Cool Mum Ch 02

"Oooh, Mummy, thank you for spanking me!"

"Thank you for teaching my naughty, slutty arse a lesson," Stephanie moaned and whimpered, her gorgeous naked body writhing across her stepmother Jacqui's lap, as the older woman's hand turned her bottom red. "I'll be such a good girl for you Mummy." Stephanie's legs were spread wide apart, her most intimate parts obscenely on display, and her cheeks blushed as crimson as her bottom as she forced herself to say the most humiliating words to assuage her stepmother's punishment.

Melissa blushed as she closed the video. "Hope this inspires you for dealing with Ashley later" was the accompanying message from Jacqui on WhatsApp. This was the third such video Jacqui had sent, and Melissa couldn't help watching them. Nor could she help the way her cheeks flushed red, her breathing grew ragged, her large breasts heaving up and down, her pupils dilated, biting her lip as down in her nether regions tell-tale moisture formed...

Melissa took a deep breath and ran a hand through her long blonde hair. No, this is a perfectly natural, healthy way to feel. It's good to take pleasure in fixing misbehaviour -- Jacqui said so, and so did the book. Ah yes, the book, which Melissa had been reading most of the afternoon. She glanced down at the cover, and re-read the title: 'MOMDOM: How a wicked stepmother is just what every girl needs.' It's what every girl needs, so it's what Ashley needs. And Melissa had made a promise to Jacqui. What kind of mother would she be to her stepdaughter, what kind of friend would she be to Jacqui, if she didn't do right by Ashley? No, just as soon as Ashley got home, Melissa knew she had to give the teen a long, hard, humiliating spanking -- for her own good.

And home she would be, in about ten minutes. Melissa took a sip of red wine and looked in the mirror. The thirty-two-year-old woman was proud of her trim figure and youthful appearance. But, as she looked at her reflection in her white blouse and blue jeans, she knew that this was not the time to look sexy to the divorced dads at after-school pickup. Melissa practiced looking stern. Would Ashley feel intimidated, she wondered?

Meanwhile, Ashley bounced up the path to the semi-detached house, a big smile on her face and a bag of shopping in her hand. The gorgeous eighteen-year-old wore black leggings that showed off her trim figure, and a red leather jacket that made her feel very grown-up and stylish. Her long blonde hair spilled down almost to the top of her large breasts, which bounced freely under her plain white T-shirt. Ashley loved going braless, soaking up the attention from all and sundry -- and she'd got plenty of attention on her trip to Westfield, that was for sure. Oh, what a fantastic afternoon it had been! Watching a movie with Olivia, buying an exciting new dress, and being checked out by so many cute men. And all paid for by her stepmother, too! She'd had a difficult relationship with Melissa, especially since her father died, but maybe the old cow wasn't so bad after all...

On opening the door, the first thing Ashley saw was her stepmother's face. It had a stern, fiery look that Ashley wasn't used to. And the way Melissa was standing, a hand on one hip, legs slightly apart, spoke volumes about her annoyance. Ashley was worried.

"What is it, Mel?" Ashley began, setting down her shopping bag, and trying to hide her nervousness. "Something wrong?"

"Something is very wrong," Melissa replied, with an exasperated sigh. She hated being called 'Mel.' She especially hated being called 'Mel' by her stepdaughter. What would it take for Ashley to call her 'Mum'? "I've spoken to Stephanie's mother, and she told me you snuck out of her house on Friday night, to meet up with some boys. What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?"

"We didn't sneak out, not really," Ashley replied, blushing nervously. "Jacqui caught us before we got anywhere. And she punished us already, so..."

"So you think that because you didn't succeed in your wicked behaviour, it's not a problem, do you? If it's attempted murder, do the police say no-harm, no-foul?"

Ashley could see she was in trouble. Maybe a display of contrition would be a better strategy. "No, Mel. I'm really sorry. But I've been punished, and I've learned my lesson. Jacqui has closed the book on it."

"On the contrary, Ashley," Melissa replied, doing her best to look steely-eyed and authoritative, "Jacqui specifically suggested I give you a further punishment at home. Because you didn't just break her rules, you broke mine." Melissa stalked purposely from the hallway to the living room, and sat down on the sofa. Ashley reluctantly followed, and sat next to her stepmother. She could tell this was going to be damage limitation now.

"Please, Mel..." Ashley began, but Melissa cut her off.

"You promised me you wouldn't sneak out at night without permission. And you know that you aren't allowed to hang out with boys. What were you thinking?" Melissa's question was obviously rhetorical, because she ploughed right on before Ashley could formulate an answer. "You may be eighteen, Ashley, but as long as you are under my roof you will not date, and still less will you have tawdry hookups!"

"I wasn't going to hook up!" Ashley exclaimed, blushing red. "We just wanted to... we just wanted to hang out..." Ashley's voice trailed off, knowing how sad her excuse sounded. Thinking about it, could she really have sworn she wouldn't have hooked up with Jamie? She took a deep breath. Damage limitation. Damage limitation. "I'm really sorry, Mel. I know I was hurting my reputation. I put myself in a compromising position, where who knows what could have happened. But please, don't ground me again. I can't miss Olivia's party."

"Young lady, I am going to punish you..."

"Oh Mel, you're so lame! You're not my real mum, and you never will be, you're a stupid, boring old hag!" Ashley shouted, and stamped her foot. She knew she was being petulant, but she just couldn't help it. "This is so unfair! I'm not going to let you ground me!" Ashley's words hung in the air, and she instantly regretted them. Something had changed on Melissa's face. There was a new determination in her stepmother's expression, and Ashley knew she'd made a big mistake.

"Who said anything about grounding you?" Melissa's eyes narrowed. "Oh, you can go to Olivia's party all right, but first I'm going to teach you some manners!"

Ashley gasped as her stepmother pulled her over her lap, and landed a firm smack on her suddenly upturned bottom. Then another, and another. Ashley just yelped, too shocked to react, as her stepmother's firm hand made loud contact with her pert backside.

"I should have done this a long time ago," Melissa said, shaking her hand, as she landed three more firm spanks. Ashley couldn't help wiggling her bottom, which the older woman took as a sign to pull down her stepdaughter's leggings. "We don't need these in the way. We don't need you to have any additional protection at all..." Melissa was punctuating her words with spanks now, alternating between Ashley's rapidly reddening buttocks.

"Please, you can't do this to me!" Ashley's brain finally kicked into gear and she started kicking her legs, only to find her right leg unceremoniously clamped down by Melissa's thigh. Worse, Ashley's legs were now forcibly spread open, only adding to the indignity of her position. And her bottom was starting to sting, and something else, which she couldn't quite define but certainly didn't welcome, was happening between her legs, which just made Ashley squirm and writhe more, in a futile attempt to evade the smacks raining down on her exposed posterior. "I'll follow the rules, Mel! I'll be good!"

"You!" Spank! "Will!" Spank! "Speak!" Spank! "To!" Spank! "Me!" Spank! "With!" Spank! "Respect!" Spank spank spank!

"I'm sorry, Mummy!" Ashley didn't know why she'd called Melissa that, but somehow it just felt natural. And the way the older woman was sternly controlling her felt natural too, the way it was meant to be somehow. Painful and humiliating, certainly, the way her bottom smarted, the way Melissa was now rubbing and squeezing her backside between the spanks, the way her stepmother's left hand was now yanking hard on Ashley's long blonde tresses, forcing her to arch her back and present herself even more to Melissa's sharp blows. Yet in some strange way it was instinctive and wholesome to be in this position. "I'm sorry!" Ashley squealed as a harder spank landed on her inner thigh, then gasped as another landed on the opposite thigh.

"Spread those legs, you stupid girl!" Melissa landed another couple of spanks to her stepdaughter's inner thighs. "You were going to spread them for those boys, weren't you?"

"No, Mummy, I swear!" Ashley blushed as she reluctantly spread her legs wider. "I'll be a good girl, I'll... Owww!"

Melissa grinned as she landed a spank right on her stepdaughter's pussy. "What did you say, you little slut?"

"I'll be... Ow! A good... Ohhhhh! Mummy, please... Eeeehh! A good girl... Ouch!" Ashley wailed as Melissa landed more spanks straight onto her pussy, the thin cotton panties providing no protection at all.

Melissa was relishing her role. She remembered Jacqui's words, that she should savour every moment of this, that the growing wetness between her legs was good, was righteous, was justified pleasure in her stepdaughter's correction. And what else did Jacqui say? That's right, she should enjoy herself, take a few liberties with the teenager. "It's good for Ashley," Melissa thought, as she roughly fondled the young woman's inner thighs. "Plus, it's fun," she added, giving Ashley a firm squeeze right between her legs. How delightful to be the first to spank her stepdaughter's pussy. What a good friend Jacqui was to leave that for her to appreciate.

"Where were you hoping those boys would fuck you, you little whore?" Melissa asked fiercely, continuing the spanking. "Here?" She landed a harder spank on Ashley's pussy, making the teen wail and moan. "Or maybe here?" She landed several harsh slaps on Ashley's bottom, the last one leaving a large hand-print on the already-red flesh. "Were you planning on taking it up the arse, like the slut you are?"

"No!" Ashley sobbed, the tears running freely down her cheeks now, as much from the humiliation as the pain. She was so distraught, so at the mercy of her cruel stepmother, that she didn't even register, let alone object to, Melissa's fingers running all over the crotch of her panties. "I'll be good, I swear, I swear..."

"Good?" Melissa laughed, yanking down Ashley's panties, and ignoring the moan of protest. "I think we all know the only thing you're good for." And relishing the sight of her stepdaughter's exposed body, Melissa started spanking her all over again, now changing the intensity, some spanks harder, some softer, making Ashley guess, keeping her off balance. Melissa smiled inwardly as she saw the young blonde start to push back into some of the gentler spanks, then -- when she knew Ashley would push back -- spanked harder, making her stepdaughter howl. What a fun game!

"Please... no... I can't... please, Mummy..." Ashley gasped out between sobs as the spanks, and tears, continued to rain down. "Stop... no... please..." But much as Ashley struggled to deal with the spanking, a voice inside her told her she deserved it. Another voice told her that at least this way she wouldn't be grounded. And yet another voice reminded her that Stephanie's mum had spanked her, so why shouldn't her own stepmother get the chance? And still another voice, most worrisome of all, whispered to Ashley that this was exactly where she belonged...

"Oh, I get it!" Melissa said, pretending to have had a lightbulb moment. "I understand what you were going to do with those boys. It was in here, wasn't it?" And pulling Ashley's knickers right off her ankles, the older woman shoved them straight into her stepdaughter's mouth.

"Mmmmmph!" Ashley exclaimed, suddenly finding herself gagged with her own panties. Worse, they were thick with a strange taste that the teenager suddenly realised, to her own mortification, was her own arousal. She blushed even further, noticing now for the first time how wet she was, and praying that her stepmother didn't notice. My God, she thought, I'm sure this spanking isn't turning me on. It must just be a coincidence, it just must be.

"You were going to be on your knees, weren't you, you little trollop. Only place for you, I don't doubt," Melissa said cruelly, as she kept up the spanking. "One cock in your mouth, one in each hand, giving all the boys a piece of the action. Or were you going to swallow them all, one by one? Which way round was it going to be, you whore?"

"No! It wasn't like that!" Ashley tried to protest, but with her own panties in her mouth, it just came out as a garbled mess.

Melissa chuckled derisively, and started spanking Ashley directly on her pussy again, enjoying her stepdaughter's soft moans and grunts. As she did so, she released Ashley's hair, and pulled her smartphone out of her pocket. "Look at me, Ashley!" As Ashley turned to look over her shoulder at Melissa, she was confused to hear a further instruction. "Smile for the camera, darling!"

Ashley moaned and whimpered in humiliation as the flash went off. She couldn't believe her degradation was being immortalised digitally, and prayed that the photo wasn't too bad. But, had Ashley been able to see the photo, she would have wailed to see it live up to her worst fears. Naked, legs spread wide, arse bright red from the spanking, her most intimate areas on total display, pussy wet, lips swollen with arousal, all displayed shamelessly to the camera. And her gorgeous face, crimson, tear-strewn, sobbing, looking straight at the viewer with a look of the purest debasement, her frilly white knickers spilling out of her mouth. Ashley would have died to look at the photo, but Melissa was delighted at her own handiwork, and quickly sent it to Jacqui with the caption "She's learning so much!"

After a minute or so further spanking, Melissa's hands roaming freely over her abased stepdaughter's body, the older woman finally relented and released the younger blonde from her grip. Ashley collapsed down onto the floor, still sobbing, her hands moving instinctively to rub her sore bottom.

"Hands on your head! Leave that bottom alone!" Melissa's voice was sharp and commanding, and Ashley didn't dare disobey. Sitting up onto her knees, the teenager breathed a sigh of relief as her stepmother roughly pulled the knickers out of her mouth, and didn't question the fact that Melissa pocketed them. "Now, what do you say?"

Through her tears, Ashley looked up at Melissa's stern but beautiful face, and thought about how she'd let the older woman down. She thought about how the spanking -- however painful -- was at least over and done with. She thought about how natural it had felt to be controlled by a strict stepmother. And somehow, against her better judgement, she knew what she had to say.

"Thank you, Mummy."

Melissa smiled, and kneeled down next to Ashley, embracing the gorgeous naked teen in a warm hug. "You know this is for your own good, right, baby?"

"I do," Ashley nodded, hugging her stepmother back. "You're the best mummy, Mummy." She gulped nervously, wiping away a tear. "And I can go to Olivia's party, right?"

"Of course, baby." Melissa kissed her stepdaughter on the forehead, and gave her sore bottom a friendly squeeze. "The punishment is over now."

Ashley pressed her naked body against Melissa's in a rush of enthusiasm, and kissed her excitedly on the cheek. "Oh, thank you, thank you. You're so cool. You're so cool." She rested her head contentedly in her stepmother's cleavage.

Melissa's heart swelled with pride. She was a cool mum at last.