“Goddamit,” he grumbled into the phone. He looked up at her balefully. “I’ll have to call you back. I’ve got to deal with a certain problem student...again.” He slammed down the phone.
“What do you have to say for yourself this time?” he demanded. “Not only are you ruining your future, but you’re wasting my time. And I expect more from you than I would anyone else. This better be the last time I see you in here.”
“I’m sorry, Stepfather,” the girl whined, squirming and looking down at her shoes.
Stepfather. I felt my pulse begin to race. Did Robert...? I felt my sex begin to wake up. Heat started to bloom from my center, radiating throughout my body. No, that would be so bad, so wrong. So…forbidden.
“You’re the principal’s daughter. My daughter. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Stepfather, I said I’m sorry.” She looked up at him, a little defiantly.
“I wonder what your mother is going to think about this. I’m going to bring it up next time I see her. And you can forget about that new car."
Her eyes grew wide. “Stepfather, no. Please don’t tell her.”
“You can let me tell her, or you can take your punishment. The choice is up to you.”
“Please don’t tell her.”
“Then lean against the wall, Jessica. Right over there.” The girl leaned against the wall and he flipped her skirt up over her ass, exposing her bare white bottom. He gave it a violent smack, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot up my body.
“Tell me you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry, Stepfather.” He smacked her again, hard, leaving a red mark on her bottom. I could feel myself getting wet. I didn’t know why, but watching her little behind getting smacked hard, watching her whole body twitch with pain every time he hit her, was turning me on.
And so was the idea that my own stepfather might catch me. I looked up at the door, my heart racing.
He spanked her again as he continued his scolding. I squirmed in my chair. I wanted to touch myself. Watching the girl on the screen being taken and punished was almost too much. My whole body felt like it was pulsing with lust.
“Now kneel on the floor! I want you to tell me why I’m punishing you right now.”
“Because I’m a bad girl, and I smoked a cigarette behind the auto shop during lunch.”
“What was that? I can’t hear you? Speak louder—and look at me when you’re talking to me! Why are you being punished?”
The hot little blond looked up at him with wide doe eyes and wailed, ““Because I’m a bad girl and I smoke!”
The male actor then dropped his pants and took out his cock. It was big, and it was raging, rock-hard and pulsing with veins. He pushed it into her little mouth and she gagged, trying to push him away. He used her mouth to please himself as she weakly submitted, then a minute later, he shot his cum all over her white blouse.
I moaned out loud and fought the urge to touch myself. What I had just seen was so degrading and wrong, but I had been unable to look away. I closed the video. My whole body felt hot, and my temples were pounding. I wanted to run back to my room and get myself off. I knew it would only take a minute. My clit was pulsing so hard, it practically hurt.
Then I opened the next porn video. Another girl was bent over a desk, her arms tied in front of her, and an older man was hitting her bottom with his palm, hard. Her bottom was pale, and she was wearing white cotton panties. She gave a little gasp of pleasure every time.
“Oh shit,” I gasped. What was it about being spanked that turned me on so much? I felt like I had discovered something crazy about myself I never knew existed.
“Emily?” Robert called from downstairs.
“Almost done!” I yelled back, quickly closing the naughty video and pulling up the BitTorrent client. It was actually done already. I transferred the file to a flash drive and stood up. God I was wet! A total hot mess. Of course, I’d watched porn a couple of times with my friend Zoe. She loved it. I had thought she was kind of gross for watching it; if I ever needed to get off, it didn’t seem like I needed more than my fingers and my imagination. I guess what I had watched with Zoe just hadn’t been my thing, because what I’d seen on Robert’s computer practically made my head explode. I padded down the stairs with the flash drive in hand, hoping I didn’t look too guilty.
Robert was still sitting on the couch, reading something on his iPad. “Did you get it?” he looked questioningly at me.
“Yeah, I think so,” I answered, plugging the stick into the back of the TV and starting the movie again. I sat back down on the couch lengthwise and put my head on his leg, the way I usually did.
His thigh against the back of my head usually felt familiar and comfortable, but this time...lately I hadn’t quite been able to keep my naughty thoughts about Robert off my mind, and laying down next to him on the couch this particular evening sent a little surge of lust racing down my body. I squirmed involuntarily under the blanket.
“You okay, honey?” Robert asked, running his hand through my hair affectionately. I closed my eyes and drew in my breath suddenly, unable to help it. He’d set my scalp afire with cold tingles.
I blushed, embarrassed. I knew the way I enjoyed his touch was probably obvious. “I’m fine, Stepfather,” I answered, channeling the girl I just viewed on the video. “I think my tummy’s just a little upset.”
“Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” he soothed. His hand moved under the blanket to gently caress my stomach. I closed my eyes again. I liked being held by him, protected and comforted.
“It’s okay,” I sighed, rolling onto my side to watch the movie. God, if only he knew how my body responded to his touch.
Our movie night ended the way it usually did, with me passing out with my head on his leg, and him softly waking me up. I yawned and stretched, my arm bumping against his chest accidentally as I uncurled.
“What time is it?”
“Almost eleven thirty.” I reluctantly got out from under the warm blanket, feeling wobbly on my feet. I always wanted to fall asleep on the couch, but Robert would never let me.
“Night, Stepfather,” I said, leaning over and letting him kiss me on the cheek. I then went to bed. The first thing I immediately did upon covering myself with my bed sheets was plunge a hand down my pants.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned, easing more and more pleasure out of myself, my fingers buried in the folds of my velvety slit. I was desperate now. I imagined it was Robert who was violating me, his big hand deep inside my white cotton panties, as I writhed on the couch next to him.
A series of little animal squeaks left my mouth, the same sound I always made as I pushed myself through those last few ecstatic moments when it felt like my whole body was swelling with hot pleasure. I finally came, feeling every muscle in my body clench as I let my orgasm have its way with me.
“Oh…God,” I groaned, rolling over and relaxing. My whole body was heaving. I sucked my fingers, enjoying my own taste, and the way the nasty little act made a second wave of lust bloom through my body.
Why was I so horny all the time? I couldn’t take it. I liked Caleb, even if he could be a little annoying. I was going to make Caleb fuck me, I decided, before I rolled over and went to sleep.
****
Would Robert let me go to Sonic Emergence? That was the question. He should. After all, it was a week after graduation. Not letting me go would be mean. And my stepfather wasn’t mean. A little demanding maybe, but not mean.
Still, I felt a little nervous bringing it up.
So I decided to put it off another day. After all, I was going out tonight, and I didn’t feel like having an argument about it; I was meeting Caleb at a vegetarian restaurant in thirty minutes, and I had to ask for the keys to the 4Runner anyway. If I brought it up now, Robert was bound to hold the keys from me until I convinced him Sonic Emergence wasn’t going to be the drug-soaked music festival that it was, and that he was finally going to be able to meet and examine Caleb to his satisfaction.