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The Brat

By: Tattletale



"OH, MY GOD! THAT'S IT, DADDY! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK! HARDER! FASTER! HUH..HUH..HUH..HUH..I'M CUMMING!"

My beautiful daughter squirmed and bucked beneath me as her body was racked by one orgasm after another, each one seemingly stronger than the one before. I winced and gasped as she raked her claws across the cheeks of my ass. She locked her legs around mine and thrust her belly up against me with bruising force. Pinning her down was like trying to subdue a wild animal. The Kegel spasms in the walls of her pussy brought me to the brink of orgasm. My conscience urged me to at least pull my cock out when I came, but I ignored it and pumped a dozen jets of hot semen against her cervix.

We lay side-by-side gasping for air. Common sense told me to get out of that bedroom and never again succumb to the temptation to fuck my beautiful daughter, but I was unable to move. I had just had the best fuck of my life from my bratty daughter, and I wanted to savor it for a bit longer. I dozed off and dreamt about the old days, the not so good old days.

I blame my ex-wife Barbara for the way our daughter Caroline turned out. Whenever I tried to discipline the girl, Barbara intervened and usually lifted the punishment. Consequently, Caroline always got her way. I never spanked her because I didn't believe in that form of punishment. Instead, I usually grounded her or took away some of her privileges. The rebellious girl would then turn to her mother and get a reprieve.

There was so much friction between my wife and I over how to rear our child that it isn't surprising that the marriage ended in divorce. It's also not surprising that Caroline chose to live with her doting mother. Caroline graduated from high school and went on to college. By then she had become so unmanageable that her mother wanted nothing more to do with her. After her first year of college, Caroline came to spend the summer with me. I wasn't happy about it, but, after all, she was my daughter.

I was pleased to discover that my pretty daughter had blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. Her angelic face was framed by short, curly blond hair. She had superb tits that she showed off by wearing anything with a plunging neckline. She displayed so much of her slightly-rounded belly that she was just an inch shy of indecent exposure. Her mouth-watering torso was supported by long, sleek legs. She had all the tools she needed to achieve her goal of becoming a fashion model. When she practiced the long, bone-jarring, runway strides, all of her goodies jiggled.

Although Caroline looked like an angel, she behaved more like a demon. She brazenly ignored my house rules and made her own. You are probably wondering why I didn't just kick her out. I did love her in spite of everything, and her beauty somewhat compensated for her behavior. I began to have indecent thoughts about her. Perhaps she sensed what I was thinking and added fuel to the fire. She walked around the house in next to nothing. She sat across the table from me one morning and ate a bowl of cereal with her bare tits swaying in front of her. I became so aroused that I had to go to my bathroom and jack off before leaving for work.

I eventually decided that I might as well let her do as she pleased. She was bound to do it anyway. I let most of her transgressions pass, but then she did something that could not be overlooked. She had her own little car, nothing fancy but it was in good condition and provided her with reliable transportation. I did not allow her under any circumstances to drive my expensive imported car. I rarely drove it myself. While I was at work, she found my extra set of keys and took her pals for a spin in my pride and joy. She probably would have gotten away with it if she hadn't smashed a fender. When I saw that, I really flew off the handle.

"I should have done this a long time ago, young lady," I said, as I wrestled her across my lap. I flipped up her too-short skirt to reveal her bare ass. It was the first time I had seen her ass since she had become a woman. It was a beauty! The golden globes were perfect twins. It seemed a shame to mar such beauty, but she had to be punished.

"No panties, eh? Well, good. It will sting even more." Then I laid one on her. The flesh quivered like Jello as my hand came down with all of the strength I could muster. She yelped and tried to escape. She struggled to break free but her strength was no match for mine. I wrapped my leg around hers to pin them and pressed my forearm down on her back. Then I gave it to her good and hard. "WHAP..WHAP..WHAP!" She howled, cursed and struggled to free herself.

I had probably laid on twenty or so brisk strokes when I became aware that she was no longer struggling. She was even lifting her beet-red ass to meet the blows. Then I became aware of my hard-on pressing against her belly. I gave her a dozen more good swats, and each time one landed, she let out a soft moan. The spanking ended when the tingle in my hand became unbearable.

"Oh, Daddy. I think you enjoyed this just as much as I did." She ground her belly down against my throbbing cock. "Daddy, I want you to fuck me right now. Hurry and do it while my ass is still on fire." She ran to her bedroom with me only seconds behind her. She pulled her dress off and admired her inflamed ass in the mirror before flopping down on the bed. As I stripped off my clothes, I tried not to think about what I was going to do. My lust had overcome my reasoning ability.

I slipped between her legs and lapped at her beautiful little pussy. The only hair was a thin strip running up her slit. I combed it with my tongue. "No, Daddy. Give me your big cock. You can eat my pussy later." I mounted her and brought my hairy chest down on her perfect tits. Any doubt about the true effect the spanking had on her disappeared as my cock sank into her slick pussy. I had never had such a tight cunt around my cock. It gripped me like a slippery fist. She responded as soon as I began pumping my cock in and out. All of the filthy things she said only inflamed my lust. That brings me back to the beginning of my story.

I awoke to see Caroline's head bobbing on my half-hard cock. Her warm mouth was as slick as her pussy had been. There was no doubt in my mind that she had had plenty of experience. She knew that the secret to a great blow job is a very wet mouth and plenty of variety. Every suck was a little different from the last one.

"Oh, you finally woke up, did you? In that case, you can lick my pussy now." She mounted me sixty-nine style and lowered her pussy to my mouth. When my semen spilled out onto my tongue, I was surprised to discover that it had virtually no taste. I wriggled my tongue up into her and scooped out most of my seed. I attacked her clit with the tip of my tongue and got an immediate response. She ground down against me to encourage me. Within a few minutes, her chest and belly began to heave. Hot air bursting from her nostrils warmed my balls. Her moans grew louder and I used them as a guide to what pleased her. Running the tip of my tongue in small circles around her clit brought out the strongest moans. She came so hard that she released a bit of salty pee into my mouth. A moment or two later, I grabbed a handful of her curly hair and roughly shoved her head up and down on my cock. My ex-wife had never allowed me to cum in her mouth, so it had been years since I had had the pleasure. My ecstasy was so intense that I heard bells and saw stars.

"I'll never be a bad girl again, Daddy, as long as you promise to give me lots of fucking. Nobody ever fucked me the way you just did. If I had known you were such a good fucker, I would have had you a long time ago."

Caroline was good to her word, and I was to mine. I promised to give her lots of fucking, and I have. She now looks and acts like an angel. All those years as a brat and all she needed was a good spanking and fucking.

The Brat



8:10 Wednesday Evening

Enjoying my morning coffee, I hear her off-key singing as she comes down the stairs. With the slapping sound of her bare feet landing on the hard floors, I look over my newspaper and see her dance to music I can't hear. 

She makes her way into the kitchen, pours herself a glass of orange-juice and makes herself some toast.

"You came in late last night." 

"Uh."

"Take those damn things off!"

She makes a face at me. "What?"

"I said...take those damn things off!"

"What?" as she removes the headphones.

"I said, take those damn things off! It is really annoying that you use your iPod when you are walking around the house. Just turn on the stereo."

"Whatever."

I glare at her. 

"Um, sorry."

"You came home late last night."

"I was out with Monique." 

"I want you home early this evening."

"I have plans." Between bites of toast and slips of juice.

"Cancel 'em. You have been out late too much lately. You need to concentrate on your studies and you need your rest."

"But, I can't..."

"You had best be here when I get home."

"Jeezus." She whines. 

"Don't roll your eyes at me, young lady. Is your homework done?"

"Yes," she replies in a snotty tone.

"You need to hurry up and get ready. That college is costing good money; I don't want you late."

"Ok, Ok"

"I have to get to the office."

"I need forty dollars" she yells as she runs up the stairs.

"What for?" My enquiry falls short as she shuts the door to the bathroom.

Leaving two twenty-dollar bills on the entry table, I grab my jacket and bag and head out the door.

7:45 Wednesday Evening

"Hello?" as I walk through the door. 

Silence. Putting down my jacket and bag, I notice all the lights are on in the house. 

"Hello!" 

Again, no answer.

I head upstairs to take a shower. As I pull off my pants, my cell phone rings, alerting me to an inbound text message from her. I retrieve the message. "with monique home later." 

"God damn brat." I say to myself.

I call her cell. She doesn't answer and it goes to voice mail.

"Hi, I got your text message. This morning I made it clear that you should be home this evening. I suggest that you head home now!"

I then text message her.

"u should b home"

I expressly told her to be home, she has blatantly disobeyed me and I am now pissed. But I know her, I am pretty certain where she will be around 10:30 this evening.

While showering, my thoughts are of her. Why does she do this? I try to provide an environment that is supportive, secure, and safe and give her the opportunities she deserves. Sometimes, I wonder if I make it too easy for her. Maybe she does not appreciate or respect me. Or as all young people do, is she just testing her limits.

As I prepare dinner, I wait for her call that never arrives. Communication is something that is important to me, of which she is well aware. It is a rare instance in which someone doesn't know what is going on in my mind. If anything, I may communicate too much. Sometimes I make mistakes, perhaps reacting quickly when staying back a bit may be the better course. Nevertheless, you would be hard-pressed to call me passive/aggressive.

It is 10:00 o'clock and I still have not heard from her. By now she should be at a club on 4th St. This is the most likely place to find her on a Wednesday evening. I pull on my boots, grab a jacket and head down to the garage. I start up the truck and exit the garage for the 10-minute drive to the club.

When I arrive at the club, outside there is a line people waiting to get in. There is no parking near the club; therefore, I need to double-park the truck. I turn on the flashers, get out of the truck and set the alarm.

Walking up to the bouncer guarding the entrance, I remove my driver's license from my wallet.

"You need to wait in line with everyone else." The bouncer says as I approach.

"Listen. My underage daughter is in there and I am going in to retrieve her. Here is my driver's license. I will be right out."

"I can't let you in."

"Listen, You let me in or I am going to call the police and Alcohol Enforcement and inform them that you have minors in your establishment."

"Ok, hurry up." He takes my license from me. 

People in line complain about me getting in ahead of them.

I walk into the club. It is dark and very Goth. Nine Inch Nails - "Hand That Feeds" is playing over the speakers. The club is filled with three groups of people: pure Goth, the fetish crowd and vanilla metro-sexual 20 something males. The latter group, clad In their khakis and moussed hair stand out like I would at church. They come here to watch the S/M scenes, see the fetish chicks and maybe get their asses smacked by some Domme.

I scan the crowd looking for her or for Monique. I see Monique across the room near the bar. I know that the brat is not far away. Around Monique is a small crowd of vanilla boys, all vying for her attention. Out the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of her walking from the women's room. 

No matter how she dresses, sluttily, fetishy, or classy, she is always beautiful. I remember the first time I saw her and how at that moment she became my definition of beauty. Sometimes, in a moment, everything changes.

She is wearing a dark red corset, black rubber pants and high heels and her hair is in a ponytail. She reaches the crowd of boys, Monique hands her a drink. I hang back for a bit to see what she does. She is just standing there sipping her drink and chatting with the boys.

I have always enjoyed watching her interact with people; to see her in a crowd at a club or party. She can hold court if she desires. I sometimes wonder who she really is: the bratty girl I see at home or the self-assured woman I see now? The truth? She is both.

Standing there, I almost get lost just watching her. One of the boys reaches over and touches her arm. Even from this distance, I can tell she is not happy with his touch as she recoils from him.

"Fuck that," I say to myself and I begin to make my way to her.

Weaving my way across the dance floor of spinning, death-faced dancers, I come up behind her. Monique sees me and her eyes grow large as I approach. I step between her and the boy that touched her and grabbing the brat by the shoulder, I spin her around. She appears extremely startled.

The boy that touched her steps into my space and speaks up. 

"Hey old man, she is with me."

"No I am not. I just met him here," she quickly speaks up in disdain.

Looking at her intensely, I can tell that I have made her squirm.

"I swear I just met him."

"She did," Monique concurs.

Taking her drink from her and handing it to Monique, I step forward, backing the brat up against the wall with my face right in hers. With heels, she is only a couple of inches shorter than I. However, I still tower over her.

"Where are you supposed to be?"

"I texted you that I was going out with Monique."

"Wrong answer."

"I..." she tries again.

"Wrong answer. This morning where did I tell you to be this evening when I got home?"

"Home ...but ..."

"No buts. And I left a text message and voice mail reminding you where you were supposed to be."

"I guess, I couldn't hear my phone."

"Give me your phone."

"Why."

"Just give me your phone."

She reaches into her bag and hands me her phone. I scroll through her messages. She has retrieved both the voice mail and the text message.

"So you have no excuse for not being home except that you are a spoiled fucking brat."

"But..."

Again the boy speaks up: "Dude, ah, 'scuse me, but do you own her?"

"Yes. I do, actually. We are leaving. Monique do you have cab fare?"

"Yeah."

I reach up and grab the brat by the ear lobe. This will put her in her place. If I had grabbed her by the hair or something more menacing, it would simply have aroused both her and the crowd.

"Fuck, that hurts!" she squeals.

I begin walking her across the dance floor when one of the boys grabs my arm.

"Dude, that is not cool."

"Unless you want to learn how to pick up bloody teeth, I suggest you get your fucking hands off me."

He lets go of me and I continue pulling her across the dance floor by the ear. In the rubber pants, she needs to shuffle to keep up with me and the heels don't help.

As we exit the club and pass the bouncer, he hands me back my license.

"Hey, she isn't underage," he states.

"Yeah and she's not my daughter either."

"Jeezus, I can't believe you are embarrassing me like this."

"And I can't believe you completely disregarded my request."

I disarm the truck alarm, open the passenger's door and push her in, shutting the door on her. As I get in the truck, she calls me an asshole. We drive off down 4th street. 

"Can I have my phone back?"

"No. You can go without it for a week."

"I can't. My calendar is on there," she whines.

"I will give you a pen and paper and you can write out your calendar."

"I can't believe what an ass you are being."

"Stop while you are ahead," I warned her.

"You treat me like child."

"Act like child and you will be treated like one."

"Fuck you."

With her words, I turn left on to 16th street and go beyond were the road ends and into a vacant lot. It is on the bay, dark and desolate. She looks over at me and realizes she has gone too far. Grabbing her by the hair, I slap her across the face. 

The slap brings a glazed calm to her. Her response is similar as when you pick up a pissed-off cat by the scruff of the neck, how they suddenly become still and quiet.

"Don't ever talk to me that way again."

I reach into the storage box under the backseat and pull out a cock gag. I keep a few items on hand as one never knows when they may be needed. She struggles with me as I force it into her mouth and buckle it around her head. She is now more pissed then before. Again, I slap her.

Getting out of the truck, I walk around to the passenger side and open the door. There is always rope in the truck. It comes in handy. Binding her hand behind her back, I force her out of the truck and push her stomach down onto the passenger seat. With the excess rope, I pull her arms up and secure them to the grab bar above the door. Slapping her again, she begins to cry and gag a bit on the rubber cock in her mouth. 

Rubber pants are among the most difficult articles of clothing to put on and get off. However, I am able to peel them down around her hips and just above her knees, revealing her bare ass. Because they are skintight, the pants alone serve to bind her knees together. 

"You will never forget this mistake."

I pull my belt from my pants, fold it over and begin beating her ass with it. With each blow she writhes. I am not even counting tonight. I deliver several strikes and then I feel her ass to see how hot or welted it has become. After ten minutes of beating her ass, I grab her cunt. It is soaking wet. This just makes my cock hard.

Using my belt, I make a noose and put it over her head and around her throat. With a stray piece of rope, I secure her ponytail to her bound hands. Sliding my fingers into her, I begin to fuck her with my fingers. Her arms are strained by my thrusting fingers and as she moves her head, she pulls her own hair. I can hear her muffled moans against the rubber cock.

Unbuttoning my pants, I pull my hard cock out and push it into her. With her legs bound by her rubber pants, her cunt is extra tight. With each stroke, I can feel her open up to me. I hold onto the belt and give it a tug while I fuck her. Not enough to choke her, she would like that, just enough to let her know I could if I wanted to. With each thrust of my cock, the rope pulls her arms and again her hair is pulled.

"Don't fuckin' come. If you do, you will spend the next week home with the exception of going to class."

I continue raping her cunt and then I feel it. She holds her breath, her body goes rigid, and I feel her cunt convulse around my cock. 

"I told you not to fuckin' come."

Pulling my cock from her cunt, I rub spit on her asshole then thrust into her. With just the juice from her cunt and my spit for lube, she bucks at the violent entry. Within two stokes I unload my cum in her ass. I roll off her, resting for a moment against the truck, I pull up my pants and button them. Removing the belt from her neck, I slide it back through the belt loops of my pants and buckle it.

She is still hanging there by the rope. The encounter has left her limp. Releasing her hair from the rope, I untie her arms from the grab bar. With her arms bound behind her back, I turn her to face me. Tears smear her makeup as she cries. I unbuckle the gag and remove it from her. 

"Why does it have to be this way?" She sobs. 

"What way?" 

"That we end up angry and short with each other."

"Well, you don't take responsibility for things. Like being home when I tell you or doing your homework. It is as if you want me mad."

"I try. But, I'm scared of standing still."

I reach around her and release her wrist from the ropes. She leans back onto the seat and begins to cry.

"What is there to be scared of?" I ask.

"I might miss something."

"You might. And as you're doing something, you will miss something else. You can't do it all."

"I know. Just stick with me. I need you."

"I will." And I pull her close.

"It's is not like I am perfect. You have stuck with me through my mistakes."

"Yeah." She gasps a breath and snuffles.

"We are strange pair."



The Brat



"Why won't you just admit that I'm right and you are wrong?"

What could I say to that? When she turns into a brat, there's just no sense in arguing, because no amount of logic can possibly penetrate the pride. Of course, I'm exactly the same way. I simply glared at her and stood tall. That's when I caught the hint of a wicked grin at the corner of her lips.

"Because," she continued, "There is no way that you are right about this. I'm right and you are wrong."

She took a step closer to me.

"You are being a brat," I said.

She giggled and took another step. We were less than a yard apart.

"That's got nothing to do with anything. I'm still right!" That wicked grin exploded across her face and I was hooked. My heart started pounding and my mouth went wet. I really love her when she's a brat.

"Au contraire," I said, raising one eyebrow. "That's got everything to do with it, because there's no way someone who was right would resort to being a brat. Therefore, because you are acting like a spoiled little girl, you are most definitely in the wrong and I am right."

"Noth-ing to do with it!" She repeated. Then she stuck her tongue out at me. 

"Oh yeah?" My argument had been so good a second ago, now all I had left was fourth grade? Look what this woman does to me!

She didn't even answer. She just shook her hips. That's when I broke.

"Come here," I said, and I grabbed her by both wrists. "Let's go to the bedroom and sort this out."

"Oh no you don't," she said, but she didn't resist while I tugged her toward the stairs and led her down to the bedroom. I took her in my arms and kissed her behind the ear. She squealed and tried to squirm away, but I held her firm. I gave her earlobe a nibble and felt her knees buckle and her breath catch.

"Stop it!" she called out, between gasps. I let go of her ear.

"Stop it? Is that because you know I'm right?"

"No!"

She sounded defiant, but her grin was pure lust.

"Are you looking for a spanking? Is that it? Because you are acting like a total brat and you're going to get one."

I didn't wait for a response. I picked her up in my arms, my left arm behind her back, my right under her knees. She squealed again and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.

"Put me down!" she yelled.

I gently set her down on the bed, but flipped her onto her stomach and before she had her balance, then planted myself astride her ass. I gathered her wrists in my left hand while I went into my nightstand drawer and pulled out the soft, neoprene handcuffs, imprinted with the word "spank" on the left cuff and "me" on the right.

I looped the cuffs through the slats in the headboard and soon had them Velcroed securely around each wrist.

"Hey!" she protested. I got off her ass and stood next to her on the bed.

"Well?" I said, sternly. "Are you going to say you're sorry?"

"I'm right! You need to apologize to me."

"Mm hmm."

She watched me intently while I calmly stripped off my shirt and tossed it into the hamper. I undid my belt and pulled it swiftly through the loops. I cocked an eyebrow at her again. She bit her lip. I nodded and dropped the belt on the bed. It would be there when I needed it. I slowly and deliberately unfastened each button of my jeans, then dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them, leaving me in my boxer shorts. I thought she was hoping I'd pull my cock out let her suck me until I forgot all about punishing her, but not this time. I was going to make this little brat admit that her husband was right.

She wore a sexy white lace blouse/cami and a pair of tight blue jeans. First thing, though, I need to take off her boots. I unzipped the side of the short, black boot on her right foot and pulled it off. I carefully rolled the knee-high stocking down her calf and off her. I treated her foot to a nice massage, slipping my fingers between her toes until she purred.

"So," I whispered, lifting her toes to my lips. "Which is it going to be? Good girl...?" I gave each toe a gentle suck, drawing a sigh from her. "Or brat?" I dropped her foot unceremoniously to the bed.

"You are wrong, wrong, wrong," she insisted. The second boot came off without any foot worship.

I put my hands on her ass cheeks and gave them a quick squeeze, just to let her know they were on my mind. I reached underneath for the snap to her jeans. She helpfully raised her hips for me. (I should probably reward her for that, I thought.)

"You know, little brat," I teased, as I yanked the snap open and pulled down the zipper. "You are heading for a monster spanking if you don't own up to the fact that your husband is right."

She just shook her head. I let go of her hips and she settled down on the bed again. I pulled her jeans over her hips, exposing the cute white thong with black polka dots that I had bought her for Valentine's Day. Her luscious cheeks were on display. My heart caught in my throat at the sight—I do love this woman's ass!

I slowly pulled her jeans down off her legs and decided to reward her for cooperating with the difficult job of getting out of the tight pants. I took her left foot in my hands and massaged the sole firmly. I wiggled my index finger in between each toe, stretching them out.

"Yay," she cheered, quietly, with a smile. I smiled back to her, then lifted her foot to my mouth and kissed the top of each toe. I slipped the little toe into my mouth and stroked it softly once with my lips. She gasped, then giggled.

"Are you a good girl, or are you a brat?" I asked, before taking the next toe between my lips for a kiss.

"I am a good girl," she said. It wasn't until I reached her big toe that she added: "But I'm still right about this."

I gave her big toe one last gentle kiss then set her foot down on the bed with a disappointed sigh.

"Up on your knees, brat," I ordered. "It's time for your spanking."

"What?" she protested. "This is so unfair!"

I forcefully lifted her hips with a strength that caught her off guard. She pulled her knees up with a gasp, ending up on all fours but with her arms stretched out before her, tethered to the headboard. The thong left her cheeks nicely exposed for the spanking I was about to deliver. I stood to her left and gave her right cheek a tender stroke. I smiled to myself: this was going to be fun.

The first spank was a quick but stinging slap to her left cheek. She jumped and a little squeak burst from her lips. I knelt on the bed and placed my left hand possessively between her shoulder blades, holding her down a little. Then I started giving her a proper spanking.

I struck her left cheek again with a loud smack! I slapped it twice more before having at her right. I slapped her right cheek twice with brisk, upward-angled strokes that produced a satisfying clap.

"Owww!" she protested when I stopped after the fifth spank. "Stop it!"

I ran my hands lightly over the skin, sending a shiver through her body.

"Stop it? Why is that, hunny?" I taunted. "Is it because I'm right?"

"No! Stop being mean. I'm right!"

"Oh, I see," I answered. She looked back at me, pleading with her eyes. I just shook my head with disappointment and spanked her right cheek again—much harder. She gasped. I struck her left cheek, swinging my hand from over my shoulder.

"Eep!" she squeaked.

I turned my body toward her feet a little more for a better angle and began raining blows down on her ass. I spanked her hard, targeting different parts of her butt until both cheeks were bright red. She cried out with every slap—and especially loudly when I smacked the sensitive junction where ass met leg.

I stopped abruptly, panting from the exertion.

"Ow ow ow!" she said. Her eyes were watery. "It's so unfair!"

I scooted over behind her and planted soft kisses on the burning red skin. She gave a little sigh, but continued to protest her mistreatment. "I'm not wrong, really I'm not. Please stop. I'm sorry..."

I liked her attempt at an apology, short of the mark though it was, so I needed to give her a bit of a reward before her punishment resumed. I took hold of the sides of her thong and tugged it down over her hips. I pulled it down her legs, up and over her feet and tossed it across the room. I knelt between her legs and nudged her knees apart a bit.

"Please don't punish me any more," she begged. "It's not fair."

"I know it's not fair, but you need to admit that your husband is right." I slid my hand along the backs of her thighs until it reached the underside of her ass. Then, I pushed slowly forward until my fingers found the soft hairs of her labia. She gasped and opened her legs a bit wider. "You know what will happen when you admit that I'm right and you're wrong," I teased, letting my fingertips glide along her lips. "I'll touch you so nice, hun. I'll make you feel so good. I'll give you such a reward, baby. All you have to do is say 'I'm wrong. My husband is right.'"

She made no answer; she just sighed and rotated her hips a little against my hand as I massaged her labia. The lips were swollen and parted easily when I probed with two fingertips. I felt her inner lips and the entrance to her vagina. They were wet and ripe. She gave the cutest moan—the one that always makes me fall in love with her again. I couldn't resist feeling for her clitoris and I found it easily, stiff and ready to be touched. But, she still hadn't said the magic words.

"What do you say, sweetie? Is your husband right?"

"I mean," she sighed. "There are all kinds of ways to look at things, right? So maybe you're kind of right."

Lame! I stopped moving. I scowled at her as she looked back over her shoulder to see my reaction. She didn't soften—she hardened.

"But I'm not wrong. I'm totally not wrong!"

"Admit you were wrong, wife!" I commanded.

"Never!" she defied.

I withdrew my hand from her pussy and placed both hands firmly on her butt. 

"Then you need more discipline."

I reached behind me and took hold of the belt. If she was going to continue to be stubborn, I was ready to take it to the next level.

I folded the belt in half and gave a soft swing at the back of her right thigh. It struck with a bit more force than I'd intended and a CRACK reverberated around the bedroom. My wife cried out, "Ow!" I let my arms follow through, then reversed and backhanded her left thigh. CRACK! She twitched and pulled her legs up under her body, seeking cover for them. I scooted back a bit and then swung the belt swiftly into each cheek of her ass.

"Please!" she called, after the four swats of the belt, but that was all.

I dropped the belt and stood up beside her head. She looked up at me with watery eyes. I slowly slid my boxers to the floor.

"Please what, wife?" I teased, as I stroked my cock to fullness, inches from her lips.

"Please, no more of the belt."

"Do you promise to be a good girl?"

"Yes, I'll be a good girl for you."

My cock swelled in my hand. I leaned forward and she slipped her lips around it with practiced ease. Oh that felt good. She sucked on my cock, feeling it grow and throb in her mouth. My left hand went to the back of her head, my right drifted down to caress her red ass.

"Yes, baby," I cooed. "Suck my cock like a good girl."

"Mmmm," she moaned into my dick.

I suddenly pulled away from her mouth and got back behind her again. I started rubbing and grinding my dick into her dripping pussy.

"You want this, hunny?" I asked, tapping the head against her dangling clit.

"Yes, baby. Please."

"Oh I want to give it to you. I want to slide this cock right into your pussy." With that, I took to working her opening in a gentle circle with my dick, pressing against the tight ring of muscles that was so ready to yield and be filled, if I applied a little more pressure. "There's just one thing you need to say, hun."

"Oh please, baby. Please. I'm wrong, husband. You're right."

I let my hips fall forward and my cock sank into her wetness all the way to the hilt. I groaned with satisfaction: that was all I needed to hear, but she kept going.

"Oh yes, fuck your wife. Please fuck me. I was wrong, hunny. Just keep fucking me."

I reached forward and yanked the straps of her handcuffs loose. Her right hand flew down between her legs and she started playing with her clit as I fucked her.

"It's okay, baby," I panted. "Everybody makes mistakes. Now, I'm going to give you a big reward for owning up to it."

"Yes, give me my reward. Come in my pussy, baby."

My hips were out of control. I fucked her wet snatch as hard as I could, feeling my cockhead swell like it does when I get close. The sensations were wonderful. She worked her clit in time with my strokes and the knowledge that she was feeling so good sent me over the edge.

"Yes, sweetie, here comes your reward. All the way up in you. I'm gonna come for you, wife."

The warmth of orgasmic pleasure spread from my cock throughout my body, then came into sharp focus as I snapped and launched my come deep into her. My voice gave out, shifting into a high-pitched squeal. My cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting jets of semen into her pussy while my hips kept working her over in a desperate, orgasmic fuck. Then, my head was too sensitive. I pushed hard, burying the last few shots as deep as I could, grunting with every spasm. My weight on her ass pushed her forward until with one last shudder, my cock slid out of her pussy.

I found myself looking for reality again as I sprawled on top of her, trying to keep my weight on her hips, not her back. The room span a bit. I suddenly realized that I had more work to do before returning to the real world.

"You're such a good girl," I cooed, praising her. "Such an obedient wife, to admit that your husband was right."

She moaned a response into her pillow. Her fingers were still busy on her clit.

"You deserve the best reward I can give you."

I sat up, then gently rolled her onto her back. She didn't take her fingers away from her clit until my lips had taken their place, wrapping solidly around the sensitive nub.

"Oh yes," she moaned.

I held her clit between my lips and teased it softly with the tip of my tongue, randomly darting all around it, looking for every possible nerve ending that needed attention. As her passion deepened and her orgasm approached, I sensed that she needed more. I slid two fingers of my right hand deep into her pussy and fucked her gently, mixing our juices together and pushing my come deep into her body.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" I asked, going back to teasing mode and blowing cool air across her clitoris.

"Oh yes, I'm a good girl."

"Good. Now be a good girl and come for your husband."

I attacked her with my lips again, fucking her hard with my fingers and applying pressure to the root of her clit. She lifted the backs of her legs off the bed. I could feel her body tensing up.

"Good girl," I mumbled into her clit, between licks. "Give your husband a nice big come now, baby. That's it."

And with that, she cried out and came. Her legs snapped tight around my head. I held her clit firmly between my lips and rode her. I pushed my fingers deep into her cunt and relished the steady throbbing of her orgasm. One, two, three, four times her strong muscles gripped me, then her hips fell to the mattress and she collapsed in satisfaction.

I gently pulled my fingers from her pussy and climbed up next to her, wrapping her in my arms. I had to squirm a bit to arrange things so that my still-dripping dick was pointed at our sheets, not her thigh, but then I was able to tug a blanket over our bodies and we began to cuddle.

"You are the best wife in the world," I whispered in her ear.

"You're right, husband," she sighed.



The Brat



N.B. This is a work of pure fantasy & is not intended to be anything else. I am not a professional writer, and as such do not want to be 'criticised' as such, although constructive is always welcome.

Enjoy...





Lilly walked through the front door, chucked her bag at the bottom of the stairs and walked through into the kitchen. Without saying a word to anyone, she headed straight for the fridge and poured herself a glass of orange juice.

'Oh, hi – you're back early?' Jane, her mum, said.

'Uh-huh' Lilly grunted, and walked out of the room.

Jane looked across at her husband and rolled her eyes.

'Here we go again.' He said.

Jane & Bob had been married for 12 years. Lilly was only 6 years old when they had gotten together. She had recently turned 18, had already been through a string of jobs since dropping out of 6th form school and lacked the motivation & enthusiasm to do anything other than sit at the computer watching video clips or chatting to friends.

Jane walked into the living room, looking across at the computer desk where Lilly had dumped herself.

'Lilly, why are you home early? What's happened?' Jane asked.

Lilly stared at the screen, almost in a trance like state.

'Lilly? Are you listening to me?' Jane said, only louder this time.

Lilly swivelled around in the chair and took some earphones out of her ear – the sound of the "music" was still loud, even without them in your ear!

'What? Did you say something?' Lilly snapped.

'Yes, if you wouldn't have that so loud you might have heard me. I asked what was up? Why are you home early? I thought you weren't supposed to finish until half past five today?' Jane said.

'I quit. I'm not working there for that slave driver anymore.' She snapped back at her mother.

'Oh Lilly. Why? What happened this time' Jane sighed, recalling the other 4 jobs Lilly had 'quit' in the past 6 months.

'The old git wanted me to get on my hands and knees and scrape muck out of the corners. I'm not bloody doing that for anyone. No way.' She snorted, before spinning around and resuming her video watching.

'But Lilly, your job is a cleaner. That's what you are meant to do.' Jane replied.

'I'm not there to clear up other peoples shit mum. No amount of money is worth that.' Lilly replied defiantly, whilst stomping out of the room.

Bob walked into the living room to see his wife looking upset.

'Quit again?' he asked.

'Yes. Again...' she replied, slumping down into the arm chair.



Sat at the dinner table there was an uneasy silence as the three of them sat finishing their meal.

'So are you all packed dear?' Bob asked his wife.

'Yes almost. I'll be leaving early in the morning if I want to avoid all the traffic.' She replied.

'That's a good idea. It's a long drive up to Sunderland.' He said.

Jane was going to spend a week looking after her mum who was recovering after a fall & had arranged to travel the next morning.

'And what about you Lily? Have you got anything else planned for this week, seeing as I thought you would be working?' Jane asked.

'No. Nothing planned. Guess I'll just slob it around, as usual.' She replied, completely oblivious of what she was saying.

Jane just sighed, while Bob sat there getting agitated. Eventually, Lily kicked her chair back and sloped out of the room. 

'Bob, what are we going to do with her?' Jane sighed.

'Don't you worry love. I'll have a chat with her while you're away & she can help me do some jobs around the house anyway.' He replied.

As they finished the washing up, Lily came trudging back into the kitchen.

'Mum, Katy's just text. She's having a party tonight, it's a dress up theme one. Can I borrow your black cowboy boots?' she asked.

'No dear, I'm sorry. They were very expensive. You know I only use them for my line dancing.' Jane replied.

'Oh but mum, come on. I've got this cute little denim mini skirt and I wanted to go as a cowgirl!' she argued.

'Lily, I said no. You've plenty of shoes & boots up there in your mess of a room. Enough to open your own shoe shop!' Jane answered.

'Fine. Whatever.' Lily snapped back and stomped out of the room.

Later on that evening, Jane & Bob were sitting in the living room when they heard a thud in the hallway. Lily trudged into the living room with a holdall over her shoulder.

'I'm off Katy's. I'll stay over at hers. Not sure when I'll be back. I'll text you.' She said, and with that, was gone.

Jane burst into tears as she realised just how insensitive Lily had been. She didn't care that her mum was going away for a week, let alone for a week to care for her sick Grandmother. As she sobbed, Bob put his arm around her.

'Oh Bob. Is it me? What have I done to deserve this?' she asked. 'Nothing dear. It's not you. Don't worry. I'll speak to her.' He replied.

As she sobbed into him, Bob felt his blood boiling as he remembered all the little things that Lily had gotten away with over the years. 

As they got into bed that night, Jane cuddled up to Bob.

'Sweetheart, would you mind if we just made love tonight. I just want to feel you...' she asked.

'Of course not honey. Of course not.' He replied.

The next morning Jane kissed her husband and opened the front door.

'You'll speak to her?' she asked.

'Of course I will. Don't you worry about it. Focus on your mum. We'll be fine.' He answered her soothingly.

As they kissed, she got into the car and pulled away. Bob went back inside and made himself another cup of tea.

Just as he was finishing reading the morning paper, the phone rang.

'Hello, is that Mr. Hedges?' the voice said.

'Yes, this is Robert Hedges. May I ask who is calling?' he answered.

'Yes, good morning. This is Sergeant Spencer. Can I ask if you know of a Miss Lily Hedges?' the voice continued.

'Yes, she is my daughter. What has happened? Is she ok?' Bob asked worried.

'No, no, everything is fine. Well, it is now. Your daughter and a friend of hers were picked up this morning by one of our patrols a bit worse for wear.' Sgt Spencer said.

'Oh my god!' exclaimed Bob. 'I'll be straight down.'

As Bob entered the police station, he approached the front desk.

'Good morning, I am here to collect my daughter. A Miss Lily Hedges?'

'Yes good morning. I am Sgt Spencer. You'll be glad to know that we are not going to press any charges, but this young lady does need a stern talking to. Drunk and disorderly in a public place is not the sort of thing we tolerate. Fortunately, there was no harm done except to their heads this morning I believe. Her friend has already been collected by her parents. Please wait here and I will bring her out.' The officer said.

As Bob sat waiting, he considered calling his wife to let her know but then thought better of it. This was the last thing she wanted to her. No. He'd let her get to her mums in peace. He would deal with this. A plan was forming in his mind.

After a while, the door opened and a very hungover Lilly was marched through the doorway by Sgt Spencer. 

'Thank you Sgt Spencer. I will be in touch.' Bob said. 

Lily, confused by this, trudged through the entrance and out into the street. The fresh air hit her like a ton of bricks. 

'I see you ignored your mother and decided to steal her cowboy boots in the end?' Bob asked.

'Erm, yes. I'm sorry.' Lily replied quietly, keeping her head bowed down. She was in no mood for an argument, especially given her humiliation at having to be picked up from the police station.

As they walked along the street towards the car in silence, Lily was being unusually quiet.

As they approached the car, Bob shot her a stern look. 'Get in.' he snapped.

The journey home was in silence. As they pulled into the driveway, still silence. They entered the front room, with Lily almost creeping silently through the door.

She went to make for the stairs, but her path was blocked.

'Where are you going?' Bob asked.

'To bed Bob. I'm so tired and my head hurts.' She replied quietly.

'Oh no. I don't think so. In the living room.' He replied.

'Oh but...' she started.

'I SAID NOW!' Bob thundered.

Lily almost jumped. She had never heard Bob like this before. She scampered into the living room and threw herself onto the sofa.

A few minutes later Bob walked in holding a cup. Handing it to Lily, he stepped back and looked down on her.

'Drink.' He said.

'What is it?' she asked.

'hangover cure. Now drink.' He snapped.

As he sat down, he watched her gulp the tonic down. She sat back in the chair, still looking like a puppet with her strings cut. Although Bob was her stepfather, he still admired how long her legs looked in her tiny little denim mini skirt. Her little crop t-shirt was barely covering her already well developed breasts and her tight little leather jacket just enhanced her look. Topping the look off though was her mothers cowboy boots. They did look incredibly sexy on her. 

After a few minutes, she started to brighten up. Bob was sat in his armchair, relaxed and cross legged.

'So' he started 'We have a situation here don't we Lily?' he asked.

'Do we?' she mumbled.

'Yes we bloody well do!' he snapped. 'Not just this morning, I'll come to that in a minute, but your general lack of respect for anyone – especially your mother.'

She looked as disinterested as ever, slumbing on the sofa.

'Right. You have 15 minutes. Pack whatever you can into your little holdall and I will give you a lift to wherever you want to go.' He snapped.

'I'm sorry?' she replied.

'That's it. I've had enough of your behaviour. You have 15 minutes to collect what you can in your bag and then you are out.' He answered.

'Bbbbbbut Bob. You can't be serious?' she snapped into conciousness.

'I'm very serious Lily. And you are in very serious trouble. Did you hear the conversation I had with the police lady? You have 24 hours to pay the bail you are out on. If you don't pay the £5,000 bail bond you are going to be put in remand until your court appearance.' He said, smirking.

'My what? £5,000! I don't have that sort of money! Court appearance? I thought that was it, just a warning!' she stammered.

'Oh no young lady. You're an adult now. Drunk and disorderly in a public place? The police lady said if found guilty it could mean at least 6 months.' He continued.

'6 months! But, but, 6 months?!?' she stammered again. 'Oh Bob, you've got to help me. I don't have the bail money or anywhere else to go if you chuck me out! Please!' she replied, now fearing 

'Well we have tried to tell you. Your mother has tried to warn you about acting your age, taking up your responsibilities. And now, it looks as though you have paid the price. And I won't have that Lily. Not in my house. You have had plenty of chances. Your mother has given you plenty of chances. And as for me, well, if it was up to me you would have been out a long time ago.' He sneered.

Lily sat on the edge of the sofa, her head in her hands. She had certainly sobered up as Bob sat in his chair looking very smug. He wondered if she wasn't still half drunk whether she would have believed him so easily about the bail & the court appearance.

'Go on then. Get your bag...' he said.

She flew off of the sofa and knelt next to his armchair. Sobbing uncontrollably, she was mumbling something incoherent.

'Lily. Stop. This just won't do.' He said to her.

'Please Bob, Pleeeeeeease. Help me.' She whimpered.

She looked up at him, he could see that she was sobbing. Her dark eye make up had run and had streaked down her face. She looked very sorry for herself. She went to say something, then stopped herself. She went to say something again, and again, stopped.

'Do you want to say something Lily?' Bob asked.

'Please Bob. I'll do anything. Just don't let them take me away. I promise I'll be good. I promised.' She sobbed, harder.

Bob stood and motioned her towards him. She crawled and wrapped her arms around his legs as his hand leant down to stroke her hair. He could see that her long red nails were all chipped and her hair was slightly matted from her night in the cells.

He reached and took hold of her hand, pulling her up onto her feet. As he held her hand, he looked her in the eyes. 

'You do realise what this means?' he said.

'Please Bob. I'll do anything. Anything you ask. Just, please help me.' She whimpered.

'I might do. Anything?' he questioned.

'Anything Bob.' She pleaded.

'Ok. First thing. Wait here a minute.' He said, and strolled off to the kitchen. When he returned, he took her by the hand and lead her over to his desk and motioned her to her knees.

He sat at his desk and pulled out a piece of paper and his cheque book.

'Now, I am going to write you a confession. Then you will sign it. Included in this will be you giving me your permission to administer a punishment I see fit for your behaviour. After you have signed the confession, and if you behave yourself, I will write a cheque for your bail. Then I will deliver it this afternoon to the police station. You have one chance at this or you are out, on your own. Do you understand?' he snapped.

'Yes Bob.' She replied, 'Thank you Bob!'

'First lesson Lily, from this moment on you will refer to me as Sir.' He said softly.

'Excuse me?' she queried, not sure she had heard him correctly.

'SIR! Or the deal is off!' he snapped back at her.

'Yes, yes sir. Sorry Sir.' She replied.

As Bob wrote out the confession, she watched him intently. Her head was a cloud of emotions and the after affects of a hard nights drinking.

'There. Shall I read it to you?' he asked.

'Yes please sir.' She replied.

'Good. You remembered. Now, this is not a negotiation. Not a two way deal. You learn my way. Or no way. The first time you break my rules or question my rules, the deal is off and you are on your own. Do you understand?' he said.

'Yes Sir.' She answered.

'I, Lily Jayne Hedges, hereby confess to the following unsatisfactory behaviour:

1.)Complete disregard for my attitude and my responsibilities as a young adult resulting in my arrest, bringing embarrassment and shame on my family and costing my stepfather the sum of £5,000.

2.)A lack of respect for my mother and a lack of appreciation for her efforts in everything she has done for me.

3.)A lack of respect for my step-father and the stable upbringing he has tried to provide for me.

4.)My unwillingness to learn and appreciate that hard work is necessary in life and that I need to be trained.

5.)I stole off of my own mother, when explicitly told that I couldn't borrow her boots showing a complete lack of respect.

As a result of these failings, I submit myself to the trainings of my mother & Step-father and give myself over to their guidance and punishment, however they see fit.

Signed: Lily Jayne Hedges'

Lily knelt there feeling numb. She heard the words, but for some reason they had not sunk in. She wasn't sure she had heard correctly. Submit? Punishment? She was confused.

'Sign it.' Bob demanded.

'Err, Sir. I'm not sure I understand though' Lily stammered.

'I'll explain it really simple. You either sign it to agree to submit to me & your mother and allow us to deal you with a suitable punishment or you are out on the street, facing a £5,000 bail out fee which will probably end up with you going to jail anyway. The choice is yours, it's that simple.' He said, leaning back in his chair with a smarmy grin on his face.

He looked down upon her, noticing how the words rang through her sending shivers down her. He could see that she was visibly trembling, and he liked the way her cute little tits were shaking in her terror.

'Ok Sir. I'll sign.' She submitted. 

As she reached up onto the desk and signed, she felt a wave of defeat shoot through her. She sunk back down to her knees, looking down at the floor.

Bob stood up and towered over her. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, twisting it so that she could not escape.

'That's good. I've waited so long for this.' He said, and started walking off towards the doorway. Lily had no choice but to crawl along with him being dragged.

As they reached the hallway, he beckoned her to go upstairs – following her up admiring the way her long legs sexily swayed in those cute cowboy boots.

Once upstairs, he pushed her back onto her knees and again by grabbing her hair, led her into her bedroom.

'Now, I am going to go and pay your fees. In the time I am gone, I expect you to have cleaned yourself up. You are a disgrace. You will bathe, put some effort into your appearance and start to act like a young lady. You will redo your nails, straighten your hair and apply some liberal make up. When I return, we will discuss our situation further. Do I make myself clear?' he snapped.

'Yes Sir.' Lily replied, still kneeling on the floor of her bedroom, still in disbelief.

Bob left the room, grabbed his coat & car keys and left the house. He pulled out of the driveway, smiling to himself as he headed off to the pub for a lunchtime pint.

Lily sat in her room on the bedroom floor and started sobbing, not knowing how she was going to get out of this mess.

Bob turned the key to the front door and stepped through. He hung his coat up and put his car keys on the kitchen table.

As he walked into the living room he saw Lily sat on the sofa. The TV wasn't on, there were no noises in the house, she was just sat there.

He looked her up and down and noticed that she had bathed and was wearing some shorts and a little t-shirt. She had done her hair, repainted her nails – this time a deep purple colour, and had made herself up.

'There, now that's a little better isn't it?' he said, trying to break the ice.

'Yes. Sir.' She hastily added.

'Now, I've paid your fee. The police woman seemed to think she would be seeing you a lot sooner! I assured her that you were sorry, and that you would comply with whatever they wanted to do.' He stated.

'Thank you sir. I really do appreciate what you have done for me. Are we going to tell mum about this?' Lilly asked.

'Well, that all depends on you. Do you think your mother needs this aggravation right now?' he replied.

'No Sir. No, she doesn't.' Lily had answered her own question.

'That's right. Now, let's go back upstairs. I want you to explain something to me.' He said, and beckoned her to his side. Instantly, she obeyed as they left the room.

As they entered her room, he stood in the middle while she knelt.

'I must say Lily, I appreciate the way you are showing your obedience to me. Continue to play by the rules and we will have a much better time, don't you agree?' Bob said.

'Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.' She replied.

Bob did a little lap of the room, inspecting the untidiness around him. Clothes & shoes & boots strewn everywhere. Dirty underwear on the floor, drawers half hanging open with shirts and trousers half hanging out. 

'Answer me a question. Does this look like the room of a young woman? Or the room of a toddler?' he asked.

Lily looked around and knew there was only one answer. 

'More like a toddlers room sir.' She replied.

'You're right. Does a mature young woman leave all of her dirty & clean clothes lying around the place as though she doesn't want them?' he asked.

'No Sir, she shouldn't.' She replied. She could feel the embarrassment raging inside her, because as much as Bob was being sarcastic she knew that one false move would have him throw her out & cancel the bail cheque.

'So, do you think a mature young woman deserves to have all these clothes that a.) she shows a complete lack of respect for, b.) cannot keep tidy in one small room, let alone the rest of the house, and c.) gives extra work to her mother who struggles to keep on top of the laundry as it is!' he sneered.




The Brat



'No sir. It's not fair.' She sighed, knowing that for all his mocking, he was right.

'Ok. So, for your first lesson I think you should remove your clothing and bag up all your other clothes that you show a wanton disrespect for.' He said.

'But sir? You mean you want me to be naked?' she questioned.

'Yes Lily, I do. You don't respect your clothes so I am taking them all away from you until I think you have earnt the right to have them back.' He snapped, looking down at her. 'Now, remove your clothes.'

She started to remove her t-shirt, revealing a silky little black bra holding in those pert little breasts. As she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them down, he could see that she was shifting uncomfortably. She settled on her knees in just her bra and a matching pair of panties.

'And the rest...' he snapped.

'But sir! My underwear too?' she questioned.

Bob lurched forward and grabbed her hair. Slowly leading her around the room, showing her at close hand all the dirty underwear deposited and strewn around the room, he bought her back to the centre.

'Yes you dirty little cow. Your underwear too! Look at it all, it's disgusting.' He snapped at her.

Now feeling completely ashamed, she slowly removed her bra allowing her breast to fall out. Attempting awkwardly to keep them as covered as possible while struggling to remove her panties, she fell onto her side.

Laughing at her, Bob stood over her and collected up her discarded underwear.

'There. Much better. Kneel.' He commanded, and she obeyed.

'Now, whilst kneeling I want you to place your hands on your head.' He said, and she obeyed.

'You will find yourself in this position a lot more if you keep questioning me. Do you understand?' he asked.

'Yes sir.' She replied.

'Good, now, back to the matter at hand. I would like you to explain to me why you took your mothers boots after she expressly told you not to.' He said.

'I don't know sir.' She replied.

'You don't know?' he mocked 'you don't know? There must be a reason mustn't there?' he said as he walked over to where the boots lie, thrown in the corner of the room.

'Errr, yes Sir. There must be. I suppose I like them. I wanted them to go with my outfit.' She answered.

'Well, seeing as you like them so much, you can put them on again. In fact, that is the only article of clothing that you will wear until I say otherwise.' He said, tossing them to her.

As she reached her legs out, he caught a glimpse of her pussy. Young and delicate, he could see the whispy red hair around her lips slightly protruding.

She extended her leg into the left boot, and pulled it snugly around her foot. She did like the way they felt. Repeating the process with the other boot, it snapped into place around her soft foot.

She knelt back resting on her mothers boots, while looking up at Bob who was stood in front of her, tall & stern with his arms crossed. He looked her up and down, a wry smile creeping across his lips.

'That's better. Now, I can see why you like them so much. They look good on you.' Bob remarked.

'Thank you sir.' Lily responded, feeling her cheeks burn red with embarrassment.

Pacing around the room, Lily knelt there not once taking her eyes off of her stepfather. Although she felt ashamed to be naked in front of Bob, she also felt a tingling within her. 

'Right, I want this room cleared up and cleaned. And you will do it within one hour, is that clear?' Bob snapped at his stepdaughter, kneeling submissively in the centre of the room.

'Yes Sir.' Was all she could reply.

As Bob stood there, he watched as Lily started to shift around on her knees. Moving clothes, putting rubbish in a bag, tidying her drawers & putting her shoes and boots back into her closet. He noticed that she seemed to be losing her inhibitions about her nakedness as she busied herself with her given task.

After fifty five minutes, Lily resumed her position on her knees in the middle of the room.

Bob surveyed her efforts. All rubbish & mess had been put into waste bags, clothes had either been neatly folded & placed in drawers or in the dirty wash basket. Shoes & boots had been neatly arranged in the closet and the room had been vacuumed. 

'Well done. That wasn't so hard no was it?' he asked.

'No Sir. It wasn't.' Lily replied, keeping her head bowed.

'Good. Now, I want you to carry on your efforts with the other rooms in the house, starting with mine & your mothers bedroom. You have a lot of ground to make up.' Bob said.

'Yes Sir. May I get dressed now Sir?' Lily asked.

'No, you may not. When you learn to appreciate clothes, and the importance of keeping them neat & tidy, I may allow you. But not until then.' Bob snapped back. 'Now, crawl out of here & into the next room.'

Lily looked sorry for herself, and started to creep towards the door on all fours. Bob watched her intently, naked but for her mothers cowboy boots. On the landing, Bob retrieved some cleaning items and bags from the utility cupboard.

As they entered the bedroom, he beckoned Lily to crawl into the centre of the room just next to the bed. He reach down and held out a hand to her, motioning her to take his hand. As he guided her up, he repositioned her so she was sat on the edge.

'Now, I want you to clean & dust this room. You need the practice. Afterwards, we are going to have a sort through of the drawers and closets. It's been something your mother has been meaning to do for a long time. I think she will appreciate your assistance.' He told her.

'Yes Sir.' Lily answered.

With that, she started to dust & polish items in the room. Again, Bob watched her like a hawk. Naked but for her mothers sexy boots. She seemed to be more at ease now, the way she nimbled around the room, swaying her hips as she walked, with her pert little breasts bouncing as she moved.

After about half an hour, she went back & sat on the edge of the bed.

Bob motioned her to her knees and stood over her.

'Well done. You have worked hard today. Let's see if you can keep it up shall we?' he said 'Now before we continue, I think we need a drink. But first, here is a little reward for your efforts' he continued, passing Lily a pair of whispy black panties.

'Yes Sir, thank you Sir' Lily answered reaching for the panties to put on, pleased that her work was appreciated. 'Perhaps this "Sir" business isn't too bad' she thought, although the nakedness felt weird. But, she did like wearing her mum's boots. They made her feel very sexy.

Sat at the kitchen table, Bob poured a couple of glasses of brandy. Sliding one over to Lily, he smiled.

'You deserve that. You've done well today. Far better than I thought you would.' He said.

'Thank you, sir.' She replied, taking a sip.

As they chatted, she could feel her insides warming. They finished the first glass, and Bob poured another straight away. After about half an hour, Lily could feel the effects of the brandy. She was even feeling slightly giggly.

'Right, lets carry on.' Bob announced, her up.

'Yes Sir.' Lily replied and stumbled to her feet.

Lily led the way, with Bob closely following. He watched as her sexy bottom wobbled ever so slightly, as her legs took strides in her chunky heeled boots. As they went up the stairs, he could almost smell her pussy as he leant forwards. They reached the bedroom, and she instinctively knelt in the centre.

'I want you to pull out all of the items in the walk-in closet and arrange them on the bed. Your mother has a list of items that she no longer wants, and we need to take them to the charity shop.' He told her.

'Yes Sir. Shall I start now?' Lily asked.

'Yes. I will sort these drawers out while you do the closet.' He replied.

As she strode across and opened the doors, Bob started to empty the contents of the drawer.

Lily pulled out all her mothers dresses and laid them on the bed. She sorted through the ones she knew her mother wanted to keep, and patched the ones on the list and placed them separately. Next she bent down to remove all of the shoes and boots, again placing on the bed. As the closet was now almost empty, Lily bent in to retrieve the remaining pair of shoes when she felt something at the back of the closet sitting in the darkness. It was a large wooden box, almost like a chest, tucked away in the back out of sight. She tugged on the side, and slid it out into the bedroom.

As she moved it next to the bed, she tried to lift the lid but it would not move. She tugged at the top, grabbing at the lid to try and remove it but it wouldn't budge.

As Bob glanced over, he saw Lily struggling with the box and a wry smile crept across his lips.

'That's your mothers stuff. I don't think she would want you poking around in there.' He said.

'But, Sir, you said I should sort all of mum's stuff out?' Lily said cheekily.

'I'm not so sure about that stuff. Let's concentrate on everything else first.' He said, smiling as if to egg her on a bit more.

'Yes Sir.' Lily replied, looking down at the box now wanting more than ever to find out the contents.

'Have you sorted out all the clothes?' he asked.

'Yes Sir. There is a pile which mummy listed there for the charity shop. The rest of these are to go back in. Now I only have the shoes to sort.' She replied.

'Good girl. Come on then.' He replied.

Together they sorted through all the shoes, making a small pile which were to be for the charity shop. The others were neatly arranged in the closet on one of the large shoe racks. Next they started sorting through the boots, with Lily taking a vested interest in the many different pairs – giggling along the way as the brandy had taken full affect on her now.

'I never knew mummy had this many pairs of boots Sir!' Lily exclaimed.

'Yes, I know – there are lots. But, your mother loves them. And, if you notice, there are none on the list for the charity shop. She wants to keep them all.' Bob replied.

'Oh she's so lucky. I'd love to have this many pairs.' Lily sighed.

'Well if you learnt to look after your shoes & boots, maybe you would learn to appreciate them more. All the while you show them a lack of respect, you're not having them are you?' he said.

'No Sir.' Lily agreed as she picked up a pair of knee high 4" stiletto black leather boots. She sat there cross legged, tenderly stroking them almost like a child stroking a cat.

'You like those ones don't you. You've been watching them for a while.' Bob said.

'Yes Sir, I do. Mummy is so lucky to have such sexy boots.

'So I'm guessing you would like to try them on then would you?' Bob suggested.

Instantly Lily's eyes lit up like candles as the words registered.

'Oh yes Sir! Can I?' she exclaimed.

'Well I'm not sure. What would your mother think of you sitting here naked in her room, trying all her sexy boots on in front of your stepfather?' Bob said with a grin on his face.

'Oh, please? I won't tell. And anyway, you're like a father to me! You've seen it all before!' she said, giggling mischievously. 'Haven't you Daddy?' she finished.

'Oh I see, it's like that is it? Daddy?' Bob laughed.

'Yes Daddy. I may as well call you that as you've been more of a father to me than anyone I've ever known! Do you mind?' she said.

'No, of course I don't mind.' Bob answered.

'So, Daddy, please can I try on mummy's sexy boots?' she purred.

'You can – if you pass one little test.' He said.

'Yes Sir!' Lily answered excitedly.

'I want you to show me how much you REALLY love these boots.' He said, as he bent down to pick one up. He zipped it up and put his hand into the toe so it wrapped it's shaft around his wrist up to his elbow. 'I want you here before me, and I want you to show me how much you like these boots. Lick them, kiss them, worship them and seduce them. And if I think you truly do love these boots, then I might just let you try them on!'

'Oh thank you sir!' she replied, almost jumping in excitement.

She leant forward and reached out with her hands to gently hold the boot between her fingers. Her head bent round so her face was along the side of the boot and she inhaled to feel the musky leather aroma shooting through her nostrils. Her long painted nails teasingly scraped along the underside of the boot while her tongue reached and gently touched the sole. Her lips slowly touched the soft black leather, and Bob watched as she lovingly rested her lips. Soothingly & lovingly, her lips brushed against the leather as she continued to inhale deeply. He could see that she was excited & turned on by the aroma, her nipples were erect and sticking out proudly to attention. Her fingers continued to gently molest the soft leather, while her lips ran the length of the boot to the toe. She cocked her head around so that her face was now looking at the other side of the boot as she continued to worship. She looked up at him while she ran her tongue down the length of the boot from the toe to the ankle, never taking her eyes off of him, those deep dark smoky eyes.

Her head ducked under the boot and she gently took the heel between her lips. Her teeth softly nibbling on the end, she then took the length of the stiletto into her mouth and started sucking. Bob was now shifting uncomfortably as this was clearly having an affect on him.

She moved her head around so that her face was against the back of the shaft, and her tongue traced the line of the seam from the ankle right to the top of the boot where Bob's arm was sticking out. She allowed her lips to brush onto his arm, making him jump slightly.

As she sank back onto her knees in front of him, she looked up at him and smiled submissively.

Bob looked down at her, grinning, and said 'So Lily, what do you have to say for yourself now. Do you think you have learnt a better appreciation for the things you have?'

'Oh yes Sir. I have.' She replied.

'And so, from now on you will show not only your things, but your mother and I a little more respect? He continued.

'Yes Daddy, I will.' She replied.

'And what is it that you want most of all now then as a little reward for your good behaviour?' he continued.

'If you will let me Daddy, I would like to try on Mummy's sexy boots.' She purred with excitement, not taking her eyes off of his once.

'You may Lily. But remember, for now this is between you and me.' He said.

'Oh yes, thank you daddy. Thank you.' She said, and sat up on her knees ready to claim her prize.

As Lily reached out to accept her mothers boots, her eyes grew wider & wider as the touch, smell and feel of the leather in her hands swept over her. She didn't rush to put them on, more savoured the moment. Her fingers delicately felt the cool soft shaft of the boot as she traced the outline to the heel. Her eyes glazed over as the touch swept through her making her tingle.

Shifting onto her bottom, she gently bent her knee and extended her foot – pushing her toes into the dark cavity of the boot. As her toes glided into position, she felt the leather wrap itself coolly around her foot. She slowly pressed with her ankle, and the rest of her foot popped into place. As she continued to softly manipulate the leather between her fingers, she pulled up on the boot as it moulded itself to her ankle & shin, rising up towards her knee.

Her fingers softly smoothed out any wrinkles or creases and she reached towards the zipper. Tugging with her fingers, she looked directly up into Bob's eyes as she pulled the zipper taught up to her knee.

As the zipper closed and the leather encased her leg, she couldn't help her eyes from rolling. She felt a pang of tingling shooting through her body like an electric surge.

She swiftly moved onto the other boot and repeated the process. Again, taking her time to savour every moment.

Finally encased in her mothers knee high stiletto boots, she stood up. As the 4 inches made her stand proud, she felt her calf muscles adjusting to the height. The accentuation gave her a more demeaning posture, forcing her to compensate her hips and back. 

'How do they feel Lily?' Bob asked his step-daughter, smiling as he watched her.

'Fantastic Daddy. The way they cling to my legs, wrap themselves around my feet, they make me stand tall and feel amazing.' She replied, deliriously admiring the glistening leather now adorning her feet and legs.

'Parade for me.' Bob demanded.

'Yes Sir.' Lily answered, and began to take slow sauntering steps across the room. 

As she walked, she instinctively felt her hips sway. Her whole body now swayed in the rhythm of her slow strides. Feeling her heels pointing down into the carpet as her body weight shifted, she couldn't help but feel incredibly sexy.

As Lily reached the far side of the room, she spun on her heels and returned to where her step-father was standing.

He was still admiring the way his wife's boots looked on this sexy little 18 year old. He noticed that her nipples were rock hard, pointing upwards at straining point. Her breasts shimmered ever so slightly with every step, and she swayed her hips in unison with her stride.

He also inhaled the strong aroma of flowing pussy juices. 

As she reached her step-father, Lily instinctively returned to her knees in front of him.

'How does that feel now Lily?' he asked.

'Amazing Sir. I never knew quite how much it would affect me.' She answered, her eyes shining with excitement.

Bob reached down and put his finger under her chin, lifting her face eye and looking directly into her dark, smoky, sexy eyes.

'So you see now, the appreciation of things we care for and look after.' He said.

'Yes Sir.' She agreed excitedly.

'That's good. We will carry on the lessons but first, I am hungry.' He continued.

'Yes Sir. Me too Sir.' She agreed.

'Good. It's a bit late to cook now. Why don't I nip out and get us a Chinese take away. Now, find yourself something suitable to wear. And if you promise to be a good girl, I will let you keep your mothers boots on.' He said.

'Oh thank you daddy!' Lilly exclaimed, genuinely excited at the prospect of keeping these sexy boots wrapped securely around her feet.

About half an hour later, Bob returned with the food. He dished it up and called Lily as he made himself comfortable. Sat on the sofa in the living room with a beer, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Lily glided into the room wearing a little denim skirt that barely covered her thighs and a tiny crop t-shirt that barely covered her breasts, and of course her mothers boots. 

She walked over to the sofa and knelt in front of him.

'Is this suitable Daddy?' she asked him.

Bob looked down at her and smiled.

'Probably not if your mother was here with us, no!' he said, laughing. 'Come here' he finished, beckoning her to join him on the sofa.

'Eat your dinner, there's a good girl.' He said to her.

As they sat and ate, Bob noticed Lily shifting her legs. She couldn't help but keep glancing down admiring the way her mothers boots looked wrapped around her own legs. He had to admit to himself that she did wear them well. 

After tea, they both washed and dried the dishes. As they stood in the kitchen, both step-father and daughter worked together to get everything cleaned up. Afterwards, Bob extended his hand out towards Lilly and pulled her close to him.

'You have done very well today Lily. It is so much better & nicer when you co-operate & do as you are told.' He said.

'Yes Sir. And thank you Daddy for helping me today. I don't know what I would have done without you.' She replied as she wrapped her arms around him, cuddling him tightly.

As they embraced, he felt her trace her hands up his back and her fingers teased his neck. He shivered as her nails softly scraped across his neck and onto the back of his ears.

'Do you remember that box in your mothers wardrobe?' he whispered.




The Brat



'Yes Sir?' Lily answered, inquisitively.

'Would you like to see what is inside it?' he asked.

'Oh yes please Sir!' she said excitedly.

'Ok, but only because you have been so good today. Remember, these privileges can just as easily be taken away and replaced with punishment!' he stated, 'And also, you must remember that this is between us. No-one else is to know, especially your mother. Do you understand?' 

'Yes sir, I understand, Thank you sir.' She replied, hugging him tightly.

He took one of her hands in his and guided her to the stairs. Leading her up to his bedroom, he directed her to the closet where the box still sat outside, and suggestively pushed her down to her knees.

'Are you sure you want to explore the box with me Lily?' he asked her, already knowing that her curiosity along with her new found obsession with her mothers wardrobe guaranteed her answer.

'Oh yes please Daddy. Please, more than anything.' She answered quickly.

'Then strip off your clothes' he demanded.

'Daddy, can I please keep mummy's boots on though?' she asked.

'You may, for now.' He answered, smiling.

Lily quickly pulled her top off to reveal her breasts. Already her nipples were erect and standing proud. Next she shimmied her skirt down past her ankles and pulling it off. Bob admired the fact that she neither wore a bra or panties when he had told her to get dressed earlier.

Returning to her knees beside the box, the now naked Lily awaited with excitement.

Bob stood up and walked around her a few times. He looked down to see that beads of sweat were forming on her forehead and she was shifting uncomfortably / nervously.

As he produced a key out of his pocket, he bend down next to her and placed it in the lock. Before turning the key, he looked directly at Lily.

'Remind me, how much do you want this?' he asked.

'Oh please daddy, please...' she wailed.

'Give me a kiss and I might allow you.' He teased, bending down to his knees beside her and the box.

'Yes Daddy!' she exclaimed.

Leaning forward, she reached her lips out to him and locked them onto him. He felt her soft tongue penetrate his mouth and swirling around in unison, she had him. Her hands reached out around his neck, holding him next to her, while his hand instinctively reached up and grabbed a handful of hair. Holding her tightly, not allowing her any leeway to escape, their passion started to fill the air. His other hand reached down and stroked her boot from her ankle to her knee, instantly making her shudder with excitement.

He sensed that the touch of the boots electrified her. He did it again, this time streaking back and forth and felt her body shift in excitement.

Not wanting to give her too much, too soon, he broke the embrace off and smiled down at her. He could see and feel that her body was on heat.

As he turned the key, the lock clicked open & Lily squealed with excitement as her eyes grew bigger and bigger.

Bob removed the now unlocked lid of the box and stood it against the wall. He stood upright and towered over his step-daughter who was now peering directly down at the box. Inside she could see that there was a purple silk cloth covering items which filled the box to the brim. As she started to lean towards the box, the waft of crisp leather filled her nostrils making her shiver in anticipation.

'Now Lily, I must ask you again. You're sure about this? Once we start, once this begins, things can never be the same again.' He asked her.

'Yyyyesssss Sir. I am sure.' She replied, still excited and still smelling that strange aroma that made her whole body buzz throughout.

'Good. Now, let us start. Come kneel beside the bed and I will show you what we have.' He ordered.

Lily shuffled on her knees until she was next to the bed. She arched around to watch Bob lift the box and carry it to the bed, which he placed it on the bed near her and then sat beside it.

As he removed the silk covering, her eyes grew wider and wider as she peered over the top of the box. Very slowly, as if to draw out the intrigue & excitement Bob started to remove items and place them on the bed in front of her.

First out came an assortment of leather, pvc & rubber underwear. There were various corsets, basque's, bra's & suspender belt's all in either red or black. Next out came various pack's of stockings and tights, again in a multitude of varieties ranging from silk lace topped to seamed fishnet. 

Lily's eyes were like a kid in a sweet shop. She couldn't believe her conservative mother would think of any of these items, let alone wear them. She felt her bottom lip quivering as she gingerly glanced a look up at her step father, who himself was staring at his booted, naked teenager knelt before him.

'So what do you think?' Bob asked his slightly blushing step-daughter.

'Err, I really don't know what to say Sir.' She replied.

'Ha-ha, I thought as much. It's not often you are speechless!' he joked.

'No sir, I suppose not Sir. Is this all mummy's?' she asked.

'Of course. We have built up quite a collection over the years. Your mother loves dressing up for me, as well as for herself.' He replied.

She looked excited, but at the same time lost for words. Almost like a child with five new toys and wondering which one to rip open first.

'Lily remove your mothers boots please.' He told her.

As she sat there on the bedroom floor, she slowly started to remove the boots. Firstly unzipping the left one and softly running her fingers over the leather, she eased it from around her foot. Next she did the same with the other one. 

'Bring the boot up to your face and inhale. Tell me how that smells.' He said to her.

A little confused by his sentence, she slowly lifted the boot up towards her face. The pungent leather smell crept up her nostrils and almost knocked her senses when it reached impact. 

'Hmmmmmm' was all she could reply as she inhaled.

'Not the open foot. Put your nose where your foot goes and take a deep intake of breath.' He said.

'HHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM' she whimpered as the smell continued to knock her senses out.

'Do you like that honey?' he asked her, smiling.

'Yes Daddy! I like that a lot!' she replied, with the sound almost muffled as her face was still buried inside her mothers boot.

'It's the chemical reaction of sweat & leather. Your mother is exactly the same & it has the same affect on her too.' He explained, grinning.

He looked down upon her as she switched to the other boot, lapping up the aroma like a kitten lapping up it's first ever bowl of milk.

As the senses kicked back in, she sat and looked up at her step-father – she too was grinning from ear to ear.

'Now, would you like to try any of this on?' he asked.

'Oh can I Daddy? Are you sure? Can I?' she answered immediately, excitedly.

'I think so. As you've been so good today.' He said. 'What would you like to try?' he asked.

'Oh I don't know, there is so much to choose from! What does mummy like?' she replied.

Bob picked up a leather basque with suspenders attached. Small link chains hung around the cups alongside a neat row of studs that crisscrossed underneath and down the front.

'Here, this is one of her favourites. And you'll need these too.' He said as he handed her the basque and a pair of black lace topped seamed stockings.

As she reached out to grab them, she leant in and gave her step-father a kiss on the cheek.

'Thank you daddy.' She said.

He watched her as she fumbled with the basque. Not knowing if she had ever worn anything like this before, he was intrigued to see how she would learn. As she eventually pulled it around the straighten herself up, she smoothed out the creases – sensitively caressing the leather that now encased her stomach and hips and ensuring that her breasts comfortably nestled in the half cups that prominently displayed her nipples through the hanging chains.

Next she sat on the edge of the bed and rolled up a stocking, pointing her toe into the opening. As she rolled it up her leg, taking extra care to ensure her seams were straight, he could see the sheer delight and excitement on her face as she became more and more aroused. She repeated the process with the second stocking and then stood to clip on the suspender straps. Again, ensuring that everything was straight, she stood tall and proud.

'How do I look daddy?' she asked, smiling.

'Beautiful!' Bob said 'But there is something missing. Come and kneel.' He continued, beckoning her back to her knees beside him.

'Now, what do you think could be missing from your outfit Lilly?' he asked suggestively.

'I'm not sure daddy. How about some of mummy's sexy leather boots to match this basque?' she answered.

'I think you are right. Would you like to pick yourself some?' he said, grinning.

'Oh yes daddy. Thank you!' she replied excitedly, and with that shuffled on her knees across to where her mothers boots laid neatly in a row.

She picked up a pair of OTK black leather boots that had a zip running all that way from the back of the knee to the ankle. The heels on them were a chunky square with a three inch block heel. Suggestively raising them to her face, she inhaled deeply before excitedly unzipping one. Sliding her foot into the boot, she let out a tiny gasp as her foot easily slid into place. She then pulled slowly on the zipper, up towards her knee – encasing her leg in supple black leather. As the zipper reached the top, she delicately ran her fingers up and down removing the tiniest creases and wrinkles.

Repeating the process with the other boot, Bob just sat there admiring the way she had been 'turned'. He was very pleased with his progress so far.

Once she had finished, she stood and paraded herself for her admiring step-father. Returning to her knees beside the bed, she looked up at him with adoring eyes.

'How do they feel?' he asked.

'Wonderful daddy. So wonderful.' She answered.

'I think you are beginning to appreciate how good things can be for you when you behave yourself, don't you agree?' he said.

'Oh yes daddy. I do. I promise, from now on I'll be your good little girl if you treat me like this.' She beamed.

'That's good. And I will. As long as you remember...' he said.

After admiring her new look for a minute or two, allowing her to absorb the sensations that were now taking over her body, Bob stood up and leant over the box. He lifted out the remaining clothing items and neatly placed them on the bed.

'There is another box in here my dear. This contains off of your mothers special 'toys'. Would you like to see?' he asked.

'Oh yes please Sir!' Lilly answered.

'I do think these will really compliment your outfit.' He said while teasing her, his hand running over the top of the case.

'Oh I hope so Sir. If I am a good girl will you allow me to try these as well?' she asked.

'We'll have to see how you behave now won't we' he replied.

'Yes Daddy. I'll be good for you. I promise.' She stated quickly.

'You promise?' he asked. 'Remember, you must submit to whatever I say!'

'I will daddy. I will do anything you tell me to do.' She replied.

'That's a good girl...' he said to her, smiling down at her anxious, excited face.

Bob lifted the smaller case out of the main box and placed it on the bed right before Lily's eyes. As he undid the tiny padlocks and flicked the two switches, her heart jumped as she saw the lid flip open. Bob smiled and very slowly started to produce her mothers 'toys'.

As each item was placed neatly on the bed in a little row, Lilly resisted the temptation to reach out and start picking things up. She saw a wide array of leather & metal items – some of which had buckles, buttons and one even had a large red ball attached to some leather straps and buckles. One item in particular caught Lily's eye as she glanced in amazement at the wide array of items was a hood. A big black leather hood, with two tiny holes where she assumed the nose went, two more holes for the eyes and a zipper for the mouth. She considered reaching out and examining the item more closely, but felt herself trembling at the prospect.

The next item's she caught sight of made her tummy pang immediately. A neat row of rubber & glass cone shaped objects were placed on the bed. As she stared at them, strange thoughts started rushing through her head – trying to imagine what they were for.

Bob noticed her mysterious expression and picked up one of the smaller instruments.

'Do you know what this is?' he asked.

Almost looking ashamedly down at the floor, she answered him. 'No daddy.'

'Well, I can show you later if you would like? Your mother likes these very much. She says they give her immense pleasure...' he said, smiling.

'Oh yes please daddy!' she exclaimed.

Bob smiled at her, and continued neatly arranging items from the box. He produced a pair of kid leather gloves and presented them to her. As she took them, the instant tingle in her fingers sent electrifying waves shooting through her.

'Would you like to put them on?' he asked.

'Oh yessssss daddy.' She stammered in her response, still in awe at the softness and smoothness of the leather gloves she now held in her hand. 

She put on hand in and slowly worked her fingers into position. As she pulled the body of the glove tightly around her hand, she automatically clenched her fist to ensure tightness. Her other hand pulled the gloves up to her wrist and beyond towards her elbow, taking great care to roll & smooth out any tiny crinkles.

She proceeded to put the other glove on, again repeating the process slowly and softly. Once both were on, she started to touch each hand with the other.

'Such appreciation & attention to detail' Bob thought as he admired her new found love of leather.

Bob reached out and took hold of one of her hands and slowly lifted it to her lips.

'Breath in, slowly and deeply.' He whispered.

As she did, the same sensations as smelling her mothers boots shot through her again. Her nose met the cool soft leather and her lips softly brushed against it allowing the aroma to encapsulate her. She truly was now addicted.

Bob stood up and watched as Lilly knelt transfixed, still in a trance like state. He around her & over to the bed and picked up a studded leather collar. He knelt down behind her and slowly reached around, placing the collar around her neck and buckling it up, ensuring that it was securely in place. Then he reached across and picked up a chain leash with a leather holder at one end, and a clasp hook on the other. As he hooked the leash into place, he motioned for her to crawl towards him. 

He held the lead & walked towards the middle of the room, pulling just tightly enough for her to follow him.

As she knelt on all fours, he stood in front of her looking down at her.

'This is now your new outfit Lilly. You will wear it for me whenever I order it. You will wear your collar and lead as a sign of your submission and you will comply with everything I tell you. Do I make myself clear?' he said to her in a soft, but stern manner.

'Yes daddy. I understand...' she replied, wide eyed and transfixed by her new found emotion and sensations shooting through her body.

'Good girl. Now, I think we have some training to do...' he whispered softly smiling down at her.

Lilly was on all fours in the middle of her mother's and step-fathers bedroom. She was wearing one of her mothers outfits – not for the first time, but this time it was different.

Standing over her was her step-father. The man who had been a father to her for the last 12 years. The man who was always giving her a hard time about the state of her room, her unwillingness to help out around the house and the way she acted & spoke to her mother. He made her feel like rebelling. Or at least he used to...

She caught a glimpse of herself in one of her mothers floor to ceiling mirrors. Her leather basque with the chains hanging down, taught & clipped on to her seamed stockings which ran endlessly down to her legs which were wrapped in a pair of tight OTK black leather chunky heeled boots. As she looked to where her hands rested on the floor, she could smell the aroma emanating from the long, soft, black leather gloves which delicately wrapped themselves around each of her fingers, her hands and ultimately up her wrist towards her elbows. She felt the heavy dangling of her lead and looked at the thick leather collar that sat buckled around her neck.

She caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled a wicked smile to herself. She looked good & by fuck she was turned on...

Bob Hedges stood tall above the figure on all fours at his feet. He looked down upon her, smiling as wicked thoughts rushed through his mind. Dressed up in one of his wife's favourite outfits was his 18 year old step-daughter. The girl he had treated like his own flesh and blood, the girl he would give the world to had she only treated both him & her mother with a little bit of respect, the girl he was now going to show the error of her ways.

He strolled over to the bed and picked up a black riding crop. Returning to his new pet, obviously walking the long way around her so she caught sight of his weapon of choice, he stood facing her backside. Extending his arm out, he slowly ran the tip down her back towards the rounded exposed cheeks of her bottom causing her to jump slightly. Resting the tip on her bottom, he allowed her to wiggle as the nervous sensations caused her to tremble beneath him.

He held this position, long enough for her to feel comfortable before expertly sliding the tip down across her arse hole and onto her quivering pussy. 

She shimmered as the tip brushed against her, feeling the wave of excitement and anticipation building within her. She almost wanted to push back on it to speed the process up.

He held this position again, longer this time, sensing her excitement. Ever so slowly, did he manoeuvre the tip across her pussy – back and forth, up and down in a circular motion meaning the slightest movement caused her sensations to build further. 

Instantly, he spun his position expertly around so that the body of the crop was now between her legs slowly rubbing her lips up and down. He watched as she eagerly let out a deep sigh and attempted to gyrate herself back onto the crop. Each time she shimmied back, the further away he moved the crop.

'Hold your position little girl.' He whispered.

'Yesssss Sirrrrr....' She hissed back, the pressure now building inside her as the anticipation reached bursting point. 

He reached forward and picked up her leash, motioning her to rise up and rest on her knees. As she did, he bent his legs so that he was beside her and able to look into her eyes.

'Hands on your head little girl.' He whispered, softly smiling that coy smile as he felt her dark eyes pierce into him.

Instantly she locked her leather covered fingers together and rested them on top of her head. This position made her back arch, and her leather encased body taught, pushing her breasts further out of their cups – nipples standing on full attention through the dangling chains.

With his free hand, he reached down and swiftly ran his fingers across her pussy. Dripping wet with excitement, he could feel her juices moisten his hand. Ever so slowly, he rubbed back and forth, watching for that moment when the sensations shot up her body and registered impact on her brain.

The connection didn't take long and almost instantly she was cooing, sighing & panting.

'Oh daddy....' She moaned.

'You like that little girl?' he asked.

'Oh yes daddy.' She murmured in an attempt at a focused response.

'Have you even been this excited?' he asked, smiling into her eyes.

'No daddy. Never. Please daddy, it's so good.' She panted at him.




The Brat



With a harrumph and a little bit of bitchiness, Isabelle got into the car and they started to drive home. Alex recognized Isabelle's mood. During the last weeks, she had been more and more emboldened to push his buttons. Due to health concerns, they had not been as intimate as either of them would have liked. As a result Alex was frustrated and Isabelle was frayed. Whenever she felt frayed and distant she tended to oscillate between an attitude of helplessness and cheekiness where she pushed Alex's buttons. In short Isabelle was being a brat.

"Really?" - She asked.

"Yes Isabelle, I really do have to travel on Friday, but it is a one day trip, I'll be back in the evening."

"I bet you're going to see another woman."

"Isabelle, don't be ridiculous. You know I love you. You are my soul mate, I can see into your soul. Why would I be going to see another woman?"

"I know you wouldn't, sometimes it's just how I feel."

"Do you believe that I would risk the closeness we have for another..."

Alex realized that he was arguing logic against Isabelle's emotional side. This wasn't a time for words, no matter how much sense they made. Alex found an alley and followed it until they couldn't easily be seen from the street.

"What are you doing?"

Alex reached over and began to play with Isabelle's hair, when his hand was in the right location, he closed around a handful; he kissed her. It wasn't an "I love you" peck that grew into a passionate kiss, rather it was a full on passionate, desperate open mouthed kiss. Alex pulled Isabelle's head back, and pushed his tongue into her mouth, until his found hers and their tongues danced. As Alex kissed her, he repeated into her mouth, into her very essence:

"I love you, and you belong to me. There is no one else between us."

As the kiss broke, Isabelle sat breathless and quiet. After a moment she settled into the crook of his arm so that they could finish the drive home.

~~*~~

On the Friday, Alex was at work in his meetings when his phone buzzed. He looked down to see a text from Isabelle with a photo. The photo was of Isabelle nude except for a strategically placed text overlay. She was smiling but her nipples were hidden. She was also holding her vibrator. She hadn't used it yet, but she was threatening.

Alex responded with: "Isabelle, don't you dare. Not until I get home."

Isabelle, being a brat, sent another picture of her vibrator and the glass dildo that she liked to use.

~~*~~

Alex drove towards home. He used his two hour drive to reflect on their marriage. Their recent health concern pretty much behind them, both he and Isabelle needed time to find each other again. It's not that there had been trouble or difficulty, it's that they just needed to re-establish themselves in their D/s relationship. Alex, aware that the kids would be away from now until Monday, thought this an excellent opportunity for what he had in mind. The fact that Isabelle had been a brat played right into his hands.

With a stop at the local sex shop, he picked up a new toy. Made of ceramic, it could be warmed by filling it with water. It was larger than she was used to. Then he drove right to the house and parked down the street.

Alex texted Isabelle and told her he'd been delayed and was just leaving now, he would be home in two and a half hours.

Isabelle's bratty streak stood in full swing. Their conversation went:

Alex: Delayed baby girl, I'm leaving now. I'll be home in two and a half hours.

Isabelle: Really? I'm Naked. I expected you in minutes, not hours. I'll just get dressed. I'm going to head out for a bit.

Alex: No Isabelle. Stay naked. Relax I'll be home as soon as I can. Send me a picture?

Isabelle: Nope. I'm already dressed.

Alex: Isabelle! You brat, you're not already dressed, stay naked.

Isabelle: Nope.

Alex: Isabelle, don't. I'll be home as soon as I can, and I want my baby girl to be naked.

Isabelle: Ok. I'll stay naked. You're still not getting your picture. ;p

Alex: Not even a housecoat Isabelle.

When Alex waited 3 minutes and had not heard a response or received his picture, he knew he wouldn't get either. This type of delay would upset Isabelle. She would be surprised and happy to see him. It was time.

He grabbed his plain bag from the sex shop and headed to the house. He opened the door, announced himself so that Isabelle wouldn't be completely freaked out and rushed/stormed upstairs.

When he got to the bedroom, he found Isabelle naked as she had promised.

"What are you doing ho.."

Alex pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her before she could complete her sentence.

"I love you, and you belong to me. It's time you were reminded of that."

"I do know that."

"Intellectually, yes you do, but lately at an emotional level you've been all over the place. It's time."

Reaching into his night side stand Alex pulled out their ropes. He quickly secured Isabelle's hands together with a 3/8" piece of rope. From her bound wrists, he pulled her up out of bed, stood her up, and stretched his arms over her head.

"You Ok?" Alex asked.

Isabelle simply nodded, quieting herself.

Alex told Isabelle to continue to hold her arms over her head.

Alex gazed at the site standing in front of him; his beautiful wife, fully naked. The hair between her legs had become untamed, but that would change this weekend. Light brown, it matched the hair on her head and contrasted with her porcelain white skin. The pink nipples that adorned her breasts were the perfect size, shape and color for nipples; something you would see in a magazine. She had large full breasts that he liked to touch. Her body's wonderland of erogenous zones never ceased to amaze him. He liked to discover more and more of these by pushing her boundaries as his submissive.

He took a heavier piece of rope, somewhere in the ¾ inch thickness, and started to tie a chest harness on his Isabelle. She stood quietly with her hands over her head, feeling the ropes as they went around her torso. Alex always started with the rope doubled. He started in the center of her back, holding a loop in place. He put one wrap around her body, lifting each breast as he passed the rope under them. Then the rope made its way back to the loop. With a method that Isabelle was all too familiar with, the harness began to form around her torso. Alex made sure there was space in the harness and she was comfortable. Finally as the rope was woven into its final shape, it is pulled taught causing Isabelle's breasts to be pulled up and held in place. Isabelle is being driven into her quiet space. This is the beginning of the bratty-ness leaving Isabelle.

Isabelle's arms had started to shake from the time she has had to hold them over her head. Not letting Isabelle bring her arms down, Alex stepped back to admire his handy work.

Alex admired how she stood with her eyes open looking at him. He has always loved the way she looked at him. He admired the way her body looked with her arms over her head. He took his time and admired every inch of her body. Her master whispered of the things he loved, kissing each one of them. Alex kissed from the tip of her forehead, to each of her beautiful blue eyes, to her lips, neck and shoulders. Neither of them mentions her arms shaking. It has become a game. Isabelle was holding them up because she knew it pleased Alex. He was not letting her lower them. This was part of finding each other. This is what they needed; the dichotomy of feelings, the contrast of the burning in her shoulders with Alex's lips on her body. The mixture of the pleasure of Alex's lips and the pain in her shoulders served to drive Isabelle deeper into her meditative state. Alex continued to kiss her body, her nipples each get enveloped into his mouth where he swirled his tongue around them until they became stiff.

With Isabelle's shoulders on fire, Alex stepped up and wrapped himself around her, and pulled her arms down over his head so that she could hug him. He kissed her and they checked in to ensure Isabelle was still doing ok.

When she acknowledged, Alex again reached into the nightstand and pulled out a blindfold. As the blindfold descended over her eyes, and blackness enveloped her, Alex saw Isabelle get quieter still. Alex made a note of how easily Isabelle had slipped into her quiet space and that coming out would need to be a very gradual process.

"Who is your master Isabelle?"

"You are Alex, only you."

"I love you baby girl. I want you to kneel."

With that Isabelle dropped to her knees, Alex again went to their toy box and pulled out Isabelle's collar. It was a collar they had picked up from an artisan in Montreal. After Alex had put on his beautiful lover, Isabelle reached up and touched it and moaned. She felt Alex's hardness through his pants. With the collar Alex had driven her to a space where she needed to please him and she needed to touch him. She placed her tied arms down and tucked her head into his hips. Alex placed his hands in Isabelle's hair, knowing she needed this, knowing this would be a long loving evening. Soon his submissive needed him. She worked frantically at his belt buckle and started to undo it. After the belt, Isabelle worked on his fly. Once she had his pants undone she pulled them down and Alex stepped out. His cock was standing stiff and straight out.

Isabelle's lips touched the tip of his penis. She rubbed her lips on the tip and when she pulled away, they glistened with his pre-cum. Her tongue flicked the end of his cock. Alex sighed and moaned as his beautiful wife slowly made love to his cock with her mouth. As if in defiance, Isabelle's brattyness resurfaced. She quickly took Alex as deep as she could. As the head of his penis cleared into her throat there was a soft popping sensation. She started to bob up and down on Alex's cock. He realized she was trying madly to get him to cum.

"Not yet Isabelle." Alex used his hands in her hair to grab a handful and then pulled her off of his cock.

"Time for what's next."

Alex clipped her tied arms to her chest harness. With the blindfold on and her wrists bound to her chest, he led Isabelle into the bathroom and seated her in the red leather lounger. They long ago installed a seat in the bathroom. They found it much more dignified than the commode for play.

~~*~~

The sound of hair clippers filled the air. Alex kissed Isabelle deeply and spread her legs. With the clippers he slowly trimmed the hair on Isabelle's mound. The hair came away wet with excitement and sexual tension. As he trimmed, the vibration from the clippers was not wasted on Isabelle's clitoris. Every time he came near her clit, the back of the clipper was pushed into the top of her slit, and Isabelle let out a moan. Alex chose to leave a small, well-trimmed triangular patch over Isabelle's pubic area. Part of their D/s relationship was that Alex controlled the hair on Isabelle's mound. Today, he had shaped it to please her. He then flushed the hair that he had trimmed away. Warm water and a razor quickly cleared away the stubble left by the clippers.

Again he stepped back to admire his beautiful wife. She was blindfolded, wearing her collar, and her wrists were tied to the deep blue body harness made of soft cotton rope. He continually spoke so that Isabelle was aware that he was in the room. His voice soothed her when she was blindfolded. Alex headed over to the medicine cabinet and then the sink, encouraging Isabelle with a mantra:

"You belong to me Isabelle, I need you, I want you, I love you. I am your master, you are my lusty wench."

When Alex stopped talking Isabelle's hearing and curiosity was piqued when the sound of a spritz bottle filled the air. She recognized the sound of their toy cleaner and realized that they owned a new toy. She squirmed with excitement.

With a touch of the ceramic to her body and his firm grip on the body harness, she jumped, Alex asked "Are you still ok? Are you ready Isabelle?"

Isabelle nodded, and they headed back to the bedroom.

~~*~~

When they arrived back in their bedroom, Alex laid Isabelle on her back. A third piece of rope bound Isabelle's legs. A spreader bar holding Isabelle's legs apart had been fashioned from the rope. Alex asked her to get to her knees. He proceeded to unclip Isabelle's wrists and tie them to the spreader.

She found herself on her knees with her legs spread apart by a piece of rope. She was bent over with her head turned sideways on the bed because of her wrists bound to the spreader. The blindfold in place, bum in the air and head down.

Alex held her bottom with one hand, leaned in to Isabelle's ear and whispered:

"Isabelle, we've made it. You were concerned that the time without intimacy would have a negative impact. Yet here we are."

Alex retrieved a flogger from their toy box. Made up of glass handle embossed with gold patterning and leather lashes it could be used to caress or redden a bottom. Alex started to thump her bottom. Her backside had lost familiarity with the blows and reddened more quickly than Alex had expected.

Alex loved the fact that with a pillow between Isabelle's legs, her vagina was just at the right height for a Hitachi vibrator to be leaned up against her clitoris. It drove her wild.

Under the hum of the vibrator, the smell of Isabelle's sex filled the air and her thighs had become coated with her moisture. Alex began to insert their new toy. The toy met with resistance; it was something larger than Isabelle had ever used.

"Isabelle, who is your master?"

"You are Alex"

"Relax Isabelle, let it happen. Relax."

Isabelle was in a state of feeling. With her master's words the new toy slipped into her vagina.

Alex stopped the vibrator. Isabelle yelled out in frustration.

He kissed Isabelle, and she returned it with wanton desire. This was the moment she knew that the desire of their relationship had not faded or dwindled.

Alex placed himself in such a way that he was behind his beautiful wife. With a flick, the vibrator came to life. Alex was using the toy to fuck Isabelle with one hand, and with the other, he was reddening her bottom. All the while whispering to her. The words; a mantra:

"You belong to me Isabelle. You are my wife; my partner; my lover; my wench. Cum for me Isabelle. Cum for me."

Within a matter of minutes Isabelle called out and her body stiffened. Alex stopped spanking her and rubbed her bottom, while playing with the toy. The vibrator continued its incessant rumbling near her clit. After what seemed an eternity, Isabelle's body stopped writhing.

With a loving and tenderness that belied the redness in Isabelle's bottom, Alex untied Isabelle's hands and loosened the rest of the restraints. As she came back to herself, she began to shiver. Alex took Isabelle in his arms and held her and played with her hair, until the shakes subsided. The ropes got loosened a little more, and the lights in the bedroom dimmed. With the soft light from the hall, Alex took the blindfold off of Isabelle. 

For a moment Isabelle didn't recognize anything; her location, what she had been doing; even her Alex. He gathered her, kissed her, loved her, and held her. She remembered her ordeal, and whispered:

"Master, it was amazing, take me."

Their love making was languid. All the negative emotions of the past months had evaporated. 

They'd been replaced with all the love and respect that they'd found in this type of relationship. Soon Isabelle's gentle thrusts to meet Alex became more urgent.

"I need you to come inside of me Master."

His thrusts became more insistent, after a moment, with a grunt and a stiffening of his body Alex came.

They settled down and snuggled each other, aware that over days which followed, their endorphin levels would return to normal. There may be a feeling of emptiness caused be the endorphin drop that occurred after play. They would be hyper aware of these loneliness feelings in each other as they knew it was difficult to recognize them in themselves. This time after, and the need for each other it generated, was their favorite time in the power nuances they shared as part of who they were.



The Brat Buster



Master comes home from work to find his kitten kneeling by the door waiting for me as she always does. You won't look me in the eyes and that stops me as I reach out for you. What has happen kitten I ask you? 

You look at my feet when I now know something did, and you tell me that you were a bad kitty today. When you said bad kitty I knew exactly what was wrong but I made you suffer by telling me what had happened. Stuttering you tell me you emailed me and I didn't answer and you had to cum from thinking of the other nights spanking. 

I had been in meetings all day so I never got to check my email but she had broken a rule and there had to be a price to pay. You tell me the kids have been feed and bathed and are in bed due to I had late meetings. I would spend sometime with the kids in the morning before school and I leave late for work. You tell me dinner is in kitchen and ready to be heated anytime I wanted it, as if you were trying to distract me from your misbehavior. 

I look down at you and tell you to look at me kitten. You realize you're not going to slip this one by me and even knew you wouldn't because for two years you have behaved so well. You also knew what was going to happen to and had been dreading this all day because you had done so well and it never was taken from it's spot except to be cleaned of the dust. 

Telling you please go get your paddle and meet me at the chair kitten. You tell me yes Sir and as I watch you get up I sit down in the special spanking chair we had picked out when I moved from Texas two years ago to be used only for this part and nothing else, even guest to our house was never allowed to sit in it or even me unless it was to use the paddle. A lot of people questioned about the chair and I always enjoyed you explaining what it was to them and watching the pride in you as you always knew you would obey and never feel it.

Well today would change everything for it had happened and as you picked the paddle from its place of honor in our house and nervously walked over to me with it kneeling by my side and asking me please may I give Master my paddle to be used for correction of His kitten. Telling you yes you may kitten as you place it in my hand and I feel it for the first time since I moved to you. It feels so smooth and warm almost alive in my hand like it has a life of it own. 

I tell you kitten Master loves you and this hurts me to administer then it does for you to receive, but there must be a price for disobedience and you have done so well for 2 years. So to be using that as a sign your spanking well be 24 smacks with the Brat Buster, and you well count them out for me and say thank you for each one and for each one that instruction isn't followed to the letter well be added 5 smacks per missed. 

Bowing your head in submission you say yes Master. I tell you to remove your robe and lay over my lap. With this complete I rub my hand over that smooth tender ass knowing this is going to be hard but it well be over soon. Without warning I smack your ass with the paddle bringing a yipe from you of shock realizing this is really happening as you say 1 thank you Master for my punishment of disobedience. Twice and three times I lay the paddle as you follow instructions to the T. When I reach number twelve I feel the hot tears on my hip but you still are strong knowing you can do this and even if it happened again it wouldn't be to hard to handle the paddle even though you hate it.

Then number nineteen hits hard and your ass feels on fire and you decide you can't take any more of this you're way and begin to beg me to stop. When number twenty hits your ass is on fire and doesn't seem to feel it ever well stop but you still do as instructed realizing that there is a price to disobedience. Finally the 24th one land and you scream out. 

I pull you to me and hold you and tell you I love you and I hope once you put this back in its home I well never need to hold it in my hand again. Returning to kneeling beside me after returning the paddle to its home asking me if you wanted me to heat up our dinner. I tell you no that can wait I feel we need to go to Masters Chamber from the feel of how wet your pussy got I feel the need to taste some fresh cream. You look at me with a smile realizing that the punishment had turned Master on just as it had you and as I lead you into the Chamber you wonder well that paddle stay up there never to be in Masters Hand again or not. 

As the door to the Chamber closes and the restraints close tightly around you and the clamps are placed on your nipples and clit setting you even more on fire watching Master looking over His toy table you think, "Well that paddle stay in its home never to be removed again or not" 

To be continued or not Smile...