My New Stepmom Takes Over

[This story involves significant discipline as well as bodily functions and suggestions of incest. If any of these topics bother you, please do not read the story. All characters are 18 or over.]

When I became 18, my dad, who'd been widowed for almost five years since my mother died in a plane accident, met a woman about his age with whom he said he found he was totally compatible. That kind of statement was typical of him because he couldn't bring himself to say outright that he was in love with her.

I admit that when he finally introduced me to Janet, I was surprised at his choice. She was pretty enough, with blondish hair and a nice figure. Janet also dressed nicely, recognizing that she was in her late 40s. She came off to me as very friendly but once Dad married her, she became much more assertive.

First, she told me that I needed to pull my weight more around the house and set out a list of chores I was now assigned to perform. Most were appropriate, since I was a member of the household, and the youngest so it was reasonable to expect me to pitch in. But I did rebel mentally at being made to clean the toilets, including the one in my parents' bathroom.

One early surprise for me was to find out that Janet had a habit of leaving her soiled panties on the floor in that bathroom. To get on her good side, I washed out one pair carefully and hung it up on the shower rail to dry. I got a chuckle from now knowing that Janet wore sexy wild striped bikini panties.

Later that week, she took me aside and thanked me for washing her undies but added with a smile that I really should have asked her before I got involved in her intimate matters. I tried to be as nice as I could, despite her annoyance at what I'd perceived as my performing a helpful service for her that I didn't have to do. But I did ask her if she didn't want me in their ensuite bathroom.

"Of course I want you to clean the bathroom, Jane," she said in a slightly snappish tone, "but I'm reluctant to have you handling my panties." It now looked like she was upset and about to cry. "I'm afraid I have to be firm about this, dear," she added, "because your father has assigned me to supervise you from now on. You will come to me for your allowance and for permission to go out on dates."

My face reddened and I stared at her in disbelief. "I'm 18, Janet, and fully able to take care of myself, as I've done for five years," I declared. "I'm happy for you and Dad, but my father had no right to bring you into my activities like that."

"You're wrong about that," she snapped in reply. "So long as you live here, you are living on our sufferance. Your father wants me to keep you in line and I have no hesitation in doing what he wants. I hope you're not challenging my authority because I will have to take steps that I'd prefer to avoid. However, if you know what's good for you, Janie, you'll do what I say."

I was tempted to walk out of the room but decided to hold my tongue. That wasn't enough for Janet, who then told me she wanted to hear me apologize and promise to heed her in the future.

When I nodded that I wasn't about to do that, she told me that she had to take steps she hadn't expected to need to take so soon. I asked her what she was talking about.

I saw a slight curl of her lip when she said, "Janie, you've been naughty, and naughty girls need to be spanked."

This was truly unbelievable. This woman who had just become my stepmom was saying she would spank me! Then she added: "And Janie, I think you'll submit to me now because if you go to your father, he will tell you to mind me and I will not only spank you but use my cane on your bare bottom, as well as other punishments if necessary."

I now understood I had a stepmom who was a true dominant and determined to exercise dominion over me in every way. I pleaded for forgiveness because I really didn't want to be spanked. I'd never been spanked by my parents who believed in things like time-outs.

"OK, Janet," I abjectly responded. "I'll submit to your disciplining."

"That's much better, Janie," Janet replied curtly. I followed her out of the bathroom into what was now her bedroom as well as my dad's. She seated herself on the armless chair at her dressing table.

With a slight smile disclosing her satisfaction at my submission to her will, she then motioned for me to stand in front of her. When I did, she ceremoniously lifted my short skirt and carefully tucked it under my blouse and belt. Then I felt her fingers in the waistband of my panties, which she slowly lowered over my bottom, baring it, and taking them about halfway down my thighs.

Then she motioned to me to lie across her skirted lap. Janet was wearing a smart grey flannel skirt, which I felt on my bare front now. It was not at all long before she began spanking my bottom cheeks, alternating between them, and hitting hard. I was worried that I might start crying soon, attesting to my weakness and need for her supervision and control.

The spanks kept coming, in fact, they intensified in both strength and frequency. I started to groan, then did cry, and yes, I screamed, because it really hurt.

"What big baby you are, Janie," Janet observed dryly. "It's obvious you've needed this disciplining for some time." She kept spanking but finally stopped. I was panting both from the hurt and my fear. I could not see her pick up her ebony hairbrush from her dressing table and start to pelt my bottom with the wooden side.

This hurt horribly, and I cried out. She ordered me to keep quiet or I'd really have something to cry about. I managed to suppress my cries as the brush struck over and over on my already sore bottom. Then I was shocked, surprisingly in view of what developed as her dominion over me increased, when I felt her fingers gently moving through my legs, touching my anal crack and poking my anus and then running through the furrow where she pushed her finger into my coochie and grazed the tip of my clit.

"You're wet, Janie, which means this turns you on," Janet proclaimed in triumph. "You obviously need and subconsciously want to be disciplined, so disciplined you shall be. "From now on, you are totally under my control. You will ask me to leave the house for any reason or use the car. I will also have you ask me for permission to use the toilet until I'm confident that I can rely on you to do your business on your own. That means that when I give you permission, and it may not always be given right when you submit your request, I will accompany you to the bathroom."

I had trouble processing all of her statements. This woman was the most dominant person I'd ever known, and she was now in total charge of me! Worse yet, she now was aware that the very prospect of her control got me wet between by legs. I was sure she would also decide whether I could go out or even see my boyfriend, Larry.

She must've known what I was thinking because she repeated her discovery that I was wet between my legs. Then she coyly asked, "I know you have a boyfriend, Janie. Tell me, have you let him fuck you?"

Her use of that word, much less the wrongness of the question, floored me. I was nonplused and blurted, "Yes, Janet, we have made love." And anticipating her next question, I added, "I'm on the pill."

Janet was already moving to another subject, with me still bare-assed over her lap. "Janie, I want you to call me Mom or Mother at all times now, and when you are being disciplined, you will call me Mommy. You will never refer to me as your stepmother," she declared.

"Yes, Mommy," I hastened to reply, if only to be allowed to get up.

"Now, you may stand and go over there and face the window," she said coolly. "Yes, you will keep your skirt up and panties down. Someone walking by may see you, but that is your problem. This will be your 'naughty spot,' where you will stand in readiness to be disciplined. After your discipline has been completed, you will stand there again until you are told you may recover your clothing and leave the room."

Janet completely took over my life. I did take courses at the Uni so she had to let me out to attend them. But I was not allowed to linger or even spend time in the union with my friends. I saw Larry and explained that I was having problems with my new stepmom so would let him now when she allowed me to go out.

He raised his eyebrows and told me that he still loved me and hoped for the best. "You're such a fine girl, Jane," he said seriously, "so I hope this gets resolved soon."

When I came that day, Janet was ready with some more new rules. "You will receive your allowance each Friday, and the amount will depend on your behavior the previous week," she intoned. "If you have been a good girl, which means you have not needed discipline, you will be allowed to go out over the weekend. At any time, you may be told to submit to a panty inspection," she advised me.

"Now is as good a time as any for you to learn what is expected of you, including your personal hygiene," Janet observed. "Lift your skirt now and take down your panties for inspection."

As usual, Janet's ability to surprise me with the speed and ferocity of her taking charge still amazed me. I did what she said and felt totally exposed standing in the living room with my panties down and my bush and everything down there on display.

Janet bent over to peer into the gusset of my white cotton undies. She snorted and told me I had obviously been careless in wiping after using the toilet because there were yellow and brown stains in my panties. I cringed in shame as no one had ever told me that my panties were soiled.

"When will you get your period, Janie?" she then persevered.

"It's likely to start next Wednesday, Mom," I replied naturally as if it were the most normal question I'd ever responded to. "My second day is my heaviest."

"Very well," she said. "Depending on your behavior, Janie, I will decide what kind of menstrual protection you will use. I assume you use tampons. If you have been naughty, however, you will be wearing maxipads between your legs for your whole period. I'm a modern woman myself, so I will also have you try using the new period panties, which work very well, and possibly a menstrual cup."

"Again, do not test or provoke me with whining or complaint," she emphasized. "I also have sanitary panties with clips inside that you will wear during your period if you have been a bad girl. And for extremely bad conduct, I will have you wearing lockable panties that I will open for you to change your protection or use the toilet. The frequency of the panties being unlocked will depend on how you behave."

This was getting worse and worse. I listened and told Janet in abject tones that I respected her authority and would be a particularly good girl.

"I hope that is the case," Janet said skeptically, "but even good girls normally need some discipline to orient themselves to the new rules and then they must be disciplined regularly for maintenance. Count on getting spanked before getting your allowance each week, Janie."

I was starting to cry again at her severity. "I'm sorry, Mom," I managed to get out, "but the rules are so invasive and make me so ashamed that I'm not myself."

"You'd better get hold of yourself, Janie," she snapped. "I'm quite busy and don't have time for foolishness. How much does your father normally give you for your allowance?"

I told her that he expected me to use my allowance carefully and that he would give me $50 each week.

Janet raised her eyebrows. "That's quite generous," she commented. "I will have to see how you behave so I can decide whether to lower that amount." She opened her purse, took out her stylish tan Coach wallet, and counted out two twenties and one ten-dollar bill. "Here you are," she said without any further comment.

"Thank you, Mom," I responded. "I intend to be the best girl I can be for you so I can keep my panties up."

"We'll see how you do," she smiled with a curl of her lip. "I was bothered by your washing my panties, even though I think you meant well. You've seen that I don't beat around the bush. I didn't want you or anyone to see my panties because they often have stains from when your dad and I make love. Yes, we fuck whenever I'm in the mood and I'm in the mood most days."

"I understand, Mom," I said clearly, "and I'm really sorry for unknowingly intruding into your private matters. I realize I need to go to the bathroom so I'm asking now for permission."

"All right," she smiled. "What do you have to do?"

I decided to speak in childish terms to signify my submission: "Mom, I need to wee and to make a doody."

Janet's eyes brightened as did her smile. "I'm so pleased you used those words, dear," she said with real affection. She then led me to the hall bathroom. When we got there, I proceeded as she nodded her approval to lift my skirt out of the way and then pull my panties down almost to my knees. I asked her if I could go now.

"Yes, Janie, you now may pee and shit," Janet sat plainly. I hadn't been embarrassed being bared before for the spanking and panty inspection, but having her there hearing my pee burst out into the bowl and then, worse yet, my doody plop out of my bottom shamed me, although amid all the other humiliations, this shouldn't have seemed so awful.

When it was clear that my pee had stopped and there were no more plops hitting the water in the bowl, Janet told me I could wipe. I took some toilet paper and wiped carefully front to back.

"Show me the paper," she ordered.

I shamefacedly did that and she smiled, "There's quite a lot of brown on that. Wipe some more, dear."

I continued to wipe and show her the paper until it was totally clean.

"That's how I expect it should look when you are finished wiping your cunt and your asshole," she noted crudely, as was her wont.

I asked for permission to pull up my pants and she nodded her assent, and I put my clothing back in order. Janet then told me to kneel on the floor facing the toilet as she now sat on the seat. She flipped her skirt up and took her sexy bikini panties down. I could see the white stains from my dad's cum and her vaginal juices in the crotch.

Then much to my surprise, Janet began to pee. I had to watch as her stream poured out from back between her legs. Then I saw her push and excrete what must've been a long, thick turd, which joined mine in the bowl, because I hadn't yet flushed.

"Janie," she said quietly as I kept kneeling in front of her seated on the pot, "I'd be very appreciative if you leaned forward and cleaned me now that I've done my business."

I was taken aback at the extent that this woman would go to exercise her dominant authority over me. Without giving it much thought, which would have gotten me into trouble, I did what she asked. She had a hairy crotch, and I licked her wet vulval slit and even poked my tongue into her vaginal opening. I smelled and tasted the inimitable smell and taste of a freshly fucked cunt. She flinched when I licked her clit very lightly. Then she told me to move back for a moment and she turned round on the toilet, so I was facing her pale white ass. Janet had a nice bottom which must appeal to my father's taste, I thought.

For a moment, I envisioned the amazing sight of seeing them fucking. Then I returned to earth, more specifically, my assigned task of cleaning Janet's asshole, from which she had just defecated, with my tongue. Without being ordered to continue, I leaned forward and began licking that deeply recessed asshole. It did taste sort of fusty or musty--never know which of those words is the right one--but not all that awful. I chuckled to myself that Janet was clearly able to pass her bowel movements cleanly. I did lick her clean and it didn't taste that bad because there was so little fecal matter there.

Janet then pulled up her panties and flushed the loaded toilet. Fortunately, it didn't get blocked by both our bowel movements and all the toilet paper I used which were in the bowl.

Things were quiet then. I was able to use my phone and call my friends and Larry. I said I hoped to be able to see them this weekend.

Janet had told me that she expected me to be in bed by 9:30 and put the lights out and devices off by 10. She checked on me both times and the second time, I asked her for a kiss good night. She smiled and bent over to kiss me. I somehow lost control suddenly and sneezed right in her face.

She was furious. "Did you do that on purpose?" she asked angrily. "Oh, it doesn't matter if you did. You need punishment, sweetie."

She reached into her large handbag and pulled out a pair of white panties that looked like something nurses wore. She told me to take off any undies I might be wearing and put these on. I could see when I pulled them up that there was a small lock on the side.

"Oh shit," I thought, "she's already making me wear the awful lockable panties and I didn't even sneeze on purpose!"

When I had them up and felt the tight waistband around my belly, she snapped the little golden lock shut and kept the key. "I wear this key around my neck," she informed me. "If you need to go during the night, you will have to come and get me. It's all right to wake me. And I won't punish you for disturbing me even if your father is in the middle of fucking with me."

I now was desperately afraid of having to go, which meant that I knew soon I would need to pee or even make a doody. I fell asleep and was awoken when I needed to pee. I looked at the clock and it was just after 1 A.M. I got out of bed in my nightgown--the locked panties under it--and walked to my parents' bedroom and knocked.

I heard Janet shout to come in and was not entirely surprised but just amazed to see her nude, on top, and fucking my dad in the reverse cowboy position. "You can see that we're engaged, darling," she said offhandedly, "but come over and I'll unlock you. After you're done, I will rely on you to relock your panties."

She managed to reach over and use her key to unlock my panties while keeping my dad's cock in her apparently tight snatch. Seeing her in this controlling position confirmed my view of Janet as an incredibly dominant woman. My dad, by the way, looked too pleased with her fucking him (for that is what was happening) to worry about his darling daughter catching him in flagrante, even if it was with his wife.

Unlocked, I proceeded to the hall bathroom and sitting on the toilet, I pissed and shat. I made sure to wipe myself incredibly thoroughly; I damned well didn't want to get any stain on the lockable panties, or I might be locked in them indefinitely.

Then I returned to bed and was exhausted. I didn't relock the panties. I hadn't given it a thought and it was not intentional. However, Janet came into my room early, woke me up, and told me I had not relocked the panties.

"I trusted you to follow my directions, Janie, and you really fucked up by not complying," Janet was crying with anger.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I protested. "I must have slipped into bed and fell asleep instantly. I really wasn't trying to flout your orders."

Janet had brought her handbag into my room when she woke me. She reached into it and drew out a small black rod, which looked like it was made of graphite. I was told to stay on the bed but to get up on all fours. That's a scary posture because all of my privates were on display. That didn't make much difference, however, because Janet just started to beat me on the bottom with the little rod, which made a slapping noise and each of its strokes hurt like hell.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I cried. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

"Sorry you will be, Janie," Janet said sarcastically. She reached into her handbag and must have taken something out. I felt her fingers pressing some kind of pill as deeply into my anus as she could. It wasn't too big, so it didn't especially hurt. Then she inserted what felt like a long, smooth, thin object about two or three inches in length. She got it all the way in, then came around to speak directly to my face.