daughterdearest

1996, Paris Annette Morreau
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"I don't have to do what you say", Daria shouted. "You're
not my mother". I'm going to tell my dad to divorce you".

     Daria was a gorgeous, fiery red head with a temperament to
match. The tiny gold specks in her deep brown eyes flashed like
lightning when she was angry. She was the rudest, most
undisciplined, spoiled teenager her stepmother, Suzanne, had ever
known. The teen's mother had died when Daria was a baby and her
father had only recently re-married. Until now the girl had had
had the run of the house, and her father wrapped around her
finger. She was known as Princess Daria to some of the women
who had dated, then left, her father. Not only did they not
want to live with that brat, they couldn't even comprehend how
her father could stand her. Becoming an instant mother to a
teenager would not have been easy under any circumstances, but
Suzanne knew that this girl was in a class all by herself.

"I realize I am not your mother, Daria", Suzanne said
patiently, "but since your father will be out of town all week, I
am responsible for supervising you and keeping you out of
trouble. You have to go to school. Now, get in the car; I'll
drive you".

     "Fine," Daria stated, in a tone of voice which indicated it
was anything but fine.

     Fine. Good, Daria thought. I'll show her. She doesn't
know what trouble is, but she will by the time I'm through with
her. I won't have to tell Daddy to divorce her; she'll move out
before he even gets home next week. Then it will be just the two
of us again.

     Daria got into the car and smiled to herself while her
stepmother silently drove her to school. She imagined what she
would say to her father when he called at the end of the week:
"Gee, Daddy, I don't know where Suzanne is. I came home from
school and she just wasn't here. Her clothes are gone, too."
She almost giggled as the first part of her plan began to take
shape in her mind. First, I'll break one of the rules at school
and get suspended for the rest of the week. Then I'll have all
day every day to torment Suzanne until she runs screaming from
the house and is out of my life and Daddy's, too.

     Later that day Suzanne received a call from the principal at
the high school Daria attended.

      "Daria was seen hitting and punching a fellow student", the
principal informed her. "From what I can gather, Daria began the
altercation, unprovoked, and had to be physically pulled off the
girl. She has been suspended from school for the rest of the week
pending further investigation and possible permanent expulsion.
One of her parents is required to come to my office and pick her
up".

     A few minutes later, an angry and embarrassed Suzanne walked
into the principal's office, sat down next to Daria, and asked
the girl for her side of the story.

     Daria said "I hit the bitch. I didn't like her looks".

     Suzanne wasn't even surprised at the response. This
behavior was typical of Daria. Suzanne apologized to the
principal for her stepdaughter's actions, told him she would deal
with the situation at home and promised him it would not happen
again. The principal had his doubts. He'd had dealings with
Daria before.

     When they arrived home, Daria threw her books onto the
living room floor and trotted upstairs to her room, her short
skirt dancing across her slender thighs, her small breasts
bouncing under her tight t-shirt. She threw her bedroom door
open and slammed it shut. A moment later what Daria thought
passed for music blasted through the house. Suzanne put her
purse down and walked slowly and deliberately up the stairs and
into Daria's bedroom. The teen had already removed her t-shirt
and skirt and had tossed them on the floor where they lay
scattered among many other such outfits. Suzanne found the teen
standing next to her bed, the front closure on her lacy bra
unsnapped. She was holding both cups away from her small breasts
and peachy alert nipples, ready to slide the straps down her arms
and remove the garment all together.

"Get out!" Daria shouted over the din of the blasting
stereo, forgetting about her exposed breasts, leaving the bra
cups flapping at her side. "This is my room. I didn't say you
could come in here".

     Suzanne strolled over to stereo next to Daria's bed and
switched it off.

     "Hey!..." Daria began. Before she could utter another word,
Suzanne sat down on Daria's bed, grabbed both of the girl's arms
and pulled the teen across her knees, the bra still hanging at
the teen's sides.

     "Heyyyy! Let go of me!" Daria demanded.

     Without a word, her stepmother slipped her fingers into the
waistband of the teen's white french-cut bikini panties and began
tugging them down over the girl's perfect, chubby mounds.

     "Unh!" Daria gasped, shocked. "What do you think you're
doing?" Daria managed to squeal while she squirmed and struggled
to get off her stepmother's lap.

     Suzanne, ignoring her stepdaughter's protests, continued to
pull the silky panties down over the teen's sassy bottom. She
slid them past her supple thighs until they collared her knees.

     "Noooo!" was all the dazed girl could think of to shout.
She threw her hands behind her, trying to cover her exposed
bottom, her bra straps caught in the crook of her arms.

     Suzanne pulled the bra off of Daria's arms, took hold of
Daria's hands, lifted them away from her bottom and held them at
her waist. Though the teen struggled and squirmed on top of her
stepmother's lap, there was nothing in Suzanne's way.

     "Let me go, you bitch!" The teen demanded, wiggling her
body, before letting loose a horrifying stream of obscenities.

     Suzanne had heard all of those words before. Daria used
them at will with friends and foes alike. The stepmother found it
difficult to believe that words that ugly could come out of such
a pretty girl. Nevertheless, they did and it was going to end
now.

     Daria's chubby cheeks had not been seen by an adult since
she had been potty-trained at the age of two. Not even by her
beloved Daddy. Now this virtual stranger was not only looking at
her nakedness, but was about to give her bottom the kind of
attention it had never received.

     "Daria", Suzanne said, as she rested her hand on the teen's
plump little bottom, "I've tried to be kind to you and patient,
hoping that with a little time you would get over your resentment
that I am not your real mother. I now realize that I have done a
disservice to you by allowing you to treat me so discourteously
and disrespectfully. The only way you will be able to think of
me as a mother, will be for me act like one".
     Suzanne looked at her step daughter's pert, creamy bottom,
as full and as firm as a dancer's. She hesitated only a moment
before raising her hand. She brought down a great slap on the
right side of Daria's virgin flesh, causing the little cheek to
bounce.

     Stunned, Daria stiffened and for a moment could not utter a
sound even as she felt the unfamiliar sting spread slowly across
her cheek.

     Spank!

     "Ow! I'm going to tell my dad," Daria managed to threaten
weakly, still in shock.

     Spank!

     "Please do," Suzanne advised and spanked again.

     "Ow! "I'm going to tell him to divorce you."

     Spank! Daria jumped a little, her bottom jiggled, her cheek
displayed a glowing blush.

     "Not before I'm through with your bottom."

     Spank!

     "Ow!" Daria had momentarily run out of words.

     Suzanne slapped her hand down again, landing a hard smack on
the same cheek. The first sting had not yet ended when the next
one began its heat.

     "Uh!" Daria squeaked. She was naked, she felt the sting of
every spank, yet she still could not believe she was being
spanked. Not her. This couldn't be happening.

     Suzanne spanked the cheek again using the entire flat of her
hand, the force stinging her palm.

     "Owwww! Oh God! What are you doing!? Stop!" Daria demanded.
She finally began to realize she was really being spanked.

     Suzanne smacked the cheek, cracking the air with a sharp
retort, the teen's flesh blushing brightly.

     "Ohhhh!" Daria screeched, feeling the heat. She struggled
to free her wrists. She was not going to take this without a
fight.
     Holding the teen firmly and ignoring her struggle, Suzanne
shifted her hand and spanked the high arch of both springy chubs
over and over, the sting spreading out over the entire cheek, the
other one cool and unblemished.

     "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Daria screamed. Boy, when I get a hold of
this bitch, she's going to be sorry, Daria thought. I'll pinch
the skin right off of her. I'll pull her hair out. I'll ...

     "Owwwwww!

     Spank! Suzanne interrupted Daria's thoughts with an attack
on the other cheek.

     "You've been a very naughty girl, Daria. You really need a
good spanking. A good long hard spanking. That's just what your
little bottom was made for. Especially your bottom. It's just
perfect for spanking. So plump and firm. It takes a spank and
then bounces back for more as though it knows how much it needs
to be disciplined."

     Daria was humiliated. She was naked. She was being spanked
like an ordinary child. And to top it all off, a description
(and a very good one) of her bottom right out loud. She'd
wiggled it and used it to tease and, judging from the response of
the boys over the years, she knew it was one of the best features
of her body. But she never thought it would be bared and
tortured. And by that woman!

     Suzanne again shifted positions and began spanking the other
cheek again. Hard wallops that bounced the muffins and
embarrassed them to a deep red.

     Having at last found her voice and her temper, Daria began
her tirade.
     "Owwww! You won't get away with this! Owww! Who do you
think you are? You're nobody! Owwww! NOBODY! Just another one
of Daddy's whores!"

     Now Suzanne was running out of patience. She had determined
to give this spanking calmly and thoroughly but was finding it
difficult given Daria's bratty name-calling tantrum. She found
the extra tender skin at the base of the teen's bottom and stung
it with firms spanks. She placed her hand under one cheek and
lifted it, holding it up while delivering hot and noisy smacks.
She treated the other cheek to the same biting attention.

     "Owwww!" Daria kicked her legs. "I'll get you for this!
Daddy will get you for this! He doesn't care about you! I'm the
only one he loves! You're just someone to screw!"
     Now Suzanne looked for an as yet untouched place to spank.
She spotted the least fleshy area where the high dome of Daria's
perfect little bottom slanted down towards her waist. She used
the full force of her long fingers to spank the creamy skin.

"Owww! Ohhhh!" Daria shrieked. The heat prickled her
tender skin like a hundred dancing needles.

     "By the time I'm through with you, Daria, you won't even
think those kinds of words, let alone say them. I'm going to
spank you until you are obedient. I'm going to spank you until
you are polite. I'm going to spank you until your mouth is as
clean and as innocent as a newborn baby's. And then I'm going to
spank you some more," Suzanne promised as she continued to spank
all over Daria's chubby bottom.

     "Noooooo!" Daria bucked her body in a frenzy trying to get
free.

     When all of the girl's bottom was some shade of red, Suzanne
started over, spanking the petite cushions harder. She used her
anger and her determination to ignore the sting in her hand and
the fatigue in her arm to smack the brazen chubs.

     "Owww! I hate you!"

     Suzanne spanked the teen's left cheek with a flurry of
hearty slaps.

     "Owww! Stop it right now!" Daria shouted.

     Suzanne responded with an equally hard round of slaps to
Daria's other cheek.

     "Owwww!" Daria bellowed. I said Stoooooop!"

     "Don't you think you need another spank?" Suzanne asked. "I
think so. Here it
comes."

     To Daria's chagrin, she could not avoid clenching her
cheeks.

     Spank!

     "Owwww!

     "Another one? Did I hear you say 'no'? Well, I think you do
need another one.
You were pretty naughty." Suzanne let go of her stepdaughter's
wrists, tightened her grip around the girl's waist, and lifted
her, bringing the naughty teen's pudgy bottom right off her lap.
She smacked the upthrust bottom furiously, her body turning into
each spank. Suzanne used the advantage of her leverage, strength
and Daria's position to accomplish solid smacks across the teen's
bouncing bottom. Suzanne ignored her sore hand and tired arm and
spanked Daria with loud, solid whacks.

     With her arms now free, Daria fought with all her strength
to get herself off Suzanne's lap. She pushed and hit her
stepmother's thighs. Part of her body had been lifted right off
of Suzanne's lap, her bottom now embarrassingly close to the
woman's strong hand. Still, Daria flailed her legs and fought.
If Suzanne had not been so angry, she would have laughed at the
comical display.

     "Before this week is out, Daria," Suzanne said as she struck
the girl's chubs, "you'll learn to obey me without question. You
will be polite at all times. There will be no more fights at
school. No more tantrums. No more naughty language. And you
will call me 'Mom'."

     "Owww! Stop it! Owww! I won't call you anything but
'bitch'! Owwww! You
can't tell me what to do! Ohhhhh!"

     Daria continued to kick and squirm; Suzanne made no attempt
to stop the struggle, confident in her ability to hold the
wiggling girl in place while she spanked.      Suzanne raised her
hand again and increased the force of the smacks. Rebelling in
spite of the spanks, the teen continued her tirade of shouts,
obscenities and threats.

     Daria was mortified. No one had ever controlled her.
Having grown up without a mother, no woman had ever seen her bare
bottom. And now she was naked and this woman was spanking her!
Oh just wait until her Daddy got home! He'd fix this bitch!
She'd see to it that Suzanne got her ass whipped but good before
Daddy kicked her out on that same ass!

     Daria carried on with her perfect tantrum as Suzanne
continued the barrage of sharp slaps and smarting spanks on the
girl's bottom. She dropped the girl back onto her lap, but made
no attempt to recapture the teen's arms. She allowed Daria to
squirm to her heart's content while she spanked.

     Wishing she had thought to use a paddle, Suzanne struck the
sassy moons as hard as she could in rapid slaps.

     "You have never had a mother's attention and I intend to
spend this week giving you what you need," the new mom said, a
hard spank given between each word.

     To her abject humiliation, Daria burst into tears. Her body
sagged against her stepmother and convulsed in sobs of pain,
frustration and defeat.

     "Nooooo! Stooooop! Ouuuch! No moooore! Dammit, Suzanne.
Stop, Su..., Mom. Mom, Mom, Mommyyyy! Please stop! Ooooh!"
Daria wailed.

     "When I've decided you've been well spanked I'll stop, and
not one spank before then," Suzanne said sternly using slower but
harder spanks.

     "Please stop! Daria begged. Owww! Mom, please. Ow! I'll
obey you, Mom. I'll be a good girl, she cried.

     Suzanne knew the spanking she was giving was hard, but not
as severe as Daria pretended with her histrionics. She
determined to continue the spanking until she was sure that the
assault was every bit as painful as the young girl pretended it
was. Over the girl's protests and promises, Suzanne brought down
forceful smacks on each of the cheeks as they danced and colored
to various shades of red and her own palm was stinging at least
as much as the girl's bottom.

     "You're willing to promise anything now, Daria," said
Suzanne, "because your bottom is smarting. When the pain goes
away, you may be tempted to be naughty again".

     After Suzanne had brought down one final slap she moved her
hand around and around her step daughter's bottom.

     Still crying, her bottom ablaze, the teen vowed "No, Mom.
"I'll be good, I swear. Daddy never spanked me. Now that I know
you will, and how it feels, I'll be an angel".

     Suzanne couldn't help smiling over that. An angel with
devil's horns holding up her halo she thought.

     Suzanne glided her hands over her the girl's bottom.

     "You have been denied the experience of a mother's love and
I intend to make that up to you.   Affection and protection, as
well as discipline, are among the things you will need. The
redness in Daria's bottom was subsiding as Suzanne slowly stroked
the little cheeks.

     "We'll have a week together, day and night, for you to know
a mother's care. I have a soft heart for little girls, but that
does not mean I will ever let you get away with naughty behavior
again. Just in case this spanking fades from your memory during
the night, I intend to put your bare bottom over my knees every
morning and give you a little "reminder". Just enough to give
you a good sting and turn your cheeks pink. That should keep you
polite and obedient".

     Daria was mortified, but did not dare to protest. Suzanne
assisted her stepdaughter to her feet and the teen quickly pulled
her panties up. Noticing for the first time her bra was missing,
she placed on hand on each breast, her nipples peeking through
her fingers.

     "Come here, Daria." Suzanne said as she stood and reached
out her hand. "Walk over to the mirror with me."

     Daria reluctantly removed a hand from her breast and gave it
to Suzanne. They walked over to the full-length, oak-framed
mirror in the corner of the teen's room and stood in front of it.
Daria stood there wearing just her panties, one breast covered
with her hand, one hand holding Suzanne's, her face red and tear-
stained.

     "Turn around, Daria." Suzanne directed.

     Daria let go of her stepmother's hand and turned around.

     "Turn your head and look behind you,"Suzanne ordered.

     Daria turned her head and looked into the mirror at her
panty-clad bottom. Suzanne reached over and pulled the teen's
panties down.

     "Oh!" Daria yelped, but made no attempt to cover herself.

     "See how red your bottom is, Daria?" Suzanne asked.

     "Yes,"Daria whispered, face blushing deeply.

     "It looks sore. Is it?" Suzanne asked.

     "Yes. It's sore, Daria murmured, beginning to cry.

     "Remember what your bottom looks like and how much it hurts,
Daria, the next time you think about being naughty. If I have to
spank you again for misbehavior, I'll use the paddle on your
chubby little bottom," Suzanne promised sternly. "Have I made
myself clear?"

     "Yes, Daria choked, looking away from the mirror, hot shame
washing over her.

     Suzanne pulled up the teen's panties.

     "You will stay in your room and write a note of apology to
the principal and to the girl you struck, Suzanne instructed her
stepdaughter. "After I have read the notes and approved them,
you may help me prepare dinner."

     The teen nodded her assent, her eyes still teary. Suzanne
drew her stepdaughter to her and held her.

     "I want to be a good mother to you, sweetie. Discipline is
part of being a good parent. Do you understand?"

     Daria nodded her response and Suzanne kissed her
stepdaughter's forehead and left the room.

     Rubbing her bottom, Daria realized she had underestimated
her stepmother. Perhaps, she thought, I should have come up with
a plan I could have put into action a little at a time. Maybe
drive Suzanne crazy over a long period of time. She's thinks
she's won. Huh! When Daddy comes home I'm going to tell him what
she did to me. He'll never allow it to happen again. He might
even take me with him every time he has to go away on business.
That'll show her. Suddenly remembering the "reminder" spankings
her stepmother promised her, Daria decided she'd better keep cool
until her father came home. She went over to her desk and wrote
the notes of apology, not one word of which was sincere.

     In the meantime, Suzanne was in the den talking to her
husband on the phone. "You were right, Honey, Daria was
naughtier than ever the minute you left the house. I gave her a
good bare-bottomed spanking, but I think it shocked her more than
hurt her. I promised her a "reminder" every day this week. If
she really misbehaves, though, I'll use the paddle you bought for
that purpose. My hand is still stinging from her hard bottom.
You know, I never approved of spanking and I was reluctant to
adopt your newly acquired views on the subject, but I must admit
that it had quite a good effect on our wayward girl. At least
for the time being. Just think, I might never have gone along
with it if you hadn't given me a little "demonstration" before
you left on your trip. I might even try to think of something
naughty to do when you get home," she teased. "Funny, but I
don't think Daria feels the same way," Suzanne said, looking at
her red hand, still warm and stinging slightly from its recent
workout.