Shayna was completely naked, and she scrambled to pull the blanket up to cover her chubby little body. Sadly, this was the first ever attempt at modesty I had ever seen from her. I may have made her mine on Friday night, but that was alone. Her friends were now going to see me demonstrate that Shayna is an example of how not to be. I was frank with her, but not yet showing how badly she was about to be humiliated.
"It's my own fault. I trusted you and thought you had grown up a little after Friday night. You're lucky I don't give up on things. You're unlucky you live under my roof."
Shayna remained quiet. Even after I buttfucked her on Friday night, she was still able to speak. She kept choking on her words, and after a few attempts just stopped trying. Her façade may have been broken on Friday night. But as long as she could maintain the illusion of control and power in front of the other girls, she would keep pushing my boundaries. In fact, I think she might have wanted to be caught. She just was too stupid to realize what that meant.
As the girls re-entered the room, they had the same trouble articulating anything that Shayna experienced. But unlike Shayna, they seemed to grasp the situation and recognize that Shayna needed to shape up. It wasn't like I was making up arbitrary rules on the fly. I told them yesterday what I expected, and I laid out what their responsibilities and obligations would be. They were wising up pretty quickly. The same could not be said for their amoral little friend.
I told the girls to sit on the bed, and they quietly obeyed. There would be no questions, and the looks on their faces suggested that they may have agreed with the way I was about to take action. I grabbed a small chair from the room and told Shayna to come over to me as I placed my foot up on top of it.
Shayna looked completely shell-shocked while at the same time frantically thinking about what she could do. She went to the dresser as if to get some clothes to cover herself and protect her from the humiliation. Not today.
"No. You come here right now young lady. She stopped in her tracks and gingerly marched towards me. When she got in front of me, her posture shrank and she wouldn't make eye contact with me. I let the uneasiness and dread fill the room before I gently guided my hand under her chin to lift her head so she was face to face with me. There was genuine fear in her eyes, maybe even more so than when she realized I was going to bugger her. I let the theatricality build before I quickly hoisted her up and onto my knee.
When her belly landed on my leg it knocked the wind out of her slightly. I let her catch her breath before I began her session. I was going to demonstrate my power over her with both words and actions.
"Shayna, can you tell your friends why you are over my knee?" I needed to break her down in front of the people that fueled her, and mind games were my only way to do that effectively. She fumbled her words and stuttered through her response.
"Um uhhh I've been a bad girl Mr. Braxton." I started rubbing her large rump before continuing. She flinched and began to shiver a little.
"What have you done that makes you a bad girl?" She quickly answered.
"I skipped church sir." She wanted this to be over and she thought leaving details out what help her cause.
"What else?" I knew how to dish it right back.
"Please don't make me say it sir..." This was big. I found out how I could shame this girl and spark some reform. Maybe then Shayna would start to grow.
"... um I uhhhh, was pleasuring myself sir." She began to sniff and choke up, and I could feel her heart rate increase. The water works were about to follow.
I decided to use the same technique I used on Jasmine. That is, when I landed a blow, I would roughly squeeze the cheek I struck. That would really drive the point home. I glanced up to see how the girls were reacting. They looked stressed, but not horrified. I don't think they had ever seen Shayna in such a submissive and compromising position.
Before I began, I decided to study Shayna's behind. She had that large, round butt like Jasmine. Her cheeks were the lightest shade of pink, the last remaining physical reminder of her punishment from Friday. Her bruises had healed enough to make her tan lines much more noticeable. She had the same jiggle when it brushed with anything, and it was meaty but less tight than Jasmine's. And unlike my stepdaughter, she didn't even pretend to keep herself in any kind of shape. She was more thickly built, but she had the tiniest bits of cellulite manifesting on the back of her thighs. I used my thumb and index finger to slightly spread her cheeks to get a look at her rectum. She hiccupped and I could tell she was mortified. As she dangled over my knee, she began to shiver from the open window. It was November after all.
I got to work. As I pounded her ass, she did an admirable job keeping quiet, but I could feel and hear her weeping quietly. As I approached 40 swats, I started see to see my hand imprinted on both of her cheeks. I was striking the same exact spots, so I continued because I wanted her to be reminded of who owned her ass in this house.
I passed 60 and that's when she finally started squealing. Tiny, cute little shrieks that were clearly not what she wanted to let out. I got to 90, and she broke down sobbing. I patted her rump and told her that she was almost done with her first portion of her punishment. She started kicking and panicking but I shushed her and tightened her up so she was calmer. As I continued that process, I looked up to see how the other four were seeing it. They were HOT. AND. BOTHERED. I could tell that they were trying their hardest to not show any emotion, but they were not fooling anyone.
"Jasmine, can you bring me the paddle?" Jasmine quickly retrieved the wooden board and Shayna was resigned to her fate. At this point how much worse could it get for her? I then gave her a few taps so she could get an idea of what she was dealing with. I couldn't tell if she was flinching or hiccupping, but it wasn't really important.
Shayna continued to scream as I made the last 10 smacks. Once I finished, she almost fell off my leg. I repositioned her as she blubbered and sobbed. I stuck my hand between her legs and spread her legs a little, to which she slightly resisted ineffectively. I then purposely brushed her labia, and she trembled in shame. I heard her whisper, "please no, please no." I'm not sure if she was talking to herself or to me, but it proved my hypothesis true.
On a primal level, I knew Shayna wanted this feeling, this submission to my authority. She already had her fluids dripping down her legs and onto my knee. She was the most promiscuous of the girls and her bodily response to her last punishment proved she was easy to turn on. But if there was anything that superceded her sexual appetite, it was her self-image and desire to always have control or the upper hand. There was no more obvious example of her complete and udder loss of those things then being manually stimulated by her friend's stepfather (I may as well have been her de facto stepfather by this point too) while the people she spent the most time with watched.
If this was the way that Shayna was going to fall in line, so be it. Manipulating the manipulator using their own habits against them was extremely effective in my past experiences. So I knew what I was going to do, but first I was going to address the audience. Robin and Leah were watching intently, almost as if they couldn't believe it but still wanted to see it. Jasmine was fidgeting all over the place trying to avoid eye contact with anyone in the room. And even Heidi had a look of curiosity that came from the understanding that her friend had to pay the price for her actions.
"Ladies, I know how uncomfortable this is for all of you. I know how wrong you must think this all is. Maybe you're right to think that. But I have done things to bail you out of trouble too many times, and I have a simple set of demands for living under this roof when I'm paying the bills and taking responsibility for your actions. Shayna still doesn't respect that. If she did she would have made sure to get up for church, and she never would have gone into my room and taken something out of there. I really thought she had grown up a little after Friday night, but it's obvious that isn't the case. So I'm going to do what I think is most effective to control the behavior of one of my dependents."
As I gave my little speech, Shayna continued to quietly sob while over my knee. I think she had an idea of what was going to happen, but she was too afraid to even try anything funny in fear of making it worse. So I continued, addressing her directly.
"Shayna, I laid out simple rules for what I expected from you if you were going to live here. These rules are not hard to follow, you knew exactly what they were, and you understood that if you didn't want to follow them you could leave without consequence. You decided to stay, and you decided to break my rules even after I rewarded you with an invitation to my office party. You took something that belonged to my wife from my room and pleasured yourself with it after skipping church when I told you yesterday it was mandatory in this house. You've brought this on yourself and I hope after this you'll start to follow the rules."
In between sniffs and sobs she managed a meek "forgive me sir". I told her that I would forgive her when I saw a real change in her behavior, and with that I slowly began to tickle her clit. As she began to moan quietly, I plunged my middle finger into her vagina. She started to kick like she was swimming, and then she gasped for air like she was drowning. She was trying her hardest to stop her body from responding or revealing it to her friends, so to drive the point home I whispered to her, "if you cum so help me...". I didn't actually have a consequence to that, but taking her power was what these girls needed to see.
I looked up to see what they were doing before I got back to work. They looked like they had that same struggle Shayna was having, that their bodies were responding to a position their mind would find terrifying and humiliating. I think it was safe to say that sexuality was predominant aspect of these girls' perceptions, values, desires and fears. The fact that they haven't gone to school with the opposite sex for years I'm sure fostered that curiosity. Regardless, they seemed very aware of what was happening and even if they didn't understand it, they respected that in my house you follow my (completely reasonable) set of rules.
I began to stroke her pussy lips with my index finger while I massaged her clit with my middle. She thrashed and convulsed in both pleasure and pain, and she was lucky I was able to get a firm grip on her love handles because if she could've seriously hurt herself if she had fallen to the floor. She moaned and she gasped and she cried all at the same time, and I after about 3 minutes I could tell she was getting close to climaxing. But she was so terrified of defying my orders that she finally started to crack.
