Step-Daughter Slut School #1
You're going to Slut School, my girl.
I knew a big lump of shit had hit the fan even before descending the staircase. My step-dad Keith, was furious about my recent general behavior and specifically a spate of drunken nights out. Mom yelled at him from the kitchen, saying the most vicious things while they argued about me.
"You can't send her to Fanbury Hall, Keith. It's not a fucking finishing school, it's a place that parents send their slutty daughters to be rewired. My daughter isn't going there, and that's final."
"Hannah is behaving like a slut and it won't be long before she's taken advantage of, if that hasn't already happened. She dresses in skirts far too short and often wears no panties. In case you didn't notice, our daughter escapes this house most nights, coming back excessively drunk in the early hours of the morning with no clue what happened to her."
"She's my daughter, not yours Keith, and Hannah is eighteen now which means that she can do whatever she pleases."
"Eighteen is still a kid and anyway, I thought we agreed to raise Hannah together?"
"Yes, but that's all changed now. You're not managing my daughter like she's an asset at your company to be moved around some fucking playbook."
"Is this about our shitty marriage Cindy, or are we focused on Hannah and her problems?"
"Keith, I don't want to hear it. Hannah is not being controlled by you. Our marriage is only shitty because you can't turn the page and move on."
"That's a bit rich. Let me get this straight please. You're saying your biological daughter is no longer my daughter to love and support because you fucked another guy last year?"
"I don't care how you describe it, just leave my daughter alone. She's not going to Fanbury Hall, and that's all there is to it."
"Okay, well since it's none of my business and she's eighteen, Hannah must stop this behavior if she want's to keep an allowance from me. She can come to the office, learn and earn before college starts."
"You shouldn't threaten her with money."
"I'm not threatening any more. It's either Fanbury Hall and a change of behavior or no fucking allowance. If she's your daughter but not mine, you can pay for her lifestyle, but I'm not helping until Hannah's life is back on the rails."
He had a point, and I leaned far more to his side than mom's, but Keith was wrong about me being a slut. I was out far too late at night, drinking excessively and hanging with the wrong crowd, but my v-card was intact because I was saving it for a very special recipient.
Keith had been kind by taking me and mom in when I was too young to know any other father. In the beginning, and for years after they married, our lives were great, and he was every bit the father I needed and loved. Mom messed everything up by having a six-month affair a year ago that almost broke my step-dad's heart.
Then I went loco.
I sat upstairs on the landing, disheartened that I'd caused so much pain between two people I loved very much. I didn't want to become a slut, and the booze was making me feel sluggish and sick most mornings.
I listened to their quarreling, knowing it was all my fault until I could take no more and ran downstairs, gate crashing their argument.
"Can you two stop squabbling please? Mom, I'll go to Fanbury Hall if that's what it takes to get sober and straightened out."
My step-father looked stunned. I was usually very confrontational by nature, but this time, I caved in, no longer willing to be the source of their unpleasantness. I had an alcohol problem combined with a rebellious nature and wanted to solve that before something terrible happened during one of my all-night benders.
Dad placed his hands on my shoulders, staring straight into my eyes. I saw love, concern and a seriousness that scared me a bit.
"Are you being serious about going to Fanbury Hall, Hannah?"
"Does it matter what I say right now dad? Would you believe me anyway?"
"I think this will be good for you."
"I'll pack now and we can leave right away."
Keith was already on the phone when I set off back upstairs, waving my mother away, not wishing to be a pawn in her game of spite with a husband who was nothing but decent to both of us.
She'd never tried to protect me from myself as Keith always did, and now reasonable boundaries had been stretched too far. I knew it, mom probably did too, but she fought dad on every issue because he couldn't forgive her indiscretion. I'd agreed years ago to a no drinking rule until I was twenty-one, per the law in our state and hadn't stuck by that.
My step-father helped me carry two suitcases downstairs while mom fumed silently, waiting at the front door while annoyingly tapping her foot on a highly polished parquet wooden floor. I'd packed for a month-long stay at the renown bootcamp run by what my friend's called the slut retraining school.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Hannah? Keith has no say in what you do unless you allow it."
I squinted at her, disappointed and angered she would draw me into her beef with my step-dad.
"He's the only dad I've ever known. Why would you take that away from me, mom?"
"Keith's an asshole."
"No, mom. You're the one who cheated. Keith did nothing wrong."
I felt a bit sad hugging and kissing her before we left, but I couldn't blame Keith for wanting to be on the way quickly.
In the car felt uncomfortable with just two of us because dad seemed deeply upset. Who could blame him? His life had become an episodic nightmare of arguing with a woman I doubted loved him anymore. I smiled at him, then leaned my head onto his shoulder without distracting his eyes from the road.
"I consider you to be my dad. Don't worry what mom says."
"Do you really though sweetheart?"
"Yeah. You are right about me needing to change. You haven't got all the facts, but my alcohol consumption is dangerous and the people I'm hanging out with are nasty."
"Why not stop it all, then?"
"It's not so easy to resist when everyone else is partying and I'm not."
"I can understand that Hannah but I'm terrified for your safety."
"I know, and that's why I'm agreeable to spending a month at Fanbury Hall for rewiring."
He chuckled, and I did too. Neither of us believed the rumors which I was certain were fomented by idle gossipers.
"The rumors can't be true, Hannah."
"I know. Will you be alright at home alone with Cindy?"
"I'll manage. You just focus on getting yourself healthy."
My problem was that I'd matured too quickly, got my period young, rebelled before I was fifteen, and was firmly off the rails by seventeen. Moms excursion off the marital reservation tipped me right over the edge.
With college beckoning and a bright future after that working at dad's company, I knew my biggest obstacle was an untimely and frequent bad attitude that descended like a red mist over my eyes, taking control.
I pulled up the school website on my iPad and scrolled through their standard prospectus material. The whole site made me feel unenthused because Fanbury Hall seemed like a boarding school where girls read poetry while gazing wistfully out of old sash windows or learned to play croquet on a boring, flat lawn.
At the bottom of their home page, I found a secure portal and clicked it.
"Did the school send any login and password details for their website with the booking confirmation?"
"Yeah, it's on an email, Hannah. Here, check my phone."
I clicked the login link from an email on Keith's phone, keyed in a password they'd provided and entered the school's secure network. What I saw on the site was jaw dropping. I had to flick though several pages, checking the URL was genuine before I mentioned anything to dad.
"Have you heard of pony play, dad?"
"No. Is that horse riding?"
"Nope... what about paddling for obedience?"
"Sounds like kayaking. I expect this whole month will be physically challenging, Hannah because that's how they instill personal discipline."
"Umm, Keith... do you know that every girl staying at Fanbury Hall must have a guardian with her at all times?"
"Do you mean someone like me?"
"Yeah. It says so right here in the school terms and conditions. I think they've assumed you'll be staying at the Hall along with me."
"Fuck no way! I can't spare that amount of time and... and... I'm sure that can't be right."
"I think it is daddy."
"Are you sure?"
I was totally stunned by images of girls bending over their guardian's knees being spanked with a bare hand, others that played naked croquet, then more with ladies wearing ball gowns, taking the hand of the man charged with their care to dance together.
This is fucking weird.
"Yep, I'm sure, and there's an induction session for both of us on day one, including a medical examination for me that you must attend as a witness."
"Jesus Christ. I can't stay with you for a month."
"Is that because of me, dad?"
"Oh c'mon Hannah, that's not fair. I love spending time with you. We used to be inseparable. I have to work, is all."
"Let's turn around and go home, then. Maybe mom will join me another time."
"We're almost there. We must take a look and have a chat with the principal to see if guardianship is a hard rule."
"Okay, but I'll warn you now dad, this place isn't what you think it is."
If I showed Keith the images, he'd probably steer us off the road. Not attending Fanbury today meant going home for more confrontation with mom so I chose to keep matters to myself.
I felt surprised but also quite excited by what I'd seen on the website and figured this could be a great deal of fun, especially if my step-dad stayed with me. Keith was a very good looking and fit man. I'd had a crush on him since mid teenage years, partly the reason I acted up a few years ago. I wanted and needed a thrashing, understood that about myself, but hadn't secured one because dad was too decent.
When he parked our Range Rover on the gravel area in front of an old mansion house, I think the dress code shocked him, too. The girls all wore ultra short, slutty school skirts that barely covered their ass cheeks. Tight white blouses were tailored with bust darts below the breasts, revealing shape and nipple location perfectly, while ankle socks and black patent leather shoes finished a classic schoolgirl look.
I smiled at my dad, enjoying his amazed expression, and a jaw that had dropped wide open. When I nudged him in the ribs to get some attention away from the horny looking sluts, he smiled and shook his head in disbelief.
"We'd better get inside and buy me a uniform dad. Seems you like that already."
"Umm, I'm not sure about this, Hannah. The girls are dressed wildly inappropriately."
"We agreed to try this. I need discipline or my life will get fucked up."
"Can you at least dispense with the potty mouth Hannah, please? In fact, we both probably should."
"That's my point dad. I'm struggling to control myself and acting on pure impulse. Maybe this place can make a positive difference in my life."
He helped me out of the car, ever a gentleman at heart. I noticed other girls holding their guardian's hands, so I slipped mine into dad's remembering happier days when I behaved nicer and more like his little girl.
The spartan feel of a wood-paneled hallway leading to the headmistress's office matched the sober expressions and demeanor of staff, girls and their mostly male guardians that traipsed past me. From a snatched glimpse, I noticed one girl bowed her head, surreptitiously winking while flashing me a naughty grin.
I half turned while walking briskly, glancing at my step-father, who smiled back innocently, shrugging.
"Yes, I think this will be a great place to enjoy some discipline, Keith."
"Are you sure, Hannah? The dress code seems slutty, but at least everyone is suitably miserable."
"Here's the place to find out, dad."
We stopped, and I pointed upwards to a small wooden and steel chain swing sign above a mostly glass door. The writing was brilliant white and hand painted, striking fear into my heart. When dad gripped my hand tighter, I knew he shared the same anxiety.
Headmistress.Â
My step-dad knocked sharply on a frosted glass panel and we waited outside like a couple of kids in trouble.
"This feels weird, dad, to be honest. It's almost like we're both in deep shit."
"I know. It's a bit funny, actually. This reminds me of when I was in school."
"Were you in trouble a lot?"
"All the fucking time Hannah, just like you. We're more alike than you realize."
We chuckled, probably a little too loudly because it echoed through the now empty hallway. I felt the camaraderie and safety of a kid standing outside the head's office with another, even though my hand sat nervously entwined by his trembling fingers.
"Were both adults and terrified of an office, dad? What the fuck is that all about?"
"Don't worry, Hannah. I expect she'll be very gentle with us."
The Headmistress's door opened from the inside and an unexpectedly attractive woman stepped out. She smiled with such comfort and friendliness that I was knocked off balance.
"Hello. You must be Hannah and Mr. Rodgers."
"Umm, yes we are."
"I'm Trixy."
I noticed dad was as enthralled by the headmistress as I was, taking her handshake when offered. We followed her into the office, which felt like a museum, and I noticed dad checking out her ass on the way. I saw sports memorabilia everywhere with crossed hockey sticks on the wall among all kinds of other bats, balls, and racquets.
I drew a sharp intake of breath when spotting a row of paddles pinned to the wall neatly in size order. They ranged from hairbrush size to something more like a two handed kayak paddle.
Holy fuck! Those must be for spanking.
I prayed Keith would be forced to stay, if only for my protection from an overly zealous thrashing. At least if he did it, I'd receive a measured spanking because Keith was a kind man.
"Have a seat, both of you."
Trixy circled her desk gracefully, floating like an Albatross crossing a wide ocean. Keith was captivated by her beauty, but so was I, incapable of tearing my eyes away from her perfectly symmetrical face, full breasts and solid nipples pointing at me.
Her voice was firm, compelling me to obey her whims in a way I'd never experienced before. Dad cleared his throat, and the headmistress smiled like a deadly assassin might when handing her victim a poisoned chalice.
"I think there has been some misunderstanding?"
"What might that be, Mr. Rodgers?"
"Call me Keith, please."
"Umm, perhaps one day Mr. Rodgers, but not today, and certainly never while you are in my office."
My eyes popped out on stalks and I choked, wanting to laugh out loud at the sass of a woman who just chastised a man who paid her thirty thousand bucks to correct his step-daughter's behavior. I gawped at him, then her, but she smiled nonchalantly at Keith like it was no big deal.
"Hannah... please close your mouth. A lady only opens her mouth to eat, speak or fellate a worthy gentleman's cock. Are you doing any of those things soon?"
It was Keith's turn for his chin to hit the floor and choke up, but he handled it slightly better than me, recovering quickly. I recovered my chin from the floor, Trixy nodded, satisfied and turned her attention back to dad.
Did she just say suck cock?
"You were about to explain the problem you believe we have, Mr. Rodgers. Before you do that, may I just say politely that your problem won't ever become mine but, I'm happy to help offer a solution if I'm able."
"Yes... well, apparently, your terms and conditions suggest Hannah must have a guardian with her for the whole month that she's here."
"It's not a suggestion, Mr. Rodgers. It's an absolute rule."
"I can't stay here for a month, so I'll have to arrange for Hannah's mom to arrive later today, possibly tomorrow."
"That's not acceptable, Mr. Rodgers."
"Why not?"
"I would have thought it plainly understood without my explanation. This bootcamp is for over eighteen-year-old wayward girls and their step-parents. If Hannah's mother is her biological parent and you are a step-father, then how can you be swapped out?"
"Well... umm... that's odd."
"What is?"
"Why must a girl be accompanied throughout her lessons by a step-parent?"
"Our bootcamp remedies, reconciles or otherwise restructures the relationship between a step-daughter and her step-parent so that it aligns with their desired outcomes using an appropriate framework of discipline, love and acceptance."
"Remedy, reconcile or restructure?"
"Yes, Mr. Rodgers. Are you committed to settling Hannah down in your home?"
"Well yes, of course I am. I just paid thirty grand, hoping to do just that."
"Then you must support her here as guardian for the full month."
"Oh, my."
"The alternative is for you both to leave at anytime, foregoing all fees already paid."
"Fuck!"
Her face turned stony and some of the color drained from both cheeks. I saw displeasure writ subtly in her expression, noting it for future caution when interacting with Trixy.
"You're an American, Mr. Rodgers, and I am British, but I've picked up some of your colloquialisms and slang. Hear me well please and understand this. There is to be no more potty mouth while attending our bootcamp and you just had a first and only strike. Am I clear about that at least?"
She smiled so beautifully at my dad, as though suggesting she might sit on his face or offer him a cup of tea. I was gobsmacked and so was Keith, whose bottom lip trembled like mom's rabbit vibrator when going flat out.
"Abundantly clear, Trixy, yes... I definitely understand."
"Good boy... why don't you and Hannah run along now, have a chat in an empty form room, then decide if you'd like to stay."
She stood up and ushered us from her office in the most polite fashion while making sure we understood that our time with her was up.
"If you'd like to stay at Fanbury Hall, let the Form Mistress know. She's down the hall and will process you both, offering suitable accommodations based on your relationship choices. If you're not staying with us, then it was a pleasure meeting you both and goodbye."
She nodded her head, shaking both of our hands while gently pushing me out of the door, using a firm hand that clenched my ass tightly. When we were alone in the hallway, I had to hold a hand over my mouth to stifle a fit of giggles. Dad's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish until he found the words to speak.
"That's the most polite fuck off and stop bothering me, I've ever heard Hannah."
"Me too."
"Where is the form room?"
I glanced down the hallway and saw a sign for the nearest form room. Once inside, we could laugh out loud while dad paced around what looked to be a registration or standard classroom. The old style wooden desks had flip top lids and inkwells reamed into the solid wood end pieces.
There were two iron grip handles on the forward edge of the desk that looked perfect for a girl to use while her ass paddling was being issued by someone from behind. I said nothing to dad, hoping he wouldn't notice because I really wanted to stay and try out some of the rituals I was sure they had on the curriculum.
"Is it too weird or would you like to stay here, Hannah? "
"Yes, please dad. I'd really like to stay."
"I'll have to stay here with you and I'll confess, it's getting a bit weird for me."
"Don't worry, I'll protect you from Trixy, dad."
"I doubt either of us are a match for her, sweetheart."
"Can we stay, please?"
"Yes, of course. I guess we'd better go and find the Form Mistress."
We strolled further along the hallway until a sign confirmed where our Form Mistress was located. Dad rapped on the door again and a pleasant looking older woman opened it, bidding us to walk in with a wafting hand.
For some reason, she addressed me rather than Keith.
"You've decided to stay then?"
"How do you know who we are?"
"Ahh, the booking was marked as an emergency and you're the only new registrants we have today. Everyone else arrived yesterday and is already settled in, trying things out. Now... take a seat at a desk and fill out the questionnaire I have left for you. You mustn't confer."
Dad looked suspicious and held up a hand as though wanting permission to use a toilet.
"Why can't we confer?"
"Because each of you are here to establish a fresh start with the other and we need to understand the basis of that relationship dynamic. If you confer, it's unlikely we'll get the truth from either of you."
"Okay."
"There is a specific question set for each of you based on your current status and desired outcomes. Please be honest."
I sat down at a desk three rows behind my step-dad. The whole thing felt naughty and somewhat adventurous. Keith seemed worried, more so when he read the questions, going to the Form Mistress's desk where the two had a heated, whispered debate.
I tried to eavesdrop, but only caught their parting shots.
"It's totally confidential, Mr. Rodgers, just complete the questionnaire or leave."
I was intrigued and opened the A3 folded in half question paper to see what had spooked dad.
Date Of Birth.
Name.
Marital Status.
Are you a virgin? Y/N.
Have you ever been finger banged? Y/N.
Have you sucked a man's cock? Y/N.
Have you licked a woman's pussy? Y/N.
Have you helped anyone masturbate? Y/N.
How frequently do you masturbate? Daily/Weekly/Monthly.
What are the dates for your next period? __/__/____
What type of relationship would you like to build with your step-father?
More friendly and agreeable.
A stricter father/daughter dynamic within normal constraints.
Discipline that entails regular spanking/paddling/thrashing
Romantic.
Pure Fuck Buddy.
I just want to fuck him once to get it out of my system before moving on.
Are your step-father and biological mother - happily married/estranged/is he widowed/is either party cheating?
Has your step-father already fucked you? Y/N.
Would you like your step-father to fuck you? Y/N/DK.
I stood up, panicked and waved my paper to attract the Form Mistress's attention.
"What the fuck is all this about?"
She strode down an aisle separating columns of desks, sweeping past my dad like a lioness hunting down her prey, stopping abruptly at the end of my desk. When she leaned forwards into my face to whisper, I smelled carbolic soap and saw an expression with zero tolerance for sass.
"What is the problem, Hannah?"
"Umm... this! These! And oh yeah, this too!"
I pointed to the questions about sexual activity which I might let pass, answering yes, no to the next four, and thrice weekly. When my quivering finger hovered over question eleven, she must have recognized the terror in my eyes because hers squinted at me while both lips pursed tightly.
"That question is only a dilemma for step-daughters wanting to choose options C to E. A and B never elicit such a rude retort. Get on with it, be a good girl and exercise some responsibility for the life you want. Select all three if you wish, but don't create any more of a spectacle of yourself."
"Okay, sorry, but it was just a little surprising to see some of those options."
"Just remember that Fanbury Hall is all about informed consent and fixing problems. Even after you complete this questionnaire, neither of you are committed to any of the recommended activities."
"I can refuse or walk away anytime I want?"
"Of course, Hannah. Your step-dad can too."
As she passed by my dad, he handed over his completed paper. I was desperate to see his answers, but that was denied to me when the Form Mistress checked his answers, nodded her head approvingly, then slid his paper inside an envelope, licking and sealing its flap.
"Hannah, do hurry. Trixy will be meeting with the curriculum committee in an hour to study these papers and set specific lessons that will meet both your criteria. I need to review your answers to allocate accommodation."
"Okay, Miss."
"I'm Annabella, by the way."
I ticked, crossed out and filled in the questionnaire, deciding that honesty was the best possibility, while praying my answers would be compatible with Keith's. I felt surprised by the trembling tickle inside my pussy and by how damp my French knickers had become.
When I handed my paper to Annabella, she smiled warmly before carefully reviewing, then tucking my answers into a buff envelope the same as my step-dad's.
"You'll attend a medical examination together once Trixy has decided its format. You really should not discuss the answers you gave and trust the process to deliver positive outcomes."
"Okay. Where do we go now?"
"Collect your luggage and follow the yellow wall signs. You're looking for our third-floor apartment 4a. Someone will fetch you to the doctor's clinic when a decision is made."
We chose to find and check out the apartment before collecting luggage. It also gave us a chance to discuss the oddities of our questionnaires.
"That was very weird dad."
"We got different questions for sure, but yeah, some were strange. I figured different relationships and expectations are being managed here. I'm very clear about what I want for us and answered the questions honestly."
"Yeah, me too."
I was more than slightly nervous because it didn't sound like my step-dad was entirely on the same page as me.
We arrived at our apartment, which was an innocuous wood door with intricate carvings. Inside was a gorgeous haven of tranquility with an enormous combined living/kitchen/dining room carpeted in deep pile lime green with matching curtains hung at five enormous floor to ceiling windows with amazing views over a vast estate. More oak paneling, a highly polished alabaster dining table with carved wooden chairs and deep cushions, were luxuriant.
I dove onto one of two long, dark brown leather sofas that must have been delivered straight from a Milan furniture show, flicking off my heels while scrunching myself down into the deep cushions.
"This will do nicely for a month, dad."
"We have three rooms, Hannah. Two of them have en-suite bathrooms with rain showers, the third is locked."
"It might be a store cupboard."
"Maybe."
He strolled around our apartment checking drawers, cupboards and a gigantic fridge stocked with soft drinks, fruits and other treats. I connected my phone to a bluetooth music centre and streamed a playlist of favorite beats, which were the same as dad's.
A knock at our door disrupted my enjoyment of the music and halted Keith's exploration. He glanced quizzically at me, but I could only shrug.
"You're the step-parent. I guess that makes you Spartacus."
"I'll answer the door then."
"Yeah, you should, dad."
It was Trixy and what seemed to be a young female nurse, judging by her gown. They strode in confidently and for unfathomable reasons; I leaped off the sofa, standing almost to attention. The headmistress smiled at both of us and opened a large flat wooden box of the style in which a man might store his cigars.
"It's time we fit Hannah for a ponytail and select her first paddle."
"Umm... what's that now?"
"You'll need to undress for this, or at least remove your panties and lift the skirt while your step-father sizes your anal whorl for a tail."
"My fucking what?"
"Then we'll get to use the paddle immediately to correct your sustained potty mouth. I did warn you."
I stared at Keith, who was as open-mouthed as I was. My heart pounded, and adrenaline crawled through every fiber of my body, preparing it for flight. With the box in Trixy's hands open, I saw a row of various sized stainless steel butt plugs with a gorgeous red horsehair plume that obviously screwed into the one that would fit me.
"Pony play, my dear. I expect you and Mr. Rodgers might want to enjoy evenings together in front of the fire with this inserted."
She approached me obviously concerned because I was terrified. Trixy led me away from dad, into one of the bedrooms where we could have a quiet chat. She looked genuinely concerned.
"Isn't this what you want, Hannah?"
"Christ, I don't know, Trixy. Is it?"
"Were you being honest with your answers to the questionnaire?"
"Yes."
"Have you changed your mind at all?"
"No."
"Then trust the process and let's get you fitted with a pony plug. You'll be so much happier once crawling around on the carpet with your step-dad holding the reins."
"He's going to see me naked and play with my butthole."
"You'll make a fine show pony and the horsehair plume can be unscrewed most of the time, leaving you plugged beautifully so you can enjoy its stimulation while you and Mr. Rodgers spend quality time in the evening. It even vibrates and won't seriously affect your anal v-card."
"Keith will know about my choices."
"You'll figure it out, Hannah. You are a smart girl."
"Okay. If I get naked, does he have to as well?"
"Not here for this fitting, but during the medical exam, yes, he does."
"Okay. I'll take the risk."
"Get undressed now and join us in the living room. You'll need to lean over the sofa while your step-dad tests and fits your anal plug."
"Jesus, this is just so weird."
"Do you like that feeling, Hannah?"
She eyeballed me as though challenging for the truth. I was getting tired and needed a drink that I knew wouldn't be offered and, to be honest, we were beyond the point of no return.
"Yes. I kinda do. It feels exciting to have a fresh start with Keith."
"Then put your best foot forward and impress him."
Next Chapter:
Really looking forward to the rest of this story, Kate. I am sure it will be delicious!