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Chapter 3 by QueerKestrel QueerKestrel

Are you really going to let this asshole discipline you?

You'd like to see him try

David's face is close enough that you can feel his hot breath wash over yours. His callused grip on your wrist is shockingly strong, and you try to remember the last time your stepdad actually touched you. The last thing he said plays over and over in your head. Discipline. Discipline? This motherfucker thinks he can discipline me?

He doesn't have the guts.

In spite of his red face and harsh words, you notice some hesitation now that he's actually crossed the Rubicon of laying his hands on his stepdaughter. Well fuck that. If he wants to show you what a big strong man he is, if he wants to act like such hot shit with his talk of being your stepfather, he better be ready to back that up. "Well what are you waiting for, David? You gonna bitch out like you do every time you fight with my mom?"

His eyes go wide, his grip tightens on your wrist, and a hot thrill shoots through you. Part of it is fear, because you really don't know what your stepdad is capable of, but there's also an exciting sense of power that you can get such a reaction out of him.

"Alright, little lady, that is quite enough back talk!" He drags you over to his workbench and uses his free hand to shove your shoulder, bending you over the cluttered surface. His hand on your wrist twists it behind your back, forcing a grunt of pain out of you.

Your head spins with conflicting emotions and sensations. The pain, the feeling of being manhandled, pressed against the workbench, it's all so... exciting? But it's your stepdad doing this to you. Before you can even begin to process these strange new thoughts, your impulsive anger gets the better of you. Twisting your head to lock eyes with him, you give him a look of pure rebellion. "The fuck are you gonna do, David? Spank me?"

Dark emotions cloud his face as he pulls his hand off your shoulder. "Maybe I should have been doing that from the start." He delivers three quick blows to your jean-clad ass, making you yelp in surprise. "Maybe then you'd show me some respect." More strikes from his open palm against your rear, and now pain is joining shock in your voice. "Maybe then you wouldn't be such a nasty little disobedient brat." Again and again he spanks you, drawing a stream of grunts and squeals from deep in your chest.

He finally stops, leaving you panting and shaking. Your ass is burning, but that's not all. Your whole body feels hot, the stinging tingle from your rear seeming to travel up and down your skin... and gather at your crotch. At the same time you're trying to process all this, your heart is pounding in your chest. You're furious with your stepdad for treating you like this, but you've also never felt so free. It's like all the emotions you've been bottling up inside are being let out, easing a pressure you've been ignoring for years. This exciting pain, this cathartic release... you need more.

What else can this motherfucker do?

"So did you learn your lesson, little lady?" Your stepdad's voice is filled with authority, but you can hear a rumble of emotion underneath. This is getting to him, too.

You look back at him again, face flushed, eyes defiant. "Oh, is that all you got? No wonder my mom would rather drink herself to sleep than—"

You don't get a chance to finish. At the mention of his wife, your stepdad pulls you up off the bench, sits heavily on a nearby stool, and drags you across his lap. His hand releases your wrist, only to grab a fistful of your purple hair and twist, pulling your head up and arching your back. His other hand wastes no time in resuming his impromptu discipline, raining blows against your ass, harder and faster and fiercer than before.

The only sound you can make is a high-pitched moan. Being spanked is one thing, but the way he's pulling your hair, contorting your body... it's like nothing you've ever felt before. There's more than you could possibly process with your overwhelmed mind. Anger, excitement, fear... pleasure? Unable to understand, you focus on the pure sensation in your body, the feeling of being held, pulled, spanked, all by the last man you'd ever expect. The pain makes the confusion inside seem insignificant. Everything is simple in this moment.

You made your stepdad angry, and now he's punishing you.

Where was this side of him before?

When he stops again, hand still bunched in your hair, all you can do is tremble and gasp for breath. Without the intensity of the spanking, you can't help but focus on the strange new feelings inside. You still feel that swirl of dull anger and burning resentment deep down, but there's something else roiling on the surface. Something you can't even begin to understand, even as the newness of it captivates you. It's like you suddenly care about having his approval. It almost feels like you want to... apologize? To him?

What the fuck?

He's breathing hard, the hand that was spanking you still resting against your burning ass. "Now did you learn your lesson?" His voice is thick, the angry authority cut with something that almost sounds like desire. At that moment, you notice his hardness pressing through his pants into your torso, and your eyes go wide as you realize he's not the only one who's turned on right now.

His hand twists in your hair and forces you to look up at him, and you see it written over his face, red and twisted. The sheer desire in his eyes draws something out of you. A small, pleading sound that shocks both of you. What the fuck is happening to me?

Before you can begin to understand, your stepdad pulls you off his lap by your hair and shoves you back against the wall near the door to the house. His hands are on your shoulders and his face is right up in yours, eyes full of anger and confusion. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at, RC? What was that? What's..." He looks down, and your eyes follow his, and your knees get weak at the sight of his bulge.

"I... I..." You what? You can't make any sense of what's happening, and as the two of you lock eyes again, a thought rises from deep inside you. I want to see how far he can go. "I can't believe you're getting off from spanking your stepdaughter."

His eyes go wide and his hands dig painfully into your shoulders, making you tremble. What the fuck are you doing, RC?

Pulling in sharp breaths through his nose, your stepdad moves his face even closer to yours. "You little bitch, you little tease, I'm gonna—" He's interrupted by a knock on the door beside you.

"David, what's goin on? You two gettin along in there?"

You stare at each other, the sound of your mom's voice pulling you back to reality. Part of you wants to shout out, get her to come in and see her husband's hands on you. See exactly what kind of man she married.

But another part of you is terrified for her to see what kind of girl her daughter is, because you know your arousal is written all over your face.

Time to make this a family affair?

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