told him what she had in mind: "Dennis, I think you yourself need a bit of discipline to reinforce your attitude. You seem to be questioning me and I don't like it at all." "Do you mean, Yvonne, that you want...to spank me?" he asked. "That is exactly what I mean," Yvonne responded, pleased that he came round so quickly to see where she was headed. Dennis thought for a moment and realized he needed to do something for Yvonne and frankly, he had been wondering what it might be like to be on the receiving end for some discipline from his steely-cored wife. "If you think I deserve it, darling," he said, "just tell me what to do and I'm yours." Yvonne got up, walked to him, hugged him and kissed him on the lips. "Now drop those trousers, young man," she ordered, in her best school-teacher voice. Dennis complied as he stood before his diminutive wife in his boxers. Yvonne put her thumbs in the waistband and slowly pulled the boxer shorts down to his knees. She noticed that the cock she so desired was now hard and pointed right at her. She seated herself on her favorite armless "spanking" chair and patted her lap for him to lie across it. Dennis complied and Yvonne was running her nails across his white bottom cheeks. Then she put on her spanking glove and began applying hard spanks to his bottom. It wasn't long before her husband began to cry out because, yes, it hurt. "Now just to make sure you remember this occasion, darling," Yvonne said as a distraught Dennis remained in the humbling position over her lap, "I think you will need a few strokes from my cane to drive the lesson home." This was becoming more than Dennis had anticipated but the burly sales executive slowly lifted himself from his petite wife's lap and bent across the bed as if he had been in this stance before. "That's very good, dear," Yvonne said to encourage him in his subservience to her. "Now I hope you'll take these quietly. You wouldn't want Kathryn to hear her dad shouting out during his disciplining." Yvonne drew her thin cane from her handbag and stood behind Dennis, staring at his somewhat reddened cheeks. After laying the cane across the broadest part of his bottom, she drew it back and flicked it with his wrist so it snapped across the target. She marveled at how something so quiet—a little "thwip" was the only sound—could inflict such stinging pain. Dennis somehow kept from shouting out. That little cane had to be the nastiest implement of punishment he had ever experienced. Then he felt the next stroke as Yvonne flicked her wrist a second time. He pursed his lips but was not a happy camper. Yvonne delivered a third stinging stroke and Dennis began to jump out of position when she patted him on the back and said, "There, there, darling. It's all over now." She had locked the door to make sure there was no intrusion and now she unzipped her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. Standing before Dennis, whose boxer shorts were still at his ankles, she grinned at him and asked if he wanted to unhook her bra. Dennis roused himself from lingering pain in his bottom and unhooked Yvonne's diminutive bra—she was probably not bigger than a 32, he figured, but her B cup gave her nice-sized tits for him to enjoy. Then without being asked, he put his thumbs in her matching lilac-colored panties and slipped them down and off her legs. Yvonne sat down on the bed and pushed back so she was leaning on the headboard with her legs spread and her dark pubic hair glistening with her excitement. Dennis took off his tee and let the boxers drop off his ankles and climbed on the bed between Yvonne's spread legs and nuzzled his face right between them so he could begin licking the plenteous juice that was emanating from her hidden slit. As his tongue carefully laved her labia and teased the tip of her rising clit, Yvonne began to move her hips and when she had her quick first cum, squirted some of her juices right into Dennis's open mouth. She tapped him and he understood that it was time for what both had been yearning: he moved up and slowly slid his nicely turgid tool right into her velvety vaginal opening. Both of them had never enjoyed such uncomplicated but exciting intercourse before. They reveled in the pleasure they were gaining from the plain old vanilla routine that somehow had never seemed so delightful when essayed with their prior partners. * Kathryn was now unhappily sitting in her bedroom, wondering when Yvonne would release her from the horrible torture of the diaper and plastic panties. She was further annoyed by her realizing that her detested stepmother was clearly now fucking her brains out with Kathryn's dad, right in the house where she was, oblivious to whether she cared. She heard the doorbell ring and managed to get to it quickly, hoping that her father and stepmother were so ensconced with each other that they would not have heard it ring. She got there, her face red with her haste, and there stood her favorite boyfriend, Lyle. "Oh sweetie," she said, "do come in but quickly, please." She explained to him that she was not in a good mood and even went on to describe the humiliating punishment her stepmother had ordained for her. Lyle resisted the urge to offer to change his girlfriend's diaper, but he was concerned. "I think that has gone too far," he responded after hearing her tearful account. "If you don't go to them right now and tell them this has to stop, I will." Kathryn was worried about what Yvonne might do if she were disturbed in flagrante. But she was ready to try something, anything to end this torment. She rose, asked Lyle to wait downstairs, and walked up to the closed door of her father's bedroom. That's how she still thought of it. She rapped on the door several times, so that she could not be ignored. Finally, Dennis, in a robe, came to the door. "I'm sorry to bother both of you, Dad," she said, "but I must speak to Mother now. My boyfriend stopped by and I'd like to accompany him out. But I cannot walk around with the diaper and plastic panties on. I just think that this all has to have some limits to my being hurt." Dennis took pity on his daughter, whom he did love. He told her to wait outside and he would be back in a few minutes. Then he closed the door. He saw an angry Yvonne waiting for him. "I told you she'd be running to Daddy," she said calmly to her husband. "I agreed with you then and I do now, Yvonne," he said, equally calm. "But I do think you need to recognize that she is a grown woman and there have to be some limits or consideration given to her." Yvonne realized that it probably was time to call a truce. She smiled at Dennis and told him that she would be willing to allow Kathryn to discard the diaper and plastic panties. But, she added, "I do feel she should report to me later for some disciplining." Dennis was also ready to settle. "Fine, Yvonne," he answered slowly. "I will tell her she can get rid of wearing that stuff but that she had some punishment coming and must report to you later to receive it...and I'm going to give her until tomorrow." A trace of annoyance passed across Yvonne's pretty face but she smiled and said to her husband that he could go ahead with his decision with her full agreement. He turned and gave her a huge kiss, to which her tongue responded when his pushed into her mouth. "And I think there's more we want to do here after she goes out," Dennis grinned. * When Dennis emerged with a smile, Kathryn was already pleased she had done what Lyle had inspired her to do. She passed up the urge to blame Dennis for what had been happening and just waited to hear what he would say. His answer satisfied her. "Darling," Dennis said, "you may take those things off and wear regular clothing for your date. But you will have to report to your stepmother when you get back, by tomorrow anyway, and take what's coming to you. P.S. I think she realizes she was being a bit hard on you." Kathryn knew how to deal with her father. "Thanks, Dad," she responded brightly, kissing him on his lips and smelling Yvonne's lipstick there, "you're an ace. I really do love you." With that, she swept out of the doorway and down the stairs, right out the door into Lyle's waiting Alfa Spider. Once they enjoy dinner and a movie, Lyle suggested returning to his commodious apartment and it didn't take them both long to shed their clothes and crawl into his cozy but expansive bed. Kathryn had some energy to get out of her system. She placed herself sitting on Lyle, her legs athwart his frame and pitched so that her trimmed blonde pubic curls were just out of reach of his tongue when he lifted his head. She moved more closely, poised on his hairy chest and welcomed his oral attentions. Lyle loved the taste of Kathryn's pussy and lapped away, taking with him from her much of her ongoing frustrations that came from having to share her home with her new young stepmother. After he brought her to a rousing climax with his tongue, Lyle suggested they move on to some plain old-fashioned fucking, although he would not bring himself to use that word, even though he was far from prissy. "Let's do it, Kathy," he said with a smile, "and put all that crap behind you and us." Kathryn smiled because she was beginning to come out of her funk. She moved down so she could place his nice more-than-ample cock right into her roiling hotbox. She remained on top and that did not bother the confident young man who was filling her vaginal vault. He loved it when she took charge and pressed those inner muscles into service. After they finished with a roaring finale, with Kathryn rocking herself on his prong as he exploded deep in her depths, they lay next to one another, enjoying the rare afterglow. "I have to get out of there, Lyle," Kathryn finally muttered, in a low tone. "I think I'll crack up if I don't, or kill her. I mean it, sweetie." Lyle was imperturbable. He had gotten a quiet frisson from seeing how a young woman like Yvonne could take advantage of her situation and dominate even a spirited girl, heck, woman, like Kathryn who was barely two years her junior. This gave him the opening he wanted, though. "Kathy," he began, using the nickname that only he used with her, "I want to take you away from that. Once you leave, you'll be surprised at how things will change. Even with her. You'll see." A Young Stepmother Takes Charge Ch. 02 "What are you talking about?" Kathryn asked, in honesty as she was confused by the various themes he had combined in one burst. "Let me make it real simple," Lyle said, smiling and showing off a wonderful set of teeth in the bargain, "Kathy, would you do me the greatest favor in the world and marry me? And we'll do it as soon as possible. I suspect Dennis will be happy for you and for himself and especially since I can easily get my aunt to spring for most of the reception." Kathryn thought for an instant about how she had planned to get her own place, but this seemed far more promising. She did love Lyle, although like many young women of our age, she had not thought about marriage any time soon. She leaned into his shoulder, turned her lovely face toward him, smiled her own widest smile, and said merely, "I do, Lyle." He took her in his arms, hugged her tightly, and said, "This may have been agreed to in haste, but it's the best thing that could have happened to both of us. And you will hate the idea of admitting that Yvonne had a role in it." Kathryn grimaced for a moment but then grinned at what she would say when she went to see her stepmother the next day. * Fortunately, Kathryn was able to find Dennis first when she got up the next morning. She told him of the wonderful news and he kissed her deeply. "Darling," he said, "he's great for you and I'm sure you are for him. I couldn't be happier." And he left it at that. Soon, Yvonne heard a knock on her bedroom door. She opened it and saw a smiling Kathryn. "Mother," Kathryn said very plainly, "I'm here reporting to you as directed." Yvonne motioned to her to come in and sat on the bed. "You've had a chance to enjoy yourself," she said calmly, "but now, you will have to pay the price for your bad behavior the other day." Kathryn did not smile or change her tone. "I recognize that, Mother," she responded. "I'm prepared to take my medicine." Yvonne was somewhat surprised at the cooperative attitude Kathryn was showing. In response, she softened her own demeanor. "Very well, then," Yvonne answered. "Please lift your skirt and lower your panties for your inspection." Normally Kathryn detested this embarrassing process of exposing her intimate regions, much less the crotch of her undies, to her insinuating stepmother. But realizing this would all end quite soon, she grinned and bore it. Yvonne peered into the crotch of her stepdaughter's skimpy black panties and saw that they were clean. She poked her finger into the girl's blonde curls and saw that there was nothing untoward there, either, despite her sure knowledge that Kathryn had been fucking her boyfriend the night before. Finally, she made Kathryn turn round and hold her bottom cheeks apart. Yvonne put a dab of vaseline on her index finger and slowly inserted it into Kathryn's dainty anal rosette. She withdrew it and it emerged clean. "You obviously are doing a fine job keeping yourself tidy," she stated to Kathryn. "As a result, I will only give you a simple spanking today." She sat herself on her armless spanking chair and patted her lap to Kathryn, who immediately assumed the humiliating over the lap position. Yvonne began spanking lightly on alternate cheeks until her stepdaughter's rump turned dark red. She then said that the punishment was over and Kathryn was free to recover her panties and go. Kathryn resisted the temptation to tell Yvonne what would happen very soon to relieve her of the oversight responsibility that her stepmother had assumed. * Yvonne had retained her composure later that day when Dennis broached the news to her that Kathryn had become engaged and would be married shortly to Lyle, who came from a fine family. The two had been going out ever since meeting in college so no one was wildly surprised when the engagement was announced. Now Yvonne understood why Kathryn had been so cool in coming to her for discipline. She realized that with Kathryn gone from the house, there would be no one to dominate, since she could only go so far with her husband, as much as she wanted to assert herself in that domain. As much as she enjoyed having some discipline as part of her sexual activity, she really didn't enjoy dominating men half as much as women. Kathryn returned to the house quite late that evening, but Yvonne was waiting for her downstairs, watching some late night television while she sat there. "You seem to have forgotten that as long as you are living here," Yvonne said with emphasis, "you will adhere to the rules, including getting home at a reasonable time." Kathryn was taken aback, as she had assumed Yvonne would ease up now that her period of domination would soon end. She also realized, too late, that she had been very imprudent in not using the ladies room at the club she and Lyle had been frequenting after spending most of the day in bed together. "I'm sorry, Mother," she said respectfully, "but I guess time got away from me. I also thought that you would give me some leeway now that I'm soon to be married and leaving here." "I have been hoping that your behavior would continue to improve," Yvonne responded. "I realize that soon this will no longer be my responsibility. But because you have misbehaved again, I will require that you stay home tomorrow and wear your punishment costume." That costume, which Yvonne had introduced for Kathryn to wear when being disciplined, consisted of a tight pair of little girl panties, a small white training bra that Kathryn could barely hook, a horribly short skirt, cute Peter Pan-collared white blouse, and maryjanes with buckle shoes. Kathryn grimaced at the wounding words of Yvonne's sentence. "You really are a heartless bitch," she snapped. Yvonne told her that for that she would be spanked right now. She harshly ordered Kathryn to lift her skirt and get across her lap that instant and Kathryn was actually frightened by the severity of Yvonne's tone, so she complied. Once across Yvonne's lap, the young stepmother began to spank, harder than she had spanked her husband. Kathryn began letting out small cries and finally, Yvonne asked her what was wrong. "Mother," she said in a plaintive voice, "I'm sorry but I need to go, badly, to pee." "You know that bathroom visits are not permitted during punishment," Yvonne replied crisply. "Can you punish me for it then?" Kathryn pleaded, "but just let me go, please." Yvonne reached for a large glass bowl, told Kathryn to squat over it, and watched her humiliated stepdaughter release a powerful jet of urine into the bowl, foaming as it filled it. Kathryn was now quite fearful of what she had agreed to take. She knew Yvonne's mind could conceive of the most diabolical punishments. Yvonne told her to remain over the bowl but to move herself further above it, still squatting. "You will keep your legs well apart," she ordered, as she placed the pee-filled bowl on the sideboard. Then she walked behind Kathryn and took a small martinet from her handbag. "You're not going to cane me down there, are you?" Kathryn whimpered. "No, dear," Yvonne said, as she showed the girl the selected implement. "But you will feel this, I can assure you." She stepped behind Kathryn and positioned herself. If she did not get many more chances at putting paid to her stepdaughter's poor behavior, she would make the most of each one. With that, she flicked the martinet between Kathryn's spread legs and snapped it between them so the leather tails struck her on her labia and probably one or two even grazed the tip of her risen clit. Kathryn shrieked from the stroke, making Yvonne all the more pleased she had hit pay dirt. She flicked the martinet again and this time the tails struck in the anal cleft right on the opening and again Kathryn shrieked. Finally, she decided to go for broke. "You will reach down and hold yourself open," she ordered and a shocked Kathryn knew she had no choice but to obey the sadistic command. Then Yvonne coolly stood behind her stepdaughter, held the martinet behind Kathryn's bottom and snapped it nicely right down the middle and judging from the resulting scream, put the stinging tails directly between her spread labia and squarely hit her clit. "You may recover your clothing and go to bed," Yvonne declared as a shaken Kathryn pulled up her little panties and contemplated the near as well as distant future.