Yes, but not on purpose

Bailey wasn't sure what was going on, but right now she was too tired and too hungry to really care all that much. The important part was that for once, Belle had finally decided to be quiet. Deciding that she wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, Bailey focused on her next task: figuring out what she wanted for breakfast.

She went over to the fridge and opened the door, browsing for something she felt like making this morning. It wasn't long before she heard Belle speak up again, "Hey, if you're going to make some breakfast, I'd like some scrambled eggs. Maybe mix in some peppers too if we have some, and-"

"Kiss my ass," Bailey snapped in frustration, "I'm not making you anything."

Immediately, Bailey regretted her choice of words. She shouldn't be acting so rude to her stepdaughter, especially when for once Belle was actually listening to her. She sighed and started to say, "I'm sorry Belle, I'm just so-"

She was shocked when she felt a pair of soft lips kissing her butt-cheeks through her nightie. She let out a squeal and turned her head to find Belle behind her on her knees, tenderly kissing Bailey's ass.

"Belle, what are you doing?" Bailey shouted, trying to push the younger girl off of her.

"I... I don't... know!" Belle said between kisses, fighting against Bailey to continue making contact with her stepmother's ass, "I just... have to..."

"Stop!" Bailey said, and in an instant Belle stopped resisting, sending her sprawling onto the ground.

Belle just sat there for several seconds, catching her breath. What the hell had come over her? The second Bailey told her to kiss her ass, the same feeling from before had come over her. She had to kiss Bailey's ass, even though the very thought of it disgusted her. That bitch did something to her, she just knew it!

She spat a little onto the ground and shakily tried to play it off as a prank, "I... I freaked you out, didn't I? I knew you'd-"

"Shut up," Bailey said, and Belle's mouth clamped shut. Like her stepdaughter, Bailey realized something odd was going on. But with her being the one in control, Bailey was a little more excited at the prospect of it. A part of her, the part that she normally listened to, told her that this was wrong, and she needed to figure out how to fix this. But another part of her would rather test this out some more.

"Stand up," Bailey said, and Belle complied with the order. Belle tried to protest, but she knew she wasn't allowed to speak.

"Spin around," Bailey said, and watched as Belle spun in a complete circle.

"Turn around, bend over, and grab your ankles," Bailey said, and watched as Belle did so, letting the hem of her own nightie ride up to show her light pink panties, "Stay in that position until I tell you to move."

Belle was starting to get very scared now. It wasn't even that she felt frozen, but her body just didn't want to move from its current position, even to do so much as brush her golden locks out of her eyes. All Belle could see was Bailey's legs peeking from behind the gap in her own. Suddenly, Belle felt a sharp swat on her butt, and she even surprised herself when she didn't let out so much as a whimper.

Bailey on the other hand was riding high on her current power trip. That last spank not getting any reaction was all the confirmation she needed that Belle would do whatever she said. Giggling to herself a little, she spanked Belle again, and watched as the girl swayed a little in order to remain upright. She kept staring at her stepdaughter's predicament in wonder until she heard a chair moving against the floor in front of her.

Bailey looked up, and gasped slightly as she saw her husband, and Belle's father, sitting down at the kitchen table and looking in her direction. She didn't even see him walk in, and she had no idea how much he saw or heard of what just happened. It was likely that his current line of sight to Belle was blocked by the counter, but he could have easily seen what was going on if he was looking in their direction as he was entering the room and not distracted. Not to mention the possibility of him just overhearing what was going on.

Regardless of what happened, Bailey's giddiness evaporated in an instant, and she suddenly felt like a little girl whose father caught her stealing. She held her breath and waited for Barry to say something, anything, to give her an idea of how much he knew.