Dominated By Her Stepdaughter Ch 25

When the party finally broke up and Diana and the actresses took off, Carla went to bed but found herself tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a glass of straight vodka, hoping it would help her sleep. When that didn't work she had another. By the time she finally managed to drift off, she had done some serious damage to the bottle.

This morning Daisy had taken off to work -- she worked part-time as a barista to cover her modest expenses. Carla scrounged around the kitchen for something to eat but came up empty. So she headed out to a cafe and by the time she got there, she had come to a decision: She was going home immediately.

It cost her a pretty penny to change flights, but very rarely did she not do what she wanted to do because of money. It was the upside of having the father that she did. She took an Uber to the airport, hangover beginning to clear now that she had some food and coffee in her. It was good to be heading home.

* * *

Back at the house, Annabel decided to keep her collar off and lay out in the sun for awhile, see if she couldn't fade that tan line a little bit. Carla wasn't due back for another day, so she'd never know. Feeling bold, Annabel pulled off her top and laid out on a lounge chair wearing nothing but her yoga pants.

After awhile she drifted off to sleep, so she never heard Carla's car approaching the house. The sound of the front door startled her awake, though, and realizing immediately what was happening, she dashed for the house to get her collar. But it was too late -- Carla was standing there in the hallway in front of her.

"Hi," said Annabel, overjoyed that Carla was home, but worried about having been caught collarless.

"Hello," responded Carla coolly. Then she reached out and grabbed Annabel around the neck where her collar was supposed to be. "What the hell is this?"

"I, um..." stammered Annabel. "There's this tan line and...."

Carla held up her hand. "I don't care." In truth she was relieved at having been handed a pretext on which to punish Annabel. She was mad at her stepmother for making her feel the way she felt, distracting her from what should have been a great time in San Francisco, and prompting her to cut her trip short. She didn't want to admit to Annabel or to herself how strong her feelings were becoming.

Pulling Annabel roughly into the living room, Carla stripped her pants off and bent her over the ottoman. After using Annabel's yoga pants to tie her hands behind her back, Carla opened her suitcase and pulled out the cane she'd been given. She swished it back and forth the air a couple times so Annabel could see.

Annabel gulped. This was a fearsome-looking implement, and while she trusted Carla not to injure her, she was afraid it was really going to hurt. When the first blow landed on her ass, she knew she had been right.

* * *

When it was over, and Annabel lay sprawled across the ottoman with both butt cheeks glowing bright red, Carla took pity on her and went to get some lotion. This was by far the hardest that she'd ever punished her stepmother; every blow had carried all the force of her frustration and confused feelings. Afterwards, with all the aggression purged from her system, she felt much better.

Annabel felt better too, in a way. The caning had hurt like hell, but somehow the severity of the punishment felt like evidence of how much Carla cared about her.

Coming back into the room, Carla sat down on the floor and began to rub the balm on Annabel's ass. "I actually like the tan line," she said. "Anywhere you go, it tells anyone who has eyes to see that you belong to me. Keep it."

Annabel nodded. The lotion felt fantastic on her poor tortured derriere, and it felt even better a few minutes later when Carla put the lotion down, spread her legs, and began to finger her.

Carla was always amazed at how wet girls got when you gave them a good spanking. It's just something in our nature, she guessed. Annabel moaned and writhed on the ottoman as Carla finger-fucked her, then bent down and licked along the back of Annabel's left leg from the back of her knee up to her ass.

Carla kissed and licked all around Annabel's butt, which was still warm from the caning. Then she nibbled for awhile on Annabel's inner thighs, nipping playfully at the satiny-soft flesh there. Annabel kept moving around, trying to get her pussy in contact with Carla's mouth, and after a minute Carla let her. She stuck out her tongue and took a nice, deep slurp of the nectar flowing from between Annabel's pussy lips.

"My God," she thought, "that's fucking good." She dove into Annabel's crotch with such complete abandon that Annabel soon found herself with her head resting somewhat awkwardly on the floor as Carla's tongue bored into her from above.

* * *

When she came Annabel lost her balance and flopped over onto the floor so hard that Carla was worried she might have hurt herself. Annabel insisted that she was alright, though. "Nothing wounded but my pride," she said, echoing a phrase that was a favorite of her father's.

Carla helped Annabel up and led her upstairs. At the top of the stairs Annabel excused herself for a few seconds and ran into her room. When she returned, her collar was back in its rightful place. Carla smiled widely. "Good girl," she said.

They adjourned to Carla's room and went at it every which way: pussy-licking, 69, strap-on, face dildo. Carla was pleased to see that Annabel was really starting to shed her inhibitions. In fact it was she who'd gone into the drawer and gotten the face dildo, then dropped to her knees in front of Carla.

Afterward they were both starving and neither had the energy left to cook, so they decided to go out. After a quick shower they headed to Carla's favorite sushi place. The food seemed to take forever -- possibly just because they were so hungry -- but when it came it was fantastic.

Annabel couldn't remember when she'd been so happy. Here she was with her beautiful stepdaughter/lover, eating a delicious meal, body still buzzing with sexual ecstasy. Sighing with pleasure at almost every bite, she put away the sushi like it was going out of style.

Carla was no slouch in the sushi-eating department either. She remembered hearing once that anyone who liked sushi also liked to eat pussy. It was certainly true in her own case, and apparently in Annabel's as well.

When the sushi was gone they both sat back, sighing contentedly. They'd overordered but the food was so good that they'd finished it anyway.

Carla was happy too, though a part of her was suspicious of anything that resembled cozy domesticity. She reminded herself that she was, after all, in charge of this situation, and that it didn't have to be anything she didn't want it to be.

As they lay in bed together that night, Annabel finally did something she'd been wanting to do for awhile now: Plucked up her courage and told Carla about Dylan. Carla's reaction was immediate and decisive: "Well shit, invite her over to dinner. As soon as possible. Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?"

Carla was pleased for two reasons. First, because Annabel was now going out into the world and reeling in women that she'd never have found otherwise. Second, because Annabel had known better than to fuck anyone without her permission.

The next day was not one of Annabel's normal yoga days, but she went to the studio anyway, hoping that Dylan would be there too. She arrived just as the first class of the morning was starting, but was disappointed to see no redheads in the crowd.

Afterward she dawdled at the studio's juice bar, keeping one eye on the door. She had just about given up when Dylan appeared. They smiled at each other and hugged; Dylan sensed immediately from Annabel's demeanor that something had changed.

After a minute of small talk Annabel blurted out, "Can you come to dinner tonight?" Then, realizing that she needed to clarify, she added, "With, um, me and my stepdaughter."

As it happened, Dylan's husband had been away on location all week, so she was not just horny but lonely. She happily accepted the invitation, even though she would rather have had Annabel to herself.

Annabel walked away feeling proud of herself for being so assertive, and excited about what might happen that evening, but also wondering -- as she so often had lately -- what exactly she was getting herself into.