My bedroom?

Amanda woke the next morning with a massive hangover. She didn't remember going out drinking. She didn't really remember anything at all. Where was she?

She looked around at the bedroom she was in. It seemed familiar but still different somehow. The shape was right. The closet was in the right place. So was the door. But something was wrong with the bed.

It was a twin. Her stepmother had taken out her king size bed and replaced it with a twin. That wasn't the end of the world.

Looking around, Amanda realized the room had also been redecorated. Boy band posters on the walls screamed teen girl life. The color scheme was pink, purple, and silvery glitter. She got up to get dressed and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

A pink nightie that did go most of the way to her knees. It had puffy sleeves and a lot of lace. She held it this way and that. She was admiring herself in the mirror when Cindy walked in. "Like it? Your dad and I picked out a bunch more. Hopefully you'll get to try them all."

Amanda spun on her stepmother, "You bitch. How dare you..." was all she got out before she felt Cindy's fingers holding her jaw open.

Cindy pulled her now screeching stepdaughter towards the bed. In a twist she had the girl across her lap, nightie pulled up, panties on display, and her hand flying through the air. Slap - slap - slap.

"I - slap - wanted you to - slap - slap - stay an innocent teen - slap - slap - slap - slap - Dr. Olsen said you'd need at least level - slap - slap - slap - level three." She continued to spank.

Amanda was crying hysterically. She was dressed like a teenager, being spanked by her stepmother. She didn't know what was really going on and all she wanted was to slow down and think it through but her mommy wouldn't stop spanking her no wait not her mommy her stepmother she wasn't a little girl, she was an adult

The harder Cindy spanked the more Amanda's mind spun. She couldn't get a grip on what was happening.

Finally, the torment stopped. Cindy pushed the girl to her feet and led her to the corner of the living room. "Stand here. Elbows against the wall. If your elbows come off the wall, I will start again. Do you understand me?"

Without any hesitation, "Yes, ma'am."

Cindy paused, catching Dr. Olsen's eye. Maybe this would work after all.