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Getting to Know Step-Mother

Prologue

Barbara had no idea how her life was to change as she entered, after being called into the living room by her father.  There sat a woman she had never seen before.  Her father introduced her as Helen, the woman he was about to marry the next day.

Barbara was astounded.  Her father and she had had a rather strained relationship ever since her mother had died of cancer two years before.  As a 16 year old, she had been pretty much left to herself by him, both before and after her Mom’ death . As he traveled often, she saw little of him except for weekends, and his aloofness had made it difficult for her to ever get close to him.  The result was a lot of free time for Barbara and not much guidance.  This was about to change.

?Your father tells me you were expelled from school recently, for smoking marijuana on school grounds.  Is that correct??

Barbara lowered her eyes, and joined her hands behind her back.

?Yes Ma’am, but I never smoked it before.  A friend brought some to school and offered me a smoke.  We went behind the school and got caught almost immediately, so I?.?

?I’m not interested in your excuses, Barbara.  Obviously you need someone to get you back on track.  I hear your grades are poor, and your father says you’ve been disrespectful and difficult for some time.  That will change immediately.  Do you understand??

Barbara looked over at her father for reassurance, but saw only a rather enigmatic smile on his face.  She looked back at Helen, a woman in her late 30’s, attractive, though somewhat puritanical-looking, hair pulled back in a bun and little makeup.  Physically, she appeared to be well-built and svelte, though her attire, at the moment, did little to show her attributes.

?Yes Ma’am, but I??

?No buts!  To start with, you will begin home-study next week.  I used to be a 10th grade teacher, so I will begin instructing you in all your studies, and you will start shaping up immediately.  As for your attitude adjustment, that will begin as soon as the wedding is over tomorrow.  Your father has an important sale he needs to see to in Seattle the day after tomorrow, so we won’t be going on our honeymoon until next month.?

Barbara looked over at her father again.  ?Daddy, I didn’t even know you were dating.?

?Well, Dear, Helen and I have known each other since high school, and we recently ran into each other, and after two weeks of seeing each other, we realized that the attraction we had back then was still there.  I’ve felt for a long time, since your mom died, in fact, that you needed more attention than I’m able to give you, and Helen said she’d be happy to take that on, as well.?

?Now, Barbara, suppose you go back to whatever you were doing, assuming it wasn’t smoking Mary Jane or one of your other nasty habits, so your father and I can discuss the wedding plans.?

Chapter 1

At the wedding, Barbara met her step-brother, Andy, for the first time, a relative no one had gotten around to telling her about.  Andy was 14, a rather thin, acne-faced kid, who, when they were introduced immediately began leering at her, his eyes sweeping up and down her body like a cat-scan.  He obviously liked what he saw.

The wedding and reception were over quickly and the ride back to the house did little to reassure Barbara.  There was no small talk, and sitting beside Andy in the back seat, she could feel his inspection of her attributes continuing, making little pretense of his special interest in her breasts.

Once in the house, a meeting was called in the living room again.  When she arrived after Helen had called her in, she found everyone, including Andy, seated.  She started to sit, but was interrupted by Helen, who quickly let her know who was in charge.

?No need to sit, Barbara. I just wanted to let you know how things will be from here on.  Andy’s room will be the one next to yours, and you’ll have to share the bathroom down the hall.  I’ll tell you right now, I am a stickler for things being done correctly.  I will not put up with any impudence, back-talk or attitude.  I know you have been getting away with murder in the past, but that will stop now.?

The first of many tears began to roll down Barbara’s face.

?But I haven’t done anything??

?That’s exactly what I’m talking about.  You will not talk back to me, do you understand?  That sort of sass will cease, or you’ll find out what I’m talking about.  Do you understand??

Barbara looked over at her father, who once again said nothing, preferring to let Helen lay down the law. 

?Yes ma’am, but I don’t know why?.?

?It’s not your job to ask why.  As a matter of fact, I will tell you right now that the words ?why? and ?no? are no longer in your vocabulary!  Any time I hear either word, henceforth, will result in a spanking, twenty strokes for either. Do I make myself clear??

The tears really began streaming down Barbara’s face, as she realized that no one was coming to her defense.  A look at Andy showed a huge smile of satisfaction.

?A spanking.  But I’m too old to be spanked!  I’ll try to??

?See!  There you go again.  Back talk!  You just don’t learn, do you??

?No!  I wasn’t trying to sass you.  I just wanted to say??

?There’s that word, ?no?.  I just told you what would happen and you persist.  Come over here, girl! Now!?

Barbara lowered her head again and stepped over to face Helen, who sat on the large sofa.

Before she knew what was happening, Helen had grabbed Barbara’s arm, swinging her down over her lap, sweeping her skirt up above her waist and, as she gripped her waist with one arm, began tugging her panties down.

?No, no, please don’t. Not my panties.  Please!  I’ll be good.?

?There’s that word, twice more.  That puts the spanks up to 60.  Keep it up!?

Barbara made the attempt to pull herself off Helen’s lap but found her strength was no match for Helen’s.  Her round pink buttocks shown like a beacon, between the rucked-up skirt and the panties encircling her thighs.

The first sweep of Helen’s hand and the smack that followed surprised more than hurt Barbara, and she let out a startled ?Oh!?  The next spank really hurt, though, and as the tears began pouring down her face, she began uttering pleas for forgiveness.

Smack!

?Oh please don’t.  I’ll try to do whatever you want. Please let me go.?

Smack!

?It hurts.  Please stop.  Oh, it hurts so much??

Smack!

The pink buttocks began turning a slightly pinker after the sixth swat.  Barbara continued to wriggle on Helen’s lap, with no success.  Had she been able to look over at her father and Andy, she’d have seen two males sitting forward on their chairs, almost mesmerized by what was happening in front of them, but Barbara’s eyes were so puffy and filled with tears that she saw nothing.  Soon she closed her eyes to the hurt that was being delivered to her poor rear end. There seemed to be no end.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

?Aoww!  Oh, God.  Please! Please!  Why are you doing this to me?  I??

?There’s that other word. No ?why’s?, remember?  You’ve just upped your total to 80 spanks.  You want to try for 100?? 

Smack!  Swat!  Splat!

?Oh, no!  Please!  I can’t take any more.  Please!?

?And yet another 20.  You don’t get it at all, do you, little girl??

The placement of her panties right below her butt prevented either of the males from seeing any of her privates, but that did not prevent either one from starting a growing erection.

And still the spanks continued.  Barbara’s nates were beginning to turn a deep red, by the time Helen had reached the 50th smack.  At his point, Barbara was only moaning in low tones, occasionally letting out a little squeak, when Helen applied her hand more vigorously.  Had she been able to look up at Helen, she would have seen a slight smile crossing her face.  She was in her element!

By the time she had administered the 80th spank, Helen’s hand was beginning to hurt, but the smile remained as she continued administering the painful spanking.  On the 100th smack she pushed Barbara off her lap, causing the girl to land on her almost blistered beet-red butt.

?Oof. Oh, my God.  Ohh, it hurts.  It hurts.?

As she struggled to rise, Barbara was completely uncaring that her lightly covered pussy was in full view.  The males were not.  They both watched with wide eyes as she rolled over onto her knees to relieve the pain on her bottom, then tried to stand up with her panties hindering her move.  She stumbled but finally stood on her two feet.  She began to pull her panties up, but was stopped by Helen’s stern command.

?No you don’t Missy!  You let those panties drop to the floor.  Then tuck in your skirt to your belt and go over to the corner.  Tears still streaming, Barbara dropped her panties to the floor, tucked in her skirt, which now left her bare in front and back and stepped over to the corner, sniffling.  She began to face the corner, when Helen stopped her again.

?Whoa, young lady.  I want you facing out, so everyone can see your fakey tears.  Barbara, with a sigh, turned to face the three witnesses and placed her hands over her young pussy, sparsely enough covered that one could see the little slit down the middle.

?Damn it, take those hands away.  I wouldn’t think you’d want your father seeing you diddling yourself for everyone to see.?

?I wasn’t trying to?.?

?You haven’t learned yet, have you?  You just love to talk back, don’t you?  Just for that, you can spread those legs and put your hands behind your head and stand there for a half hour.?

?Spread ‘em more!  Further!?

At this point, Barbara had her feet spread about three feet apart, and the three watchers could see some evidence of her pink outer lips.  The males were delighted and turned fully in order to watch the bad girl standing so pitifully with her tear-streamed face and open-legged exhibit.

Helen started conversing about the wedding, and both males uttered an occasional agreement, but their eyes remained glued to the sobbing girl’s vagina.  It was the first one Andy had seen in his life and the first time her father had seen Barbara’s bare pussy since she was very young.

When the half hour was up, Helen told Barbara the punishment was over, to go put on her nightgown, come back and say goodnight and go to bed.  It was still barely 7 o’clock, but Barbara was not about to ask about dinner.

After changing into her nightgown, Barbara washed her face, smoothed a damp cool washcloth over her still vividly crimson backside and returned to the living room, where the others were chatting.  Conversation ceased as Helen spoke.

?Well, there’s Miss Druggie!  All better now, Sweetie??

?Yes, thank you.?

?Okay, then kiss the boys goodnight and off you go.?

?Andy, too??

?Well, of course, Andy.  He’s your brother, now.?

Barbara went to her father first, gave him a slight peck and then moved over to Andy.  She leaned over to give him a peck as well, but he was having none of that, and grabbing her neck gave her a very unbrotherly kiss, which lasted eight to ten seconds.  Barbara finally was able to pull herself away.  As she stood there half blushing, but totally astonished at such a crude show, she heard Helen laugh behind her.  She turned to see a look of delight on Helen’s face.

?See.  Andy wants to show you there are no hard feelings.  I know he hopes this will be a good lesson for you, and that you’ll stop being such a bad little girl from now on, don’t you, Honey??

As Andy uttered in the affirmative, Barbara started to make her getaway and go to bed.

?Wait a minute, Sweetcheeks.  You haven’t thanked me for helping you get started on the right track.  Come over here.?  Barbara hesitated, loathing the idea of an apology.  ?NOW!?

She slowly moved to her new step-mother, standing before her with her head lowered.

?Thank you,? she murmured in a barely audible voice. She began to turn to leave.

?For what, you ungrateful child??

?For? helping me ? learn to behave.?

?And what two words are you never to use??

?Wwwhy ? and nnno.?

?Right.  Now, get to bed!?

Barbara plodded off to bed, hungry but happy to get there.  She spent a good deal of time rubbing her sore buttocks and had a fairly sleepless night.

Chapter 2

The sun had not risen yet, when Barbara felt Helen poking her in the butt.

?Wake up, druggie!  Time to rise and shine.?

?What time is it??  The lack of sleep had her still drowsy.  ?Why do I need to get up now??

?Your memory is for the birds, isn’t it?  What were the two words you were not to say again??

?Oh.  Wwwhy and nnno.?

?So you’ve started off the day with 20 spanks coming to you.  We don’t have time to take care of them right now, because I have to get your father to the airport, but I have an idea those won’t be your only demerits for the day at the rate you accumulate them.  Now get up and make some breakfast for the three of us.?

?But I don’t know how to make breakfast.  I always get myself a Pop-Tart or cereal for myself.?

?Well, you’d better learn fast ‘cause if there aren’t eggs and bacon and toast on the table when we’re ready, your ass is grass. UP!?

Barbara began to cry as Helen left the room.  She pulled on a robe over her nightgown and set out to conquer the kitchen.  Unfortunately, the kitchen conquered her.  When Helen and her father got there to eat, they were greeted by singed toast, fried eggs that were overdone and burned bacon.  

?You really are a total loss aren’t you?? quipped Helen in her most sardonic tone. ?We’ll have to grab some fast food on the way to the airport.  You’re in big trouble, Barbie doll.  We’ll talk about it when I get back.  In the meantime, this house is a mess.  I don’t think you ever cleaned anything in it.  That’s gonna change, as of today.  By the time I get back, I want to see most of the windows in this house sparkling.?

Barbara kissed her father goodbye and, once they’d gone, sat at the table and wept.  After cleaning the dishes, she went to her bedroom and jumped into a pair of shorts, panties, her bra and a tee-shirt.  After searching the utility closet she found there was no window cleaning liquid anywhere.  Quickly she decided to use detergent, mixed it in water and set out to clean the windows.  It didn’t take long to find that the detergent was leaving streaks when she tried to rub it off.  Since she had nothing else to use, she felt she’d better just continue.  At least Helen would be able to see that she’d tried.

She had gotten fifteen or twenty panes clean, when she heard a noise behind her.  Looking around, she saw that Andy had arisen, and was leaning in the doorway behind her in his underwear, scratching himself.

?Whatcha doin’, Sis??

?What does it look like, Twerp?  Duh!?

?Well, you don’t have to be nasty about it, you know.?

?And why didn’t you have to get up with the rest of us??

?Sounds like I just heard a word that’s verboten around here.  Mom’s gonna be upset when she hears that.?

Barbara jumped up with true fear in her eyes.  ?I didn’t know I couldn’t say it to you.  I thought it was just her.  Oh, please don’t tell her, Andy.?

?Well, I don’t know.  What’s it worth to you??

?I’ll make your bed for a week, if you don’t say anything.?

?Are you kidding?  You’re gonna be making my bed every day anyway, probably.  How about stripping off your clothes, so I can see what you got under there.?

?No way! That’s disgusting. Forget it.?

?Okay. No skin off my butt, but there will be off yours.?  He turned to move away.

?Wait!  How about just the top?  You’ve already seen my bottom last night.?

?OK.  But it’s got to be the shirt and bra.?

?All right.  But that’s all.?

Barbara quickly skinned out of her tee-shirt and a little more slowly undid her bra and let it slip down her arms.  Andy moved over within a foot of her and stared.  Her breasts were a nice size for a 16-year-old, perhaps even a little larger that most girls her age, but her nipples, her nipples were something else.  Puffies would be the best description.  They were like huge pink bee-stings on the end of her breasts, taking up perhaps 25% of the breast,  and those bee-stings had darker much smaller bee-stings in front of them.  Andy’s mouth began to water.  She waited a moment, and then started to pull the bra back up to hook it.

?Whoa, babe.  Those are the neatest nips I’ve ever seen in all the magazines I’ve ever looked at.  How about letting me suck on one of ‘em for a minute??

?Forget it, Buster.  We agreed I’d show you and that’s all.?  She finished putting her bra on and pulled her tee over her head.

?Be that way.  We’ll see what Mom has to say when she gets home.?

?Well, if you mention my using the word, I’m going to tell her that you made me take off my shirt and bra.?

?Go ahead.  Bet you get the twenty, anyway.  See ya.?  With this he turned and went back into his room.

Barbara began to cry again, as she picked up the pail and started washing more windows.  She had washed most of the windows on one side of the house, when she heard the car drive up.  She sat back on her heels and sighed in relief that she’d gotten so much done in Helen’s absence. 

Chapter 3

?What in God’s name have you done, girl!?

?Wha? I washed the windows like you told me.?

?They’re all streaked!  It’s worse than it was.?

?I couldn’t find any window cleaner, so I used detergent.?

?You really are a Barbie doll, aren’t you?  Pretty and dumb.?

Once again, the tears began to flow down Barbara’s face.  She lowered her head and turned away from Helen.

?All right.  We may as well use what you’ve got.  Get into the kitchen and start on the kitchen floor.  It’s filthy.  Get a brush and start rubbing.?

As Barb scrubbed away on the floor, Helen sat at the kitchen table watching her closely.  Occasionally she would point out a place her step-daughter had missed.  Suddenly Andy appeared in the hall doorway.

?So you finally got her doing something useful.?  They both watched Barbara laboring away for a minute.

?Did she tell you she asked me WHY I didn’t get up with you guys this morning, Mom.?

Helen jumped out of her chair and grabbed Barbara up by her long yellowish hair, yanking her up to face her.

?Who do you think you are to question what I decide, bitch?  Are you trying to tell me what’s what??

?Nnnn? I wasn’t trying to do that.  I just asked a question.?  She writhed in pain as Helen continued holding a large clump of her hair, yanking up with each statement.

?But Andy said if I didn’t take off my shirt and bra, he’d tell you about my saying? that word.?

?Now you’re trying to blame Andy for this.  From what I’ve heard it was probably your idea to strip.  The perfect little exhibitionist, I’m told by your father.?

?He couldn’t have said that.  I’ve always been a good girl.?

?So now you’re calling me a liar, too, are you?  Nobody calls me a liar, especially a snot-nosed drug addict.  That’ll get you 30 more.  Is what she says true about the stripping, Andy??

?No, Ma. I came in and she started coming on to me right away.  I guess I was looking at her boobs, and she said ?Hey, want to see what I’ve got up here?? and I said sure.?  

?Nnn? That wasn’t it at all.  He made me.  And after I did take my bra off, he wanted to suck on my nipple, and he said if I didn’t let him he’d tell you.  I put my clothes back on, and now he’s told you.?

The firm yank on Barbara’s hair convinced her she was about to lose it all, and she cried out in pain.

Barbara tried to look over at Andy for help, but all she saw out of the corner of her eyes was the usual satisfied smirk on his face.

?So you lied to me, and you’ve used the words ?no? and ?why? four times already this morning.  For lying, that’ll be 30 swats, and 80 for the two words.  Well, you’re starting off with a bang today, aren’t you, Dopey? 110 and we’ve barely gotten started.  Both of you go in the living room now.  I want to change out of these clothes and get into something comfortable.?

Barbara, knowing what was in store, began sobbing as she and Andy moved into the living room.

They both seated themselves, Andy crossing his arms in satisfaction and Barbara continuing to cry, for what seemed forever to her.

Shortly Helen appeared, dressed in a pair of hip-huggers and a halter-top.  This was the first time Barbara had gotten a good look at Helen’s body.  She really was in great shape.  Her breasts were large, but not overly so, and her hips were well-rounded with long slim legs.  Obviously she had taken care of herself over the years.

?OK, strip, Gypsy!  Let’s see what ya got.?

Can’t I just take off my pants, please? ?

?You just gotta argue, don’t you?  You have 30 seconds to get EVERYTHING off or we’ll just add to the total.?

Barbara jumped up and hurriedly shed her four pieces of clothing and stood there waiting.  She started to cover herself, but realized it would only get her in more trouble.

Helen moved over to her and stared closely at her nipples.  ?My God, I’ve never seen nipples like that in all my days.?  She grabbed the end of one tit and began squeezing it.

?Oh, please.  That hurts. Ohhh.?

?Real sensitive, are they, baby.  They’re hard when you squeeze ‘em, but when I rub the outside, they’re real soft.  No wonder Andy wanted to suck on ‘em.?

Andy, already knowing from having looked at nude pictures of girls in girlie magazines, asked innocently, ?Aren’t all nipples like hers, Mom??

?No, Honey.  Most of them are more like mine.  When women get past their teens their nipples turn brown and when they have babies they get long, so the baby can latch on. ?  Helen then moved over to where Andy was sitting and lifted her halter-top up to her shoulders and leaned in to give him a good look.

?Wow!  But your nipples are so long.  Is that the way most women’s are??

?Well, I have to admit your Grandpa helped there.  He decided he wanted my nipples to be longer, so when I was about Barbie’s age, he started wrapping my nipples with thread all the way from the base to the end of the nipple.  He kept that up for a couple of years, until they looked like they do now.  And that hurt, I can tell you.  But it was great when you came along, ‘cause they were extra sensitive and extra long and you’d latch on like there was no tomorrow, and we’d both have a great old time.?

Andy put his hand out and gently squeezed the brown tip.  It was soft and rubbery, and he moved in closer to it.  Barbara was shocked to see this incestuous type exchange being performed right in front of her.

?Gee, can I suck on one of ‘em now, Mom??

?No, Honey, not right now.  Maybe later.   For old times sake.?

Turning back to Barbara, she sauntered over to her, saying, ?Oh yeah, and while we’re on the subject, we’re throwing out all your bras.  Your tits are obviously firm enough, they don’t need the support, so out they go.?

The tears started to flow again, as she pled, ?But everyone will be able to see my nipples and my breasts are big enough that they shake without a bra.?

?I don’t want to hear it, cry-baby.  My mother never let me have a bra the whole time I was growing up.  She didn’t believe in bras.  Course her tits were so small, she didn’t need one.

The first bra I ever had was after I married and was nursing Andy.  Now take these scissors and go outside and cut me four or five long stems off of that bush by the front door.?

?Without any clothes on??

?Who the hell’s gonna see you.  This house is in the middle of nowhere with trees all around it.  You’d probably enjoy it if somebody saw you buck naked anyway.?

?But it’s cold outside.?

?Listen, my father used to punish me by sending me outside to stand naked in the cold during the winter, sometimes for half an hour or an hour at a time.  I’ll tell you, by the time he let me in, my nips were so long you could have hung laundry on ‘em!  I think he liked to see goose-bumps all over my boobs.  He finally cut that out after I came down with pneumonia.?

Barbara grabbed the scissors and ran out to cut five long branches off the bush, hurrying back and handing them to Helen, who took them and selected one.

?Shall I take the buds off them?,? asked Barbara.

?No, I think the buds will add to the effectiveness, so we’ll leave them on.  Now, go over to the couch where Andy’s sitting and lean over to him, facing him.

Barbara did so, her face just inches from Andy’s.  ?Now, Andy I want you to grab hold of Barbie’s nipples and hold on to them while the whipping is going on. It’ll keep her tied to one spot and give her something else to think about. I’ll be real upset if you let go until we’re done.?

Savoring the moment, Andy grabbed both nipples forcefully and pulled down, so that her face was almost in his lap.

?Ugh, oh please ? not so hard, Andy? Oh, God, you’re hurting me.?

This main concern ceased being her major care, as soon as the first slash hit her legs.

Swish! Splat!  ?Count them off, little girl, or they won’t count.? 

The first one was a real surprise and hit her high on the thighs.

?Ooooh.?

?Swish! Splat!  ?OK, I didn’t hear a number so we haven’t started yet?

?Oh, Oh, ONE!?

?That’s better.?  Swish! Splat!  ?Ah, TWO, TWO!?  That one hit a little higher on her thighs.

By the tenth blow, Helen had brought the switch in to hit the seamed area between the thighs and buttocks, and, after three or four in that general area, Barb was actually dancing a jig in front of Andy, in spite of his tight grip on both her tender nipples, which were being cruelly twisted and pulled, much to Andy’s enjoyment.

The next thirty or so were completely zeroed in on her two pink globes, and, at their completion, she was screaming, and copious tears were dripping onto Andy’s pants.  At fifty, Helen picked up a new switch and began low on the thighs again, and what Barbara had thought couldn’t get any sorer got much sorer.

Helen purposely suddenly hurried her hits to catch Barbara off guard every now and then.

Swish! Splat!  Swish Splat!  ?Oops, I didn’t hear a number then, so that one doesn’t count.?

?SIXTY-SIX!, SIXTY-SIX!?  ?Sorry, too late, you bad girl.  Just too bad for her own good, isn’t she, Andy?? Swish! Splat!  ?Oops, that switch is pretty well shattered.  Let me get another one.?

From the eightieth to the last blow, Barbara was almost whispering each number, she had screamed so much. Helen figured she had managed to get in a good five or six extra blows by speeding up the tempo occasionally.

Barb could feel the heat emanating from behind her.  Fortunately she was unable to see it yet.  Not only was the entire area a vivid red, but there were splotch marks all over, where the buds had marked her skin, and occasional raised raw-looking ridges, where Helen had paid special attention. 

?You can let go of her tits now, Andy.  You did a good job of holding onto her, though.  I’m proud of you, Son.?  Andy beamed.

As he let go, and Barbara started to straighten up, Helen caught herself.

?Oh.  You said you wanted to suck on her nipples and she wouldn’t let you earlier, right?  I’ll bet she’d be glad to let you suck on them now, wouldn’t you Barbie sweetie?  Bend over so Andy can get one of those nice ripe puffies in his mouth.?

Barbara knew better than to argue or even plead.  She leaned back over as Andy opened his mouth wide to engulf all of one large nipple.  For the next two or three minutes he sucked with all his strength, occasionally chewing, instead.  Barbara was so tired and hurt in so many places, she didn’t even react, until Andy bit hard enough to break the skin.

?AaaK!  Oh, please, it hurts already.  Please don’t bite so hard, Andy,? she whispered.

?Why don’t you move over to the other nipple, Dear?  We don’t want to hurt poor Barbie so much that we can’t play with her another time, do we??

And, without a break, he immediately moved over to the right breast and sucked in Barbara’s sore left nipple.  After another minute or two, Helen suggested he stop, because she had a few things to discuss with ?Lady Barbie?.  With a ?plop? he let go of the breast, and Barbara pulled up.

Completely beaten down and still weeping silently, she turned to Helen.

?Sit down, young lady.  I have a few questions, and I want the truth.  I can tell from looking at your eyes if you’re being truthful, and if you’re not, we’ll just start the whipping all over again.  Do I make myself clear??

?Yes, Ma’am, but I’d rather stand if it’s okay. I’m pretty sore,? was the whispered answer.

?You just can’t stop arguing with me, can you?  Your father was right.  You’re an impudent little twat.  Now sit down there before I give you another dose of the switch.  I’ve still got one left, you know.  Sure beats the hell out of spanking you with my hand.  NOW SIT!?

Barbara went to the softest chair in the room and sat, but it didn’t help.  The chair material was like sandpaper to her poor legs, and especially her super-sore butt.?

?Ooou, it hurts. Ooou.?    

?I want to know about your sexual experiences.  Are you a virgin, or have you let some boy stick it up that little vagina of yours??

Again the whispered answer.  ?Nnnn.. I’m still a virgin, ma’am.?

?Well, that will be easy enough to check out later, whether you’re lying or not.?

?Have you let the boys play with those gorgeous titties of yours??

?A couple.?

?Did they remove your bra, or was it over your clothes?  I want the truth, now.  No lies, remember.  Did they suck on your nipples??

?I let them take my bra off, and they sucked.?

?Did they play with your pussy??

?I let one of them finger me.  He was much older than I was, and I thought I loved him.?

?And did you play with his penis, while he was playing with your pussy??

?I was rubbing his penis, yes.?

?And I suppose you sucked these boys off.?

?Only the one I thought I loved, and I didn’t want to do that.  He suddenly grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down to his lap.  I tried to resist, but he made me open my mouth and put it in.  He held my head down there, and I was choking and gagging, but he wouldn’t let me up.  Finally he spurted in my mouth and made me swallow.  It was awful.?

?And that was the only time you gave anyone a blow-job??

?Yes, ma’am.  He never called me after that.?

?Well, I know all about that part of it.  I had two older brothers, who began making me give them head when the parents weren’t around, starting when I was about ten.  I tried to tell my mother what they were doing to me, and she called me a liar, saying I was just looking for attention and gave me one of the worst beatings of my life.  From that point on my brothers took every opportunity to get me alone.  By the time I was thirteen they had me trained so well I could deep-throat both of them for most of the blow-job.  So don’t feel like the Lone Ranger.  Now, let’s get you in the bathtub.  You’re filthy dirty from scrubbing that floor and washing those windows.?

?I’d really rather not take one right now, ma’am.  I’m pretty sore right now.?

?I really don’t care what you want, Dumbo.  You need a bath, it’ll help get  rid of some of that pain, and there are a few other things we need to attend to, regarding your personal hygiene.  Now get in that bathroom right this minute.  Andy, I might need your help.  Now, GIT, little cock-sucker!?

Chapter 4

The pretty nubile teen stood in the middle of the bathroom, as Helen turned on the hot water spigot, totally ignoring the cold water.  As the water rose, Barbara knew what Helen’s response would be, but had to ask anyway.

?Please, that water looks awfully hot. Could we add some cold water??

?Nonsense, Barbie.  The hot water will be good for your backside and help it heal.  I know what I’m talking about because my father used to make me take one like this, almost every time he beat me.  And he didn’t use switches.  He used a wooden dowel about a half inch thick.  Sometimes it took a week before my butt was in any kind of shape for him to beat again.  So consider yourself lucky, Dolly.  Now get in there.?

Barbara tried to back away, but Helen grabbed her arm and swatted her behind.

?I guess I’m gonna need your help, Andy.  Our little cock-sucker has decided to keep on being disobedient.  She doesn’t seem to be able to figure out that’s just gonna mean a lot more pain.?

Andy grabbed Barbara’s other arm and between them they were able to pick her up and stand her in the tub.

?Oh, Goddd, nnnno!  I can’t stand it.  Please let me out. Tooo hot!?

As they struggled to hold her in place, Helen looked at her son and said, ?You see. She’s gone and used that word again, just to try my patience. 20 more and counting.?  

With that, they were able to slide the thrashing victim down into the tub.  The scream came as soon as her battered legs and back touched the water.

?Aggggh! Oh noooo, please. Too hot!.  Pleeease.?

After a few moments, Barbara’s squeals and weeping were the only sound in the room.  Soon Helen and Andy were able to take their hands away, and rise to watch Barbara suffering.  She didn’t move from the spot they had left her in, and began to sob softly.

Helen grabbed a large glass from the sink, filled it with water from the bath and poured it over Barbara’s head.

Another scream from the beleaguered teen filled the room.

?Got to get that hair washed too, so we can do some cutting.?  Helen poured some shampoo on top of Barb’s head and began rubbing it in.  Once it was well lathered, she dipped the glass in the water and poured it over the young girl’s head.  A less powerful screech was the result.

?She doesn’t seem to want to wash herself, Andy, so I guess you’ll have to do the honors.  Here’s a washcloth.?

?Nnnn?. I’ll do it.  I’ll do it.?

?Better get to it then, little bitch.  Oh look, Andy, I wouldn’t have believed it but those bee-sting nips actually have goose-bumps on them.  You be sure to wash them well, Barbie.  And between your legs, too, or I’ll have Andy do it for you.?    

Moaning as she touched parts of herself with the hot washcloth she managed to get most of her body covered, if not scrubbed.  When she went to wash between her legs, she tried to raise herself slightly to get to her pussy.

?Oh no, that will never do, Barbie doll.  You can’t really get that clean unless you’re standing.  Now get up and show us how you clean that puss.?

Barbara struggled to rise and finally got to a standing position.  The tears were still streaming down her face as she began to pass the washcloth between her legs.

?Now you know you can’t possibly reach it all, unless you spread those legs wide, you silly girl.  Get those legs spread.?

Barbara spread her legs as wide as she could, knowing and not even caring any more that she was exhibiting herself fully to her eager audience.  She proceeded to rub the cloth back and forth against her vagina, covering every inch of her slit several times, looking at Helen for some word that she had successfully completed her chore.

?That’s enough, nympho, we don’t want you having an orgasm over this.  Now get out and Andy will dry you off.?

The defeated girl stepped out and Andy was there immediately with a large bath towel, and began rubbing her down from neck to toe.  Obviously he felt it necessary to rub her tits and between her legs with extra attention.  His attention to the back of her legs and her backside were equally vigorous, causing Barbara to cry out several times.

With Barbara’s hair still sopping and stringy, Helen grabbed a pair of scissors and said, ?Let’s get this mop cut down to size now.  I hate long hair!?

Barbara was quick to interject, ?Nnnn? Oh, please don’t.  I’ve never had it cut and I’ll take care of it when it’s dry.?

?Hair down to your butt is very unattractive, Barbie.  Let’s get it up here in a modified pageboy, shall we??  With this she grabbed a hank of hair and began cutting.  When she had finished, Barbara’s hair hung unevenly, barely below her ears.  She looked in the mirror and began weeping.

?I look like a boy,? she murmured sadly.

?Maybe above the neck, but below the neck you’re all girl, baby,? muttered her step-mother, as she took one of her breasts in her hand and bobbled it.

?Now let’s get to that other hair, little girl.  There’s not a lot there, anyway, but since you choose to act like a little spoiled child, I think you should look like one too, don’t you??

Barbara looked up at Helen in amazement, but could see by her determined look that there was no sense in pleading. 

?Now I want you to sit on that toilet seat, scootch forward, and be very still.  We wouldn’t want to cut those nice fat lips on your pussy, would we??

?I could do it, Mom.?

?No, Baby.  Let me do the cutting and then you can put the cream on to finish the job, Okay? It’s a little delicate.  I’ve been shaving mine, ever since your grandmother stopped doing it, just before I got married the first time.  And consider yourself lucky, Barbie Doll.  More than once she decided to pull the hair out with tweezers, and, believe me, that smarts.  My brothers used to love watching me get shaved.?

In a matter of two minutes she had cut off every hair covering Barbara’s virgin slit.

?Now, Son, put those plastic gloves on and cover the whole area with this cream.  Be careful not to get any in between the outer lips though, OK??

Andy got down on his knees in front of the toilet and just stared for the longest time.  He’d never seen one up this close, even in pictures, and he was fascinated.  His mother watched him with amusement, and did nothing to hurry him along. What he saw wasn’t even particularly instructive, because Barbara’s slit was just that, and he couldn’t see any of the nice pink insides.

Barbara’s face eventually turned slightly pink itself as his inspection went on and on.

Finally he dipped his finger in the jar and started dabbing the goo on what was left of the shorn hair.  At first it felt cool to Barbara, but then began getting warmer and warmer.  With a final dab Andy managed to rub a bit of it on Barbara’s crinkled rectum, before he stopped.  Now the ointment was really beginning to heat up and Barbara was totally at a loss as to what to do.  She knew she couldn’t wipe it off, and the heat was getting more and more intense.

?Oh, God, it hurts so much.  Please wipe it off.  I’ll do anything.  Ohh, ohh, you put some on my back hole.  It burns, it burns.?

Andy remained planted between her legs, still staring with a wide dumb smile.

?In a couple of minutes, Barbie Doll.  It takes a little time to get to those roots.?

With that the phone rang and Helen went to answer it.  Barbara continued to moan and cry, to no avail until Helen came back into the bathroom several minutes later.

?Rub the cream off, Andy. After he gets you wiped off, go and get dressed, Barb.  That was the Seattle Police Department calling to say your father was hit by a car crossing the street and died on the way to the hospital.?

Chapter 5

The next few days were busy ones and, much to her relief, little was done to Barbara physically to make her life as miserable as it had been since her father’s marriage.  She was given numerous chores to do in getting the house clean, making meals, making beds ,etc., but she was generally left alone to silently mourn her father’s death.

They had returned from the cemetery, and the three of them were sitting in the living room quietly, when Helen announced, ?OK.  Mourning period’s over.  Barbie, get changed into your work clothes and get to work on scrubbing down those walls in Andy’s room.  They’re a mess!?

Barbara looked at Helen as though she had just been slapped.

?I can’t believe you’d say that. My father’s dead and barely in the ground.  How can you be so cruel??

?Well, I know you two weren’t that close.  I don’t think he liked you very much, and I don’t think you liked him much either.  So let’s just get things rolling here.?

The tears started welling in Barb’s eyes and she began to shake.

?I hate you, I hate you! You’re a bitch, and I hate you!?  With this she jumped up and ran crying into her room and flopped on the bed , burying her face in her pillow.

Helen waited a few minutes, as her rage built up and finally stormed into Barbara’s room, sat on the bed, flipping Barbara over on her back and slapped her face as hard as she could.

The already weeping girl let out a shriek, and started balling her eyes out.

?Don’t you ever speak to me like that again, you little bitch.  Nobody speaks to me like that, and especially an impertinent little hop-head.  I’ve been good to you in the last few days, because I knew you were sad, but obviously you don’t appreciate my efforts, so we’ll go back to the way things were.  Forget Andy’s room for now.  I want you out in the living room stripped to the buff in two minutes.  You still have 40 strokes coming to you from the other day, and you just added another 50 for speaking to me the way you did.  I’ll beat it out of you yet!?

Barbara did manage to make it out to the living room totally stripped, her bare slit reminding all three of them where they’d left off days before.

?I think that naked vagina looks great on you, Barbie dear, and from now on I want you to keep it shaved all the time.  I will check it out occasionally, and, if there’s even the slightest feel of stubble, we’ll get rid of it with the same treatment we used the other day, but we’ll leave it on a lot longer.?

Barbara stood there awkwardly, with her hands folded behind her, waiting for someone to tell her what to do.  Her wait seemed like an eternity, as both Helen and Andy took in her delightful curves.  Finally Helen spoke.

?I’ve noticed you’ve been putting on a little weight over the past week, little cocksucker.  So, before we have our little spanking session, I’ve decided we’re going to have you do a bit of weight training and exercising.?

Barbara knew this was a lie. If anything she had lost weight, what with the work she’d been doing around the house, and a number of meals she’d missed by being sent to bed early without supper, as punishment for one thing or another.  She also knew she couldn’t argue with her step-mother any more.

Helen had her start off with push-ups. Harmless, but tiring, after she had completed 50 of them.

Next, she had her bend over, touch her toes, and then return to a standing position.  Again, not bad but 50 of them was really getting to her.  Then came the one she was dreading, jumping jacks.  She knew this would show off every sexual feature she had.

One, two! One, two!  With each jump Barbara’s breasts jerked up and down in a most exciting way, jiggling every which way, and her opening legs showed off the pinkness between her nether lips.  These she had to do 50 times, as well.  By this time she was totally exhausted, breathing heavily and gulping for air.

?Next, I think I want you to run in place for a while, and I want you to get those knees up to your chest.  Do you understand??

?Yes ma’am, ?but?could I?rest?for a?moment,?please??, she gasped.

?No you may not.  This is a punishment session.  Some day you’ll learn not to speak to me the way you did.  Hopefully, this episode will help convince you.  Now run in place!?

So, gulping as much air as she could take in, Barabara began running in place.  This was not as embarrassing as the jumping jacks, but her breasts wobbled , juddered and swayed constantly, and both Helen and Andy laughed much of the time, commenting on her flopping boobs.  By the time she had run two minutes, she was so exhausted she sank to the floor, utterly worn out and panting laboriously.

?I guess we’ve about finished exercising for today, but don’t think we won’t have another one tomorrow, and I’ll try to come up with some other fun ones to point out your best attributes.  Now, I have already been outside and saved you the trouble of having to find switches for your beating today.  I think I probably found some that are a little springier than the ones you got the other day. Oh, and by the way, we’re going to work on your front this time, jst to mix things up a little.?

It took a moment for Barbara to comprehend what Helen was saying, but when it finally sank in, a look of horror appeared, and she gasped out, ?You wouldn’t!?

?Oh, I’m afraid so, Dearie.  Those big buds of yours are gonna feel a lot sorer when we finish up today.  And I think today’s the day Andy wants to find out what it feel like to get a blow-job.  I understand you’re an expert at the art of deep-throating.  Hmmm??

The sobs came from deep in Barbara’s gut, when she heard what she had begun to realize was going to be a living hell for her every day from now on, and tears once again started pouring down her cheeks.

?Stop with the goddam tears, bitch.  You’ve got it easy.  When I was your age my father used to beat me with what he called a ?groove strap?, whose sole purpose was to smack between the lips of my pussy, usually 20 or 30 times, and then he’d turn me over and use it on my butt-hole.  I’ll tell you it hurt to pee or crap for days after one of our sessions.  ‘Course I’m not averse to finding a nice thin leather belt, which ought to do the trick with you almost as well.?

With this she rose and grabbed Barbara’s arm, yanking her up to her feet.

?Come here, Andy.  I’m gonna need your help, Honey.?

Chapter 6

Andy jumped to help, as Helen got a strong hold on Barbara’s arm.

?I think you’ll have to grab her arms from behind and hold on tight.  I don’t think Miss Goody-Two-Shoes is gonna like this as much as we are.?

After Andy grabbed her from behind, Barbara started bucking and pulling, but with no success.

?Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything?, she cried.

Helen got up close to Barbara’s face and the fury and venom were evident in her piercing eyes.  ?There’s that word again.  That’s 60 now plus the 50 for yelling at me and calling me a bitch.  You’re just a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?  I’ll tell you why I’m doing this.  Because you’re a bad, bad girl and I will beat it out of you, eventually.?

With this, she took up the first switch, festooned with buds, and, with little aim, swung it against Barb’s thigh, right above the knee.

Swish! Splat!  ?Oh, God, please, please don’t do this.  I’ll try hard to be good.  I promise.?

?Too late, Sweetie.?  Swish! Splat!  Another sweep across her lower thigh and another cry from Barbara. 

The beating continued slowly up her legs, leaving ugly red splotches after each swat.  Helen was keeping close tabs on the number of hits she made, and had reached only fifteen, by the time she reached Barb’s torso.

?This would be a good time to have the groove strap, but since we don’t we’ll just give your little bare pussy some extra swats to make up for it.?  So, for the next 25 switchings, she concentrated on her vaginal area.  Barbara was, at this point, trying to swing her hips sideways to avoid the biting whipping, but to no avail. Crying copiously, she even tried lifting her legs up, hoping to fall on the floor, but Andy had just enough strength to keep her upright.

?Oops!  Time to switch switches,? and Helen grabbed a fresh one from the table.  She spent ten of her quota, not that anybody else was counting, on Barb’s stomach.  As she finished working high on Barb’s abdomen, Helen said with a slight tremor in her voice, ?60 to go, and they’re all saved for those cute bubbies of yours.  Hold real tight now, Andy.  I think we’re in for a bumpy ride.?

She swung the switch with full force and caught the lower part of Barbara’s large nipple.

?Oh, my God, that hurts.  Please, please don’t hit me there.  I can’t stand it!?

?You’ll just have to, sweetcakes.?  With this a hale of four more rapid swipes continued moving up and down her puffed areas.  Eventually Helen began smacking the upper slopes of Barb’s breasts, as red mark after red mark started appearing where pink flesh had been.  Helen started down the breasts again, paying particular attention to the already darkening udder tips.  Barbara was, by now, almost hoarse, again, and her whimpers and pleas were being ignored as completely as her screams had been earlier. .

With 20 left to go, she stopped the switching and reached for some heavy string. 

?There’s one area we haven’t hit yet, and I’ll bet Barbie Doll doesn’t even know how sensitive it is.  You just thought those nips were tender, baby.  Just you wait!?

She began wrapping the string around the base of Barb’s puffy left nipple.  A couple of wraps around and a tightening squeezed the skin below her nipple painfully into a deep indentation around the nipple edge.  Helen tied it off, swung the string around the back of Barbara’s neck and over to the right breast.  A yank on the string suddenly pulled Barb’s left teat up toward her face, so that it stood obscenely pointing toward the ceiling.  A similar tie around Barbara’s right nipple had both nipples pointing awkwardly toward the ceiling, and the under parts of her breasts fully on view.

?Back to work, baby.?  She took up a new switch and began belaboring the newly exposed area, much to Barbara’s total painful distaste.

?Aaarg!  Oh, it’s awful.  Please stop. Pleeease!?

But Helen continued switching the tender area until it was redder than any other area Helen had beaten.  She threw down the switch and moved over to peruse her work.  Barbara’s front was covered form knees to shoulders with ugly splotches and a constant dark red hue over the full length of her front.  Helen commented on how attractive Barbara’s tits were sticking up in the air that way, and how maybe they should contrive some kind of a bra that would emulate her current situation.

Much to Barbara’s relief, Helen began untying the knots, in spite of the fact she was being as rough as she could in getting the knots out.  When she finished, Helen looked her victim in the eye and said viciously, ?Now let’s see how good you are at sucking cock, BITCH.  Andy, unzip and get your schlong out.  And you, cocksucker, get down on your knees.?

Chapter 7         

Andy let go of Barbara and began loosening his pants and pushing down on his underpants.  In a moment he was standing before his mother wearing nothing but his tee-shirt.

Barbara moved to Helen, grabbing her arms and begging, ?Oh, please! Don’t make me do this.  I don’t like to do it, and it’s wrong.?

Helen slapped Barbara sharply against her right nipple, as she pulled away from her step-daughter. ?Don’t you ever grab me like that again, Dopey-girl.?

As Barbara reacted to the slap by backing away with a scream, Helen said, ?I told you I was going to begin tutoring you.  Well, consider this your first lesson in sex education.  I know you’ve already had experience, but we learn by trying new shapes and sizes, don’t we??

Barbara backed away sobbing and looked at Andy, who was already in a state of semi-erection.

His penis was normal for a fourteen-year-old, around five inches long, perhaps a little thicker than average and circumcised.  He now took it in hand and began sliding it back and forth.

?Look good, Barbie?  Come to Papa.?

Barbara froze for a moment and then made a dash for the door, but Helen was ready for her.  She grabbed her arm and twisted it painfully behind her back, forcing Barb down to her knees.

Andy moved over to her quickly and pressed his now hardened penis against her mouth.  After a moment of resistance, Helen’s upward twist on her arm convinced her to open her mouth.

?I’ll warn you this one time, bitch.  You bite my boy or even scrape your teeth against his nice prick and I’ll break this arm. Got it??  She twisted up a little more, when she received no answer.

?Essh?Ump,? was all Barbara could manage in response.  Andy began sawing his penis in and out of Barb’s mouth, and, though it wasn’t long enough to get down her throat, it still could reach the back of her mouth, causing her gag reflex to respond.

?Gaahk.  Slurp!  Gung!  Awkk! Ugggh.  Gawwk.?  These sounds continued to emanate from her mouth, and Andy’s ecstasy grew, as his slime-covered penis neared its explosion.  Not two minutes after Barbara had taken it in, it burst in full force, and though she swallowed a bit of it, most of it dripped slowly out of her lips and slid down her chin, plopping onto her breast.

?Andy, you didn’t have much staying power, Honey.  We’ll have to try it again in a bit, so Barbie can see how it is to work on it for a while.  But the next time, Sweetie, and she twisted Barb’s arm cruelly, I don’t want to see a drop come out of your mouth.  You’ve got to learn how to swallow it all, just the way I had to with my brothers.?

Andy, whose prick was rapidly losing its hardness, immediately pointed out that he was ready to go right now, if it was okay with Helen.  She nodded her head and pushed Barbara’s up close to Andy’s semi-hardon.  Barbara resignedly opened her mouth, and blow-job # 2 began. 

This one was no easier for her than the first.  She could feel her step-brother’s erection growing as she sucked, and shortly she was back to feeling it reach the back of her mouth again.

?Eckkh.  Slosh. Gawwp.  Goog.  Glurg.?  There was no letup, and the sucking went on, endlessly, she thought, as his penis savored the spit and coughed-up slime that came with her choking.

As his climax grew near, Andy grabbed her head between his two hands, and held it jammed up against his lips.  ?Hawgg.  Gaock!  Uchheegch!?

Finally, the moment came, and a huge spurt of sour-tasting sperm came spewing into her mouth. As her mouth filled with the slimy substance, she knew she must do something, and opening her mouth wasn’t one of her options, so she finally, at the very last moment, when her mouth could hold no more,  swallowed.  The urge to vomit hit her almost immediately, but she was able to force it back down her throat.

Andy held her head with a full mouth of penis until well after he completed his climax, savoring the feel of her mouth.  Finally he released her.  She pulled back coughing and sputtering.  Helen released her arm and moved over to the couch and sat.

?The second one was much better, little bird-brain, but I can see we need a lot more practice before we get this thing perfected.  Don’t you agree, Andy, Honey??

Andy moved to sit beside her, leaving Barbara coughing and moaning sadly on the floor.

?Uh, yeah, Mom.  I think so,? he said dumbly.

?OK, Barbie Doll.  Go wash your tit off, gargle with some mouthwash and come back here immediately.  We’re not done yet.?

Barbara, weeping once again, pulled herself up and slunk into her bathroom.    

Chapter 8

When she returned to the living room, Barbara stood in all her naked nubile glory as she presented herself to her mistress and her son.  Her shoulders sagged, and she clasped her hands in front of her, not to hide anything, God knows, but because she was ill at ease.

?Stand at attention, bitch!  Didn’t I tell you about covering that pussy of yours, after all the trouble we went to to make it look so cute.?

Barbara scurried to put herself at attention.

?Now, I am still very upset with you for yelling at me and calling me a bitch??

?I’m really sorry.  I shouldn’t have and I apol??

Don’t you ever interrupt me, you bad girl.  You see, Andy, she hasn’t improved a bit.  Well, we’re going to take care of that right now.  When was the last time you had an enema, Barbie??

?Uh, I’ve never had one, Ma’am.?

?Well, another new experience for you.  Aren’t we full of fun things to do?  Into the bathroom, now!  You probably want to watch this, too, Andy.  Barbie’s about to show you what she’s going to look like when she gets pregnant.  I don’t expect that’ll be for some time, though, if we use proper precautions.?

Barbara and Andy were standing in the bathroom waiting, Barbara still stark naked, and Andy still unable to keep from staring, when Helen came in with a large enema bag.

She went to the sink and filled it with lots of soap and hot water, but, this time, she was kind enough to mix in some cold water with it.  Screwing on the top, she smiled and exclaimed, ?There we go.  I think two quarts ought to be about right.  Bend over, Dumbo, and hold onto the sides with your hands.  Andy, do you want to do the honors??

Andy acknowledged and sank to his knees with the nozzle.

?Spread those legs, you stupid girl, so Andy can see where to stick it.  Wider, for God’s sake!?

When Barbara had gotten her legs spread as far apart as she could, Andy smiled up at his mother and began moving the nozzle back and forth between Barbara’s spread vaginal lips, back and forth, back and forth, as Barbara sighed in humiliation and gathering fear.

Finally Helen said with a smile, ?No, Sweetie, you’ll need the back hole.  I guess you need an anatomy lesson, don’t you.  I’ll bet Barbie Doll would be happy to show you where and what everything is, after we finish this little punishment.  Now, because this is a punishment, I don’t think we will lubricate the nozzle.  Let’s let Barbie suffer a little for a change.?

Suddenly Andy found the crinkled hole and pressed forward with gusto.

?Oww, Ooo.  Not so hard, pleeease.?  But Andy continued pushing hard and finally her rectum gave and opened.  As the nozzle sank further and further into her bowels, Barbara began to weep, feeling the pressure of an external object sticking in her for the first time.

When the nozzle had sunk in to its end, Helen released the catch and the soapy water began to flow into her step-daughter’s bowels.  At first there was no vocal response from Barb, but, only a minute later, she began to feel the water filling her and the cramps began in earnest.

?Ohh, it’s burning me.  Please take it out.  Ohh, it hurts.  Oh, please, no more.?

But the enema continued, and Barbara’s cramps became stronger and stronger.

?I have to go, I have to go.  Please, please, now, now, Owwoo, no, oh I’m sorry, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to say that word, please.?

But you did say it, bad girl.  We’ll just have to start keeping a list.  But that’s 20 to start off your next whipping.?

By the time the enema bag had emptied, Barbara was down on her knees, still hanging onto the side of the wash basin, and moaning and crying.  But that was just the first quart.  Helen refilled the bag and hung it back on a hook.  The clamp was loosened and soon Barbara was in agony, feeling the second bag’s contents force their way into her stomach.  Finally the second bag slurped to a finish.  

Please let me go to the bathroom, now, please!?

?No, no.  We have to wait ten minutes. Those are the rules.  I remember one time my mother made me wait twenty minutes.  I was all sweaty and weak by the time she finally let me sit down on the john.  Now, stand up, so we can see the new Barbie.?      

Barbara tried to straighten up and pull herself up on her two legs, but since no one was helping her, she had to inch her way up, every inch causing unbearable stomach pains.  Eventually she was able to stand, in a slightly hunched-over position. Her whole front ached, not only from the enema, but the thrashing she had gotten earlier.  Glancing in the mirror she could see that her front, especially her breasts, looked as though she had a very bad sunburn. She also noticed that her belly stuck out as if she were in her fourth or fifth month of pregnancy and glistened, the skin was so tight.

?See, Andy, her stomach looks like she’s preggers.  Feel how full her stomach feels now.?

Andy couldn’t wait to rub his hand roughly over Barbara’s protrusion, adding to her discomfort.

Ten long minutes later Helen finally gave permission to remove the plug, and Andy did it as slowly as possible.  Barbara barely made it to the toilet before the flood began, and she sighed with relief as the liquid poured out. She, indeed, had begun sweating, in spite of her nakedness and was so totally wiped out by the experience, all she wanted to do was lie down and sleep.  Naturally Helen had other plans! 

?Come on, Dolly. It’s time for some show and tell.  Poor Andy needs a lesson in female anatomy.?

Tired and beaten down, Barbara trudged into the living room, led by her two nemeses.  When they arrived, Helen told Barbara to sit in the big stuffed armchair, Andy to sit on the floor right next to Barbie and she would, as instructor, stand a few feet in front of the chair.  Barbara, whose front was still smarting from the whipping she’d received, sat gingerly awaiting instructions.

?Now then, Miss Dope-fiend, we’re going to start at the top and work our way down your body, explaining to Andy what part each has in sexual participation, and showing him, as much as we can.  Sit up!  First, the mouth.  What do we use it for in sex??

Barbara resignedly whispered, ?What I did earlier.?

?God damn it, Barbie, do you want another whipping right now??

?Nnn, I don’t, Ma’am,? was Barbara’s sullen whispered answer.

?Then you better straighten up, stop feeling sorry for yourself, answer my questions fully and with some energy.  I’m right in the mood to give you another 50 on your front.?

Barbara reluctantly perked up.

?First of all, there are less sexual things you do with your mouth, aren’t there.?

?Well there’s kissing.?

Exactly!  And what kinds??

?On the lips and with? tongues.?  ?Right! Now demonstrate both with Andy.?

As repugnant as the thought was, she leaned forward to kiss Andy, who grabbed her neck, pulled her forward, locked lips and stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. After rolling his tongue around her mouth for nearly thirty seconds, he pulled away and looked up at his mother.

?She’s not sticking her tongue in my mouth, Mom!? 

?Barbie!?

Andy locked on again and this time let Barbara do all the work.  He finally pulled back.

?I guess he doesn’t need a demonstration of a regular kiss,? said his mother laughing. ?And what was the other thing you were mentioning before, Barbie, and you’d better be specific and use the right words.  Or else!?

?Sssucking ?on a man’s thing? his ppppenis.?

?And that can include licking and sucking his balls and his ass-hole, can’t it??

Barbara, who had never even thought of such a thing before answered quietly, ?Yes Ma’am.?

?Let’s move down to those yummy tits of yours, now.  What are they for??

?To feed babies milk.? 

?That is not the sexual function of your boobs.  What is it, dummy??

?For men to suck on, I guess.?  ?You guess!  You know!  She’s forgotten, Andy. Show her.?

Andy jumped to his knees and grabbing one of her breasts, popped the nipple in his mouth.  Barbara was totally chagrinned and closed her eyes to shut the greedy sucker from her sight.

Soon, he had pulled in as much of her breast as he could get in his mouth, and was biting and sucking as hard as he could.  The pain on her reddened tit from her earlier whipping came back to haunt her.  Then while he had the one breast buried in his mouth, he grabbed the other in his hand and began squeezing it roughly.  Barbara let out a yell, and Andy pulled off.

?So, we know a tit can be a nice toy to play with and suck on, right??

?Now, moving on down, Barbie, sweetie, I want you to prop each leg up on an arm of the chair and scootch forward until your butt is right on the edge of the chair front.  That’s it.?

Barbara was so embarrassed by this blatant exhibition that she moved her hand in front of her eyes to shut out the lewd ostentation.  Her vagina was completely open, to the point that one could see, not only the outer and inner lips, but the entrance to her cervix.

?Poor Barbie’s embarrassed, so I’ll carry on from here.  See these fat lips out here,? said Helen leaning in to touch them. They protect these inner lips and the rest of the vagina, Andy.  They’re very sensitive.  Go on and feel all of them.  That’s good.  Now this is the hole where a man sticks his penis.  As a matter of fact, while we’re here?.?  With this she took her index finger and stuck it as far in the hole as she could.  Removing it, she said, ?Well, she didn’t lie about that, anyway.  She is definitely a virgin.  Stick your finger in until you hit the barrier. That’s her hymen.  There you go.  Not only do women like to be felt up on their pussy, and fuck men with it, but one of the greatest feelings in the world for a woman is to have her pussy licked .  See this hood up here?  If you flip that a little you see that little nubbin that shines like a pearl, that’s her clitoris, or clit for short, and that’s the most sensitive part in a woman’s body, usually.  Suck on that for a while and you’ll drive a girl crazy.  We don’t want you doing it right now, ’cause we’re not looking for Barbie to enjoy herself too much today.?  Barbara was mortified by the time they had finished.

?Finally, you know all about the asshole, but did you know that not only can you give a girl an enema through it, but a man could stick his prick in it, just like  her vaginal hole.  Most girls don’t like it at first, because the hole is so small a man usually has to force it in, but a woman eventually can get used to it.  If you want to, I’ll let you try that tomorrow, but right now I’m starved.  Let’s go to the kitchen and get something.  Barbie Doll, I’m disappointed in your demonstration abilities, and I think we’ll just send you to bed without supper again.  It’ll help take off some of that fat.  Goodnight!?

Helen and Andy left the room discussing what he had learned, though there really wasn’t much of it that he didn’t already know.  Barbara was so tired and depressed, she dragged her legs down from her lewd exposure, stood and ambled to her bed.  She didn’t even bothering to put on her nightgown.  She pulled back the covers, crawled in and was sound asleep within a minute.

Chapter 9  

The doorbell rang, and Helen answered it to find the county Sheriff standing there, and, behind him, Barbara with a small suitcase in her hands.  She was dressed in a tee-shirt and short shorts.  It was obvious that she was without a bra, as her prominent nipples stuck out in all their glory like beacons.  The big difference in her appearance was a confident smile, a ?gotcha? smile, which exuded the first self-assurance that Helen had seen in the little time they’d known each other.

?Hello, Ben.  Come on in.  I see you found our little truant.  Where was she??

The three of them sat, before Ben answered.  ?We found her thumbing a ride down on route 69, Helen.  I told her I was glad we got to her before some nasty guy picked her up and did God-awful things to her.?

?Oh, I’m so glad you did, Ben.  Dressed the way she is, she was just inviting trouble.?

?Well, before I go any further, Helen, I have to tell you she’s leveled some pretty serious charges against you.  I need to ask you a few questions.?

?Why, certainly, Ben.  What in the world is she saying??

?First off, she says you beat her.  Did you??

?Well I did spank her and whipped her with switches, Ben, but I believe both are legal to use with children in this county, aren’t they?  I tell you, Ben, she has been nothing but trouble for the last two weeks.  Now I know it’s been a trying time for her, and I’ve tried hard to be a mother and companion to her, what with her father’s death and all, but it’s been hard for me, too.  Married just two days before he’s gone.?  Helen’s eyes filled with tears.

?It’s true.  Spanking and switches are legal here.  I thought you had actually beat her, the way she was talking.?

Barbara tried to interject, ?But she switched ?.?

?Did she tell you she was recently kicked out of high school for smoking marijuana on school grounds??

?No she didn’t.  Is that true, young lady??

?Yes but I only??

?Her father was just mortified, but I said I would home-school her until we could get things straightened out.?

?That’s real nice of you, Helen.  Now, there were a few other charges she’s made. Fairly serious charges.  For instance, she claims you made her perform oral sodomy on your son.?

?Oh, Barbara, dear, how could you say such a thing?  Oh, Ben, she lies at the drop of a hat.  You’ve known me how long, fifteen years?  Could you possibly believe I would ever do such a thing?  Oh, you are so hateful, Barbara. I’m just so embarrassed.?

?I have to say, when I saw it was you living here, I began to have my doubts about her story.  You’re just not the type, Helen.?

At this point, the self-assuredness left Barbara, and she lowered her head and began to cry.

?She also said you gave her a couple of enemas.  Is that right??

?Yes, I did.  I don’t know whether it was the wedding and funeral so soon after, but she started having terrible trouble with regularity, and all I was trying to do was help her.  She just doesn’t appreciate anything I do for her, Ben.  I tell you, I’m about at my wits end.?

?And the last claim she made was that you gave her an enema yesterday and followed up by letting your son commit anal sodomy on her.  I don’t suppose that’s true either.?

?Oh, Barbara, sweetie, how can you lie like that?  What have I done to make you turn against me so??

Helen leaned in to Ben and very confidentially said, ?I truly believe she’s a little psychotic, Ben.  She comes up with these amazing stories all the time, but this is the first time she’s tried to implicate me. I’m also tempted to check out her IQ level. And I’m not sure she hasn’t gotten into some more serious drugs along the way.  Sometimes she just gets wacky.?

?Well, I hope you can straighten her out.  She’s a pretty girl.  But she sure needs counseling, and knowing you, I know you’ll find a way.  Sorry to bother you, Helen.?

?Thanks, Ben.  Oh, and I haven’t had a chance to congratulate you on your election to sheriff.?

?Thanks.  I have to tell you, your financial contributions and campaigning sure helped us a lot.?

Ben looked over at Barbara, who had almost curled into a fetal position.  ?Now you better learn to behave, young lady.  Next time we catch you out on the road like that, I’ll have to run you in for vagrancy, and you may just get sent to that girl’s reformatory over in Ashley.  You don’t want to end up there.  I hear the attendants are real tough on those girls.  So you straighten up, you hear!?

And he was gone.  Helen turned to Barbara, who remained curled up, sobbing now, knowing her luck had run out.

?So, BITCH, you almost got away, didn’t you?  Well, You won’t have another chance, I can tell you that.  Get those clothes off now.?

Barbara hurried to comply, not wanting to incur her step-mother’s wrath any more than she already had.  She jumped up and shucked out of her tee-shirt, the shorts and her panties.  Helen grabbed them up and held them in front of Barbara’s face.

?Take a good look, sweetie, ‘cause this is the last you’re gonna see of ‘em, or any of your other clothes.  I’m putting every piece of clothing you own in a box and locking it in the attic. From now on you’ll be running around the house naked as a jay-bird 24 hours a day. Let’s see you go outside without any clothes on, especially with fall right around the corner.?

?And a few things more.  You will get a beating at least once every day, just on principle, and I may even start using a paddle, who knows.  I will begin tutoring you tomorrow in all your courses, and you’d better get decent grades.  Somehow I don’t think you will, ‘cause I’m a pretty tough grader.  One more thing to punish you for, huh.  Oh, and we need to continue Poor Andy’s sex education.  He’s woefully ignorant of the most basic facts.?

Barbara just stood there with the tears streaming down her face, dripping onto her boobs, and she began to moan in a low wail.

?Now, let’s get you into the bathroom.  ANDY, stop eating your sandwich, honey and come on in the bathroom. I need your help.  Barbara’s back, and she needs another enema bad!   I think we’ll try 2 ? quarts this time.?