AI art by me. “Britta”

“Oh, please, I have Daddy right where I want him.” Britta cooed to her court.

Sam was so tired of hearing her boast about her manipulation of her father, his stepfather.  Sadly, it was mostly true in that she could do no wrong in his eyes.  However, this afternoon that might be changing.  He smiled as he placed the tray with the snacks on the small table in the living room.

Britta sighed.  “Took you long enough, Sammy.” She gave him a wicked smirk.

He just bobbed his head and didn’t argue.  The other two guys shared an amused grin, while the two other girls giggled while staring hard at Sam.  It was generally known that Britta had her little brother whipped, quite literally. 

It had begun as a kind of worship of her for those earlier four years, and it continued to this day.  Sam had come into the family later, after Britta’s mother had passed, and Sam was adopted.  He quickly fell in love with the blonde goddess he lived with.  She’d been very kind at first and even loving.  It had only been in the last two years that she’d become such a bitch to him and most everyone else.  

He glanced over her and wasn’t shy about enjoying the view.  He paid enough for it in scut work for her and abject humiliations when she would embarrass him in front of her friends and his.  His friends didn’t ride him too hard about it, or they’d face exile from being able to ogle Sam’s sister.

If you looked up exhibitionist online, Sam was sure it would have a picture or more of Britta.  She enjoyed being looked over and used it to her advantage.  Today, she was in a white, tiny, tennis-style skirt with a tight red crop-top barely covering her well-rounded breasts.  Her legs were toned from years of athletic training, and she had competed in gymnastics.  When the other girls would pull their uniforms out from flossing their ass, Britta never did.

“Are you sure he isn’t going to mind, Brit?” Sam asked her.  It was time to set the hook.  He knew what would happen next.

“Sammy.” Britta eyed him.  “Why do you doubt me?  Do I need to discuss with you again?” Her eyes glinted as she emphasized the word.

Sam reached into his pocket and thumbed a button on his phone.  His stomach also knotted at her tone and the memories it recalled.

“No, Britta.” Same replied in a cowed voice.

“What does discussion mean?” Gina, the worst of Britta’s friends, asked.  She knew damned well what it meant.

“I had to discuss with Sammy earlier this year…over my lap…on his bare, little bottom.  Do you remember, Sammy?” She rose slightly to show she’d get up if she needed to remind him.

“Yes, I remember.”  Sam did, too.  He had no doubts she wasn’t just threatening.

He’d had enough and backtalked her in front of Gina one afternoon.  Britta had grabbed him and hauled him in shock over her lap as she shimmied down his shorts and boxers!  She’d spanked him for long enough until he begged her to stop in sobs. 

Britta was stronger than Sam, and he’d had no chance.  She’d made him apologize to her before she let her back up, then left him in the corner with his ass still bare as she and Gina giggled all the way out to go shopping.  Sam had cried all over again when they’d left alone.  

At least, Britta hadn’t taken any photos, but she told the story to everyone who would listen, and it was effectively the end of social life for Sam.  Other girls began to tease him about whether he liked getting a spanking and offered to let him find out!  The truly humiliating part was that Sam had kind of enjoyed it from Britta, but she would never find that out from him!

“Good.” Britta relaxed.  “Daddy knows only what I want him to know.  I can have the party here this weekend.  We’ll have the DJ as usual, and the bar will be open.  I have the cleaners on call, so he’ll never know.”

“I’m just worried about you getting into trouble,” Sam said quietly.  “You’ve done it how many times now?”

Britta glanced at her court of friends.  “How many is it now?”

“This will be…the eleventh party?  I think.” Tom answered.  He wasn’t so great at the thinking part, but that wasn’t what he was kept around for by Britta and Gina.  Derek and his girlfriend, Susan, were new to the scene today.  They remained quiet and simply watched, reacting like everyone else did.  Susan looked somewhat sympathetically at Sam, even if she had giggled to fit in with the other girls.

“A dozen legendary parties soon!” Britta crowed a little.

Just then, Britta’s phone chirped with the tone that meant Daddy was calling.

“Shh…it’s Daddy,” Britta warned everyone.

She took a breath, pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, and answered.

“Hi, Daddy.” She purred.  “What?  Why?  Okay, okay, sorry, Daddy.” Her eyes looked very worried as she pulled the phone back and put it on speaker.

“Am I on speaker now?” Sam’s stepdad’s deep voice boomed.

“Yes, Daddy,” Britta answered softly.

“I want you to listen to a little something I just heard, and then we’ll discuss it.  Ready?” Daddy asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Britta never talked back to Daddy…ever.  It had been several years, but Daddy used to spank, and Britta remembered it.  Daddy himself had told Sam.

“Daddy knows only what I want him to know.  I can have the party here this weekend.  We’ll have the DJ as usual, and the bar will be open.  I have the cleaners on call, so he’ll never know.”  Britta’s voice was clear and crisp from her own phone’s speaker.

Britta’s eyes widened, and she glared at Sam.  “You!” she growled and began to get up.  “I’m going to…”

“Stop right there, little girl.” Daddy’s voice boomed.  “Do you hear me?”

Britta was standing, but stopped moving.  “Yes, Daddy.” She murmured.

“What?” He asked.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m stopped.” Britta answered a little louder.

“Good.  Yes, Sam has been trying to tell me about your wicked ways, little girl.  I doubted him.  I trusted you.  You also lied to me about that spanking you gave him, didn’t you?” Daddy’s voice grew low and cold.

Britta closed her eyes.  “Yes, Daddy.”

“I heard it from your own lips now, didn’t I?” Daddy was getting angrier.

Britta groaned.  “Daddy, not here…not now, please?”

“Why not?  You’ve seen fit to humiliate and torture your step-brother in front of all these people.  They will stay PUT.  Am I understood?  Everyone who can hear me, answer.” Daddy’s voice showed he was used to being obeyed.

Tom, Derek, Gina, and Susan all spoke in agreement about their understanding of the topic.

“Good.  Gina, would you be so kind as to get out your phone and begin to video the rest of this?” Daddy asked her.

“Yes, Sir.” Gina didn’t even hesitate.  

“Gina!” Britta whined.

“It’s your ass or mine, and I’m covering mine,” Gina growled at her.

“Good thing or I’d see to it you’d share Britta’s fate.” Daddy chuckled.  “I know your mother well enough that she’d let me.”

“She would, Sir.” Gina acknowledged and squirmed.

“My fate, Daddy?” Britta asked in her best little girl voice.

“Mmmhmm.” He murmured.  “Sam, I just sent a text to your phone.  Please, read it aloud to Britta.”

Sam felt his phone vibrate.  He got it out and looked.  He felt a smile begin to burst forth from his face as his eyes came up to Britta with triumph in them.

“Yes, Sir,” Sam answered.  “Here goes.”

“Britta, you’ve been a bad girl, and you know what happens to bad girls.  It’s been too long since Daddy took care of this, but it’s going to change.  In fact, since I am so often not home, I am placing Sam in charge of your discipline starting right now.  Am I understood?”  Sam read aloud.

Britta’s face had gone white, and her knees began to tremble.  “No, please, no, Daddy.  I’ll…I’ll take my spankings but…not Sam, please?” She begged, and tears began to drip.

“Way too late for that, little brat.” Daddy spat out.  “This is a serious punishment.  Do you remember what that means?”

Britta whimpered once but nodded.  “Yes, Sir.” She answered quietly but clearly.  

“You have also lied.  Do I need to remind you what to do with this?” Daddy asked.

“No, Sir.” Britta’s eyes were still closed, and tears kept trailing down, but she shook her head.  “I remember.”

“Then go and bring the correct things back to this room.  Quickly, if you don’t make it back in two minutes, then I’ll have Sam double everything.”  Daddy warned.  “Now, run!”

Britta gave out a small squeak, opened her eyes to gaze miserably around at her friends, and ran to the stairs to go up.

“Gina, when this situation is over.  You will post this video on all social media platforms Britta uses.  Yes?” Daddy asked.

“Yes, Sir,” Gina answered and swallowed.  

“Sam, do you feel Gina needs to talk with you as well?” Daddy asked him.

Gina’s eyes turned to Sam with pleading in them, and she shook her head violently.  

“Depending on her behavior in the next couple of days, I think I’ll revisit that talk with her,” Sam answered.

“So be it.  Gina?” Daddy asked.

“Yes, Sir.”  She said.

“Not to me…to Sam,” Daddy explained.

Gina’s eyes widened further.  “Yes, Sam.”

“Try again.” Daddy reprimanded her.

Gina swallowed.  “Yes, Sir.” She said directly to Sam and sounded very, very sincere.

“We’ll see,” Sam told her.

She nodded and bowed her head.  

“I have every reason for vengeance, don’t I?” Sam asked Gina.

She shrugged but then nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  You do.”

“Good,” Sam replied.

Britta ran back down the stairs to halt quickly in the living room.  She held three things in her hands.  One was a long, black, leather belt or strap, while the other two items were a toothbrush and a soap dispenser.

“Here, Daddy.” Britta panted out.

“Just in time.  Good…for the sake of that naughty bottom.”  Daddy sounded very amused.  “Now, you will teach Sam what to do, starting with the soap, then the strap.  I’ll be listening, and if you dare to leave something out or hesitate, then it will go badly for you.”

Britta looked like she wanted to swallow her tongue.  A small sob escaped her now as she begged, “Please, Daddy, nooo….not him…not here…not now?”

Sam almost felt sorry for her.  Almost.

“1.” Daddy counted softly.

“I’m doing it. I’m doing it!” Britta yelped.  “Sam?”

“You will call him Sir from now on,” Daddy told her.  “Or Daddy.” His voice dripped with evil delight.

“Sir.” Britta took a breath and let it out.  “Sir, please, put a liberal amount of foamy soap on this brush, then brush all my mouth with it.  Do a thorough job no matter what I say or do.”

Sam nodded.  “This is for the lying?”

Britta nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Come here then.” He walked towards her.  

She held out the items.

Sam took the strap and hefted it with an eye on Britta.  She shivered.  He set it aside for now.  Taking the toothbrush and soap, he followed the instructions.

“Kneel right here.” He pointed.

Britta whimpered but didn’t hesitate.  She knelt in front of him.

“Open wide, you little liar.” He scolded.

She closed her eyes and obeyed.

Sam took his time as he began to brush her teeth with the soap and over her tongue.  “Will you ever, ever, ever lie to Daddy or me again?” He scolded.

She shook her head.  

“Not sure, I believe you.  More soap is needed.” He squirted some more onto the brush.

“Pwease…pwease, Sir.  I won’t…why?” Britta had a hard time speaking around the soapy mouth.

“And if you do, I soap you again and strap you again, correct?” Sam asked.

Britta nodded, and another sob sounded out.

“Good.” He did a double coat on her tongue and the roof of her mouth.

It was dripping onto the floor, but no one said a word about it.

“There…now what’s next?” Sam asked her as he put down the soap and brush next to the unused snacks.

She looked up at him.  “Now…strap.  Me.  Bent over the couch back.” She whimpered.  “Bare bottom.  Serious.  Thirty strokes.”

“At least,” Daddy spoke up.

Britta nodded.  “Yes, that.”

Sam nodded.  “Dad, can I add something to this first?”

“It’s your call, Sam.  Yes, you can.” Daddy answered.

Sam pulled a chair out from the little table and sat down.  “Let’s have a discussion, Britta.”

She shivered and moaned but scooted on her knees over to him.

Britta was very docile and helpful as she placed herself over his lap.

Her skirt had hiked up, making it almost an afterthought.  Her tiny, white thong was just a whisper of fabric as he gazed down at her firm, well-rounded ass that begged to be…spanked.

“Now…let’s discuss,” Sam told her in just the same way she’d started his spanking.  

His hand smacked each side with some force, but he was going to let it build.  He was in no hurry at all.  Her bottom felt good under his palm and was getting warmer with each second.

“Oww..” Britta whimpered and squirmed.

“Stay put!” He smacked her upper thigh.

“Sorry, Daddy!” She squealed then realized what she’d said.  “I mean…”

“Don’t you dare change it now.” He smacked the other thigh.

“No…no, Daddy.  I won’t!” She sobbed a little more now in embarrassment.

Sam felt evil but justified.  “Who’s your Daddy now?” He spanked her twice on each side.

“You are!” She squealed.

“You will always refer to me that way from now on unless our Dad is in our presence.”  He spanked her faster.  “Correct?”

“Yes!  I promise!”  She whimpered and cried.

“When I strap you, you will thank me for each one.  You will thank Daddy…I am your daddy now, little Brit.” He told her.

“Ooohhhh….oooo, yes, Daddy.  Yes, yes, yes.” She begged him to believe her.

“Time to take this off.” He told her.

“Mmm.nnngg.” She grunted and pushed up her hips to help as he took off her thong and let it fall down her thighs.

“In fact, you will not be allowed thongs or panties for a week.  I’ll let you choose what you wear to cover it, but if you stick with the same style?  You’ll be spanked for every time you flash ass.” He warned her.

“But…but…Dadddy.” She whined.

“Butt is indeed the problem, as in showing it too much.” He scolded her.

She bowed her head and wept.  “Yes, Daddy.”

Britta’s bottom was a bright red that was beginning to darken a little.  Sam was feeling a little empathy for her.  It was also not the only thing he felt for her.  Was it at all possible that Brit didn’t feel his growing erection under her?  He didn’t see how.

“Thigh apart.” He smacked them lightly.

Britta obeyed quickly.  

Sam gazed down to see her bare labia, which were now visible, and they looked a little shiny.  Hmm…he thought.  “Is there something you should be telling me, little Brit?” He asked.

She shivered and shook her head.  “No, Daddy.  No…please.  No?” She begged at the end, and her head came up to look around.

Ah…it would humiliate her even further to admit his spanking her and his erection were arousing her?  Sam could see that.  “Okay, not now.” He whispered.

Britta visibly relaxed.  “Thank you, Daddy.” She whispered back.  “Time for my strapping now?” She said a little louder.

“In a moment.” He patted her bottom like he owned it.  Right now, he did. “Up and go stand in the corner.  You know which one, right?” He asked.

“I do, Daddy.” She whined as she got up slowly and moaned.  “Owwwie.”

“Mmmhmm…very owwie on your bottom, isn’t it?” He swatted her as she walked by.

Britta yelped but nodded.  “Yes, Daddy.” Her eyes were on him, then the floor, then the corner.

“Dad,” Sam called to the phone.

“Yes, Sam?  Good job, by the way.  Excellent job.  I’m surprised she…submitted so quickly.” He sounded pleased and amused.

Britta made a soft noise from the corner but didn’t move.

“I was, too.” Sam agreed.  “I’d prefer to let her friends go home now and take care of the strapping in a little bit.  I’d like her to think about her spanking for a while first and the sudden change in dynamics.”

“Hmm…I can see your point.  Are you sure you don’t want them to see the strapping?” Daddy asked.

“Well, as I understand it, if I decide she needs that kind of humbling again, then I just make that decision.  Correct?” Sam asked.

“Yes.  That’s correct.  Britta will respond to you in all discipline situations where you feel she needs support.  I think we made that clear. Right, Britta?” Daddy called out.

“Yes, Daddy…Daddys?” She shrugged and went silent.

“I’m happy to let you continue to listen in to chaperone, Dad,” Sam explained.

“Hmm…chaperone.  Indeed, you two aren’t really related.  Is…well.  The rest of you can go now.” Daddy told them.

They were all quick to stand and gather their things.

“Oh, Gina?  Would you get me a cold soda from the fridge before you go?” Sam asked her.

Gina turned to stare at him, then her eyes fell to his hands, then to his face again.  “Yes, Sir.  Happy to.” She went to get it.

She came back with the drink and had also brought a glass with ice for him.

“Thank you, Gina.  Good job.” Sam smiled at her.

Gina smiled slightly back and blushed.  “You’re welcome, Sir.” She went to the door, where her boyfriend had a very puzzled look on his face.  Gina grabbed his arm.  “Come on, I need to vent some steam.”

It was no quiet in the living room.

“They’re gone,” Sam told his dad.

“Good.  Now…back to chaperoning.  Is there a reason you used that word now?” Daddy asked with a knowing tone.

“Perhaps,” Sam said.  “I think it is something Britta and I need to discuss.”

“I see.  Was there some reaction she had that makes you think so?” Daddy asked.

Britta looked over her shoulder at Sam with pleading in her eyes.  No.  Please.  No.  She mouthed.

“It might just be my imagination, but I do want to discuss it with her.  You can, as I said, chaperone.” Sam answered.

“Hmm…no.  I think I’ll leave you two to it.” Daddy told them.  “My meeting has been over for a while, but I knew my junior partners would enjoy this scene.”

There was a chorus of male laughter and deep voices.  

“You had us on speaker in the conference room?” Sam guessed.

“Just so.” Daddy laughed.  “They look forward to meeting Britta soon.”

Britta whimpered in the corner but didn’t move or say anything.

Sam and Britta’s phones both made multiple noises now.  Sam checked.

“Gina obeyed and posted the video of the spanking.” He announced.

Britta leaned deeper into the corner, and fresh tears came out, but she didn’t move or say anything.

“I’ll leave you two to finish this.  Britta, you’ll call me after it’s over and he lets you.” Daddy told her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She whispered and shuddered.  “I will.”

(Yes, to be continued.)