Step-Daughter Slut School #5
A well deserved (and earned) spanking by Step-Daddy
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I languished comfortably under our super king sized duvet, nestled into my warm, soft big spoon, feeling lazy. In the peace of our apartment and comfort of my step-dad, random thoughts racing through my mind coalesced into something clearer. I felt like a real adult woman, in control of my life for the first time.
My step-dad stirred slowly from his deep slumber, groaning my name repeatedly before realizing I was right there with him. He rolled over to face me and struggled to open his eyes, squinting at first, then Keith saw me, smiled and cuddled closer.
"Good morning, Hannah. How are you, sweetheart?"
"I feel a little weary today, dad."
"Me too, honey. It's because this boot camp is exhausting. Our conditioned thinking is being challenged, emotions are running rampant, and I don't know about you, but I feel more alive than ever in my life."
"I'm burning so much energy. I can't wait for breakfast."
"Are you happy, sweetheart?"
"More than ever in my life. Before coming here I had no real experience in love and that's changing rapidly but, yeah... the program is brutal."
"I have to take a trip out during lunch today, Hannah. Is that okay?"
"Of course."
I didn't ask where or why my step-father had to leave because it felt as though I'd be interrogating him, and that wasn't the sort of relationship I wanted to nurture between us. From the outset of our coupling, honesty would be its cornerstone. We hadn't lied to each other before and there was no reason to start now.
Morning classes were a range of lessons, beginning with a subject I was really looking forward to. Disciplinary paddling and spanking for two hours was a session I intended to enjoy and gain a healthy education from.
We showered together as had become a usual habit, washing each other carefully. After that, my step-dad inserted the anal badge of honor I loved wearing, fingering me a little more than was needed to lubricate the butt plug.
"Do you prefer playing with that hole, Keith?"
"It's not that. Your back passage feels more taboo, and I enjoy playing with it. I've never fucked anyone in the back passage before, hun."
"Not even mom?"
"Nope. She always vehemently declared her asshole was completely off-limits. We played around very little, to be honest."
"Play all you want with me, darling. When you're ready and we are allowed, you can fuck me in the ass, too."
"I can't wait for us to enjoy each other in copulation."
"Me too, dad. You can enjoy fucking me anytime, anywhere, and in whichever hole you wish."
We breakfasted in the main dining hall amid an excited buzz. Most step-daughters and their step-parents were making great progress. Some wore their golden tails before the week was out and I assumed they were girls and parents seeking one time fuck or long term fuck-buddy status.
Trixy explained their love might grow, but in the end, their honest needs could easily be met through consensual sex without a romantic binding.
"I can't wait to have a golden tail, dad."
"And yours will be special, baby, because it has a silver collar. I don't see many of those."
"There are others that are even higher level. I saw a key chart of hierarchy. The topmost color is a brilliant white, but I don't know what it symbolizes."
Going over my step-dad's knee in our first lesson of the day to have a ponytail unscrewed before he removed my butt plug felt mildly but deliciously humiliating. I was comfortable lying across his thighs and really enjoyed Keith's hard-on poking upwards into my midriff, feeling sad that I could do nothing to relieve him without disrupting class.
Miss Gloria Redpath used the same lover Trixy had when teaching us how to fellate our step-dad's and I wondered if the man who was around twenty years old might be passed between teaching staff as a free use bull. He had a large cock, not quite the enormous size my step-dad had, but still pretty useful.
After half an hour of teaching technique, safety and pre-thrashing care, Gloria Redpath had spanked her sub pretty soundly, explaining everything in great detail. I saw a gorgeous bright red haze rise warmly on both of his cheeks, with some underlying blue coloring where old bruises hid just below the skin's surface. He looked happy and eventually completely zoned out, thoroughly enjoying the attention his dominant mistress was giving.
When she was done teaching, Gloria allowed her sub to stand up. He strolled around the classroom so that we could have a closer inspection, patting him gently to see his flinching, pained reaction. We all enjoyed his distressed expression when he sat on a wooden stool.
"Do you see how he sat down carefully and squirmed, girls? That's the effect your step-fathers must achieve with all of you. You should be able to remember your thrashing all day, maybe two, if you can take the pain."
She paused for questions, but none were forthcoming. Her teaching was very comprehensive, and every couple was visibly enthusiastic about getting on and trying out what we'd learned.
"Remembering your safe words, you can all have a free practice. It's great fun to contrive a reason for the chastisement between a girl and her step-dad. A recent misdemeanor, something from your childhood that still grates or perhaps just as a maintenance thrashing to reinforce future good behavior."
While I adjusted myself slightly to make sure my ass was pointing up, exposing the wet slit my step-dad's attention had caused, he shuffled his knees to help me. Gloria circled the class, checking everyone was safely positioned and randomly testing that couples had agreed safe words. When she was happy that everyone was safe and progressing, the stern, middle-aged woman returned to the front of her class.
"Try starting with five warm up strokes to get the blood circulating, then step-daughters speak to your guardians about comfort, weighting, and accuracy before continuing. I'll give you fifteen minutes' of free practice."
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When dad first spanked me using his bare hand, I whimpered and thought about all the times I'd deserved a thrashing as a child. He'd probably let me get away with too much over the years and I was looking forward to my atonement thrashing, which was scheduled for after my hymen was taken by Keith.
"Why not make up for missed opportunities, dad?"
"What do you mean, Hannah?"
"I mean, perhaps you should think about the times when I was younger, naughty, and deserved a damn good spanking. Give that punishment to me now."
"You mean like when you told your grandmother to fuck off aged ten?"
"Yeah. Did you want to spank me for that at the time?"
"Jesus, so much like you wouldn't believe. If I'd had you over my knee back, then we could have fixed that problem in five minutes."
"Then thrash me now dad, but make it longer than five minutes. It seems like a very naughty thing to do."
"Umm, okay. How hard shall I spank you?"
"I don't think you're supposed to ask me dad. Just take yourself back to that moment, and give me what I deserved then, now."
"Okay, sweetie."
"And watch out, because if you go too lightly, Gloria might believe you aren't taking it seriously and Trixy will thrash you."
"Gloria is otherwise engaged right now, my dear step-daughter."
I twisted my head to look and saw Gloria's spankee kneeling down in front of her performing cunnilingus. She smiled at me while both her legs were propped up high on two other chair backs and she was admirably split in half. Her man used both hands to splay a perfectly shaven pussy wide open while tonguing and slurping the largest pair of swollen lips I'd ever seen.
When he clamped his lips onto one of Gloria's labia, dragging it down while sucking hard, I guessed hers was three times the size of mine. It turned me on and for one terrifying moment I wondered if I might be into girls, remembering Claire from the day before.
Gloria was getting off on a combination of her pussy licker's excellent work and the step-daughter mass spanking that had started and she was overseeing. She twirled her finger in a circular motion, suggesting I should look away and get on with it.
"We should catch up with the others dad. I'd like to keep our unblemished behavioral record."
I felt a slight rush of air the millisecond before my step-dad's firm palm struck my left ass cheek. The burning sensation that accompanied a moderate painful stinging was unbelievably exciting, but much more so when my adrenal gland kicked in and sent a rush of blood and powerful hormones to the area.
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"Hannah, spanking you now feels so good. It was as though we were back in that moment, and I vented all my frustration."
"It's the same for me too, Keith. I feel so much better now you've taught me how much it irritated you. I think it's partly a matter of redemption, but I feel your love and care for me, too."
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My step-dad paused after every five strokes, rubbing my warming cheeks gently. His aim improved, catching me with a perfectly flat palm precisely on the crease between my ass cheeks and thighs every time.
After the first fifty, I drifted off into a meditative state where only my step-father's voice, his masterful hand, and my burning ass cheeks mattered. The pain became total pleasure, and I wanted more, so much more that I felt disappointed when Miss Redpath called time just after she'd made a mess on the floor.
As we left the class, I noticed her still naked spankee collect a mop a bucket from a janitors cupboard to clean up her orgasmic mess on the wooden floor. As we strolled along a corridor hand in hand to enjoy a break period, I noticed my step-dad's discomfort.
"Are you okay Keith?"
"Honestly sweetheart, I have a rampant hard-on that's bothering me a lot."
"Okay, come with me. I have a solution."
I dragged dad outside the main faculty building and across a gravel car park to a row of bicycles. The long shed there was one of the recommended locations for step daughters to masturbate their guardians. Behind the smart building was a row of cells running the length of the back wall with half partitions between each. I saw an empty cell and dragged dad to it.
"You kneel on the plastic step and lean forward onto the chest strap. In front of you is a ceramic wall with guttering at the bottom like an old-fashioned urinal. I'll milk your semen into that."
"How will you do it, Hannah?"
"I'll sit gently on your calf muscles, reach around in front and wank you off against the ceramic wall. I might stand up towards the end if I need a better grip. The important thing is that we get you milked and calmed down dad."
"How did you know about this place, Hannah?"
"From the school app, dad. This is called the milking parlor. I'll help you strip off, then you can lean in and get comfortable with your knees spread wide apart. I'll oil up your cock, and we'll have some fun like the other couples."
The whole place was pristine clean with constant spraying water down the ceramic wall into the cum chute that serviced each cell. A selection of spray bottles, wipes and lubes were placed in a box underneath my step-dad, handy for me to use while managing his needs. The sensual moaning of several step-dad's being milked by their girls turned me on, but I could wait to get satisfaction later and knew Keith couldn't.
I pulled my step-dad's pants and underwear off, hanging them beside us on a hook provided. Once I had his cock comfortably pointing towards the cum chute, I coated my right hand and the index finger from my left with an oil-based lubricant. Keith was already moaning like a whore when I stroked up and down his enormous shaft, massaging copious oil onto the tool I was about to use.
When I wanked him, rubbing firmly all over his smooth glans at the top of each stroke, his head slumped onto a cushioned pad against the wall for that purpose. I shuffled his cock with a dozen slick strokes from top to bottom, enjoying the envious look from a girl who'd just finished wanking her daddy in the cell next to ours. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Keith's cock until forced to leave by her step-father.
Keith grunted, champing at the bit with his cock poking straight forwards, solid as a steel rod. I gripped his shaft harder, stopping on the upwards stroke to rub the banjo string hard, in a circular motion with my thumb.
Each time I felt my step-dad's orgasm rise, I slowed down my wanking speed and released some pressure, letting his semen rise inside the urethra half way but without exploding. I'd learned about ruined orgasms in masturbation FAQs from the app and wouldn't do that now, but the technique of edging seemed to do the trick, getting dad off until I was ready for his release.
When he was close to an exhilarating vinegar stroke, I noticed at least two other girls watching my technique from a polite distance.
School etiquette dictated I let them observe because I'd chosen a public wanking spot to relieve Keith, and it was best practice for girls to learn from each other. I leaned back slightly, then stood up, bringing my left hand into play, sliding it down my step-dad's ass crack until it pressed against his puckered hole.
He gasped, and the two girls watching did too while I pressed hard on Keith's sphincter, piercing its seal, before sliding my finger deep inside his back passage to find the soft prostate gland.
I didn't finger bang my step-dad because I only wanted to make sure this wanking session got him completely through the day and until I could give him a great blow-job after evening meal.
I pressed downwards lightly, squeezing his prostate, enjoying his euphoric screaming while I wanked his cock, leaning my weight fully on my step-dad's back. From my standing position I had complete control of managing dad's cock, asshole and orgasm.
More girls joined the first two, spectating us with smiles of admiration written on their faces. I kept wanking my step-dad using full strokes, sliding my palm up and down the length of his cock until I knew we were close to an ejaculation.
"Let's make it a good one, dad. Splash your man seed as violently against the wall as you can, good boy."
"Oh god... oh my, Hannah... this is...-"
"I know baby, just enjoy and think about how you just spanked my ass for past misdemeanors."
I slowed down the pace of my wanking, squeezing his cock much harder while pulling back my step-dad's foreskin to the point his banjo string was at maximum tension. All the while, I kept pressing my left hand index finger on the precious prostate deep inside him.
When my step-dad hit his orgasm, both knees bounced n the plastic step like he was in a 1970s disco. Keith roared like a lion, arching his back so far I could barely hang on. When ropes of his semen splattered the ceramic wall of the cum chute, I jerked his cock extra hard, milking every drop of baby-making seed out of him.
In the heat of his climax, my step-dad slammed his head off the cushioned pad, screaming through gritted teeth, dribbling saliva down his chin. As Keith descended back to earth from a tumultuous orgasm and massive ejaculation, rapturous applause broke out all around us.
He glanced at me with a loving, contorted cum face I adored so much and I pointed at his gleaming white cum dribbling down the ceramic wall.
"We did that, Keith. I feel quite proud."
"I really let go Hannah. I've never felt anything quite like it."
"Does that feel better now dad?"
"Oh Hannah. You have no idea. Thank you so much, that was very unselfish of you."
"I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you too Hannah."
The other girls drifted away, giving dad privacy to dress himself. I slipped my hand in his and we returned to class with him in a much better place and of more peaceful disposition.
When he left me at lunchtime, I missed Keith more than expected, feeling desperately lonely in the dining hall. A few other girls who were lunching alone picked up their trays and joined me for some girl talk and laughs. One girl, Emma was clearly a leader of the crowd, wanted to know more about me and my step-dad.
"You're the girl who everyone is talking about... Hannah, right?"
"Yes, but why are they talking about me?"
"Neither you nor your step-dad have put a foot wrong since you arrived. Everyone is taking bets you'll be the first wedding ceremony at the school."
"Seriously? You can get married here?"
"Oh, yeah. Nobody has done it yet because Trixy turned them down."
"What reason did she give for rejection?"
"She said it must be an absolutely genuine and pure love between the couple and that only she would know. I guess nobody passed her test yet."
Her voice drifted off, and I dreamed about my wedding day. Like most girls throughout teenage dreamy days, I'd imagined mine but not the man who would take me to be his wife.
I became lost in the moment, and still daydreaming, I imagined marrying my step-dad while everyone around me gossiped and enjoyed their lunch. In my hazy dream, he kneeled before me, with a beautiful diamond solitaire ring and its multi carat jewel set in platinum with a Celtic rope design.
He looked beautiful, staring with big eyes as though I was the only person in the world that had ever mattered to him. I remembered our lives together, the care he had for me, and saw the smile that always warmed my heart, fixing my problems from a grazed knee to shitty boyfriend breakup.
I smiled back at my step-dad, imagining me, him and the peace of an intense love creating a bubble around us. My mind blocked out the other girl's noise as a crammed dining hall was silenced while I absorbed the love from a man I'd always wanted to be mine.
"Will you marry me please, Hannah?"
I woke up from my daydream just before saying yes to the shock of my life.
"What are you doing Keith?"
"You were a million miles away, Hannah. I'll ask you again."
"Ask me what? Why are you kneeling down? Why has everyone gone quiet?"
I glanced around the room and saw delighted faces frozen in time, every one of them stared at us. Keith was on his knees with an arm outstretched, its elbow resting on one knee.
"Will you marry me please, Hannah?"
I saw a diamond solitaire ring with at least three carats nestling inside a small box on a blue pillow and cried.
"Is this real, Keith?"
"The ring?"
"No darling, this moment?"
"Of course it is."
"Then yes, of course I'll marry you."
A massive cheer went up around the room as my step-dad slid the most beautiful engagement ring I'd ever seen onto my left hand finger, celebrating and announcing to the world my betrothal to the man I love.
I wrapped my arms around Keith's neck and my legs around his waist as I hopped up into his arms. I felt his hands clench my butt cheeks tightly and kissed him with passion and love until he set me back down on the floor.
Trixy made her way through the dining hall, beaming. When she got to me, the headmistress hugged me proudly, then my step-dad too.
"Do you know what this means Hannah?"
"I'm getting married to the man I love."
"Yes, but you also get the white tail."
"Seriously?"
"I have it here if Mr. Rodgers would like to crown you."
I glanced at my step-dad who had already opened the small wooden box Trixy handed to him. He helped me step onto the dining room table and I bent over.
When dad removed my red tail it felt poignant, but a rush of excitement ran through me when he fitted the brilliant white one and I stood up. More cheers, applause and girl's wanting to touch my new tail made me so proud but more than that, as I twirled to the floor in Keith's arms I felt the ecstasy of a betrothed woman.
Trixy felt my new ponytail, smiling when she turned on its vibration which added to my sensation of joy.
"A special privilege exists for wearers of the white plume, Hannah."
"Oh, what's that?"
"The couples can choose to copulate early."
"Oh, wow... you mean?"
"Your step-dad can split that precious hymen you've been keeping for him anytime you choose."
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