Brat Discipline

"Here's your money," Larry said handing over a roll of twenties to Melinda.

"Thanks daddy," Melinda said. "Did you get a nice look?" Melinda cupped her tits and squeezed them.

Before Larry could utter a reply Melinda had turned on her heels and was headed out the door.

"Oh, by the way, don't wait up for me."

Larry didn't bother to wait up for Melinda; he knew it would be of no use. When he finally turned in after the eleven o'clock news there was no sign of his step-daughter. He didn't think there would be for several more hours.

Larry was woken up several hours later to the slamming of the front door and the sound of Melinda coming up the steps to the second floor. He listened as he heard her bedroom door close and then the loud music started up. Larry tried to block out the music with his pillow, which helped some but not entirely.

'She's gotta be drunk,' Larry thought.

For the next few minutes Larry could hear her stumbling around and the shower running. Not once did the music die down. Larry waited patiently for the music to turn off. After what seemed like an eternity Larry got out of bed; he couldn't have the music blaring all night since he had to get up and go to work.

Larry trudged down the hall, his eyes bleary with sleep. Cautiously he knocked on Melinda's bedroom door. "Melinda, could you please turn down that music."

The volume didn't change at all.

Larry knocked again, this time more insistently. "Melinda, please turn down the music. I need to get up in a few hours."

Once again nothing changed.

"Damn it, Melinda." Larry opened the door and looked into Melinda's room. The reason she never turned the music down was because she was on top of her covers on her bed fast asleep and dead to the world.

Larry turned off the stereo which elicited a slight moan from Melinda. Larry looked over at his sleeping step-daughter. She was wearing only a light blue thong and a skimpy white tank top. Larry allowed himself a few extra moments to admire her lush body in the dim glow of the bedroom lamp. He admired her bottom and its firm roundness and the rise and fall of her firm, perky tits with each of her steady breaths. He noted the hard nubs of nipples poking through the fabric of her top. Larry knew he should leave her room as soon as possible. He didn't want to risk her waking up and her finding him standing there like that.

Larry's prick had grown extremely hard while he was looking at Melinda. A tiny spark in his brain told him to pull his cock out and jerk off right then and there. In the time it took him to finish she would never wake up or probably even move. That would certainly be one small measure of revenge on his bratty step-daughter.

Another part of him told him if he was going to jack off why not cop a feel while she laid there. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to squeeze Melinda's ass and rub it with his hand. To do that while jerking off would have been pure heaven. Maybe, Larry thought, he could even pull her top up enough to get a nice look at those tits. Larry thought better of trying anything while Melinda slept, if she woke up that would be one sure way for him to lose any semblance of order and control he might have with Melinda.

Larry stopped at the door before leaving to take another look at his sleeping step-daughter. It wasn't big and if it wasn't for the strap of her thong being pushed askew he might never have seen it. But there it was, once you saw it, it seemed as big as day. Melinda, at some time in the recent past, had gotten a tattoo. It wasn't much, just a shamrock, but it was undeniable: she had a tattoo.

Larry's mood changed right away and for the better. He was going to jerk off and enjoy it and do it while thinking of Melinda, but something else had changed. All of the sudden he knew how he would get the upper hand over her.

It was well known to anybody that Catherine hated tattoos. Larry knew it and Melinda, especially Melinda, knew it, too. He knew he'd never be able to figure out why she got one. Now, Larry knew that Melinda's days of lording over him were over. The cash flow at that very moment ceased, although Melinda didn't know any of this yet. Their relationship had just changed for the better. At that moment Larry couldn't have been happier. He decided that Friday would be the day he would tell her that things had changed.

Friday evening seemed to drag while Larry waited for Melinda to come home from her earlier running around. He knew she would be home soon to shower and begin to get ready for her night out. Larry didn't know where exactly she went, but she was always out late and usually came home tipsy or drunk. All he had to do was wait for the right moment to spring his surprise on her.

Like clockwork Melinda came home and announced she was home by loudly shutting the front door. She stopped in the entrance way long enough to look at her step-father sitting in his recliner.

"Don't you ever move?"

Larry put his book down in his lap and asked, "Did you have a nice afternoon?"

"Fine," she sneered. "Did you see the note I left for you? I'm going to need some cash to go out tonight."

"Don't worry; it's all taken care of."

"Thank you, daddy."

Melinda disappeared upstairs. Larry went to the refrigerator and got a beer out. He needed a little liquid encouragement if he was going to go through with this. Soon, Larry heard the shower running. His prick hardened as he imagined his nubile step-daughter standing under the spray, the hot water trickling in rivulets over her large breasts and down her flat stomach. He thought of her masturbating in the steamy shower, her fingers caressing her clit, as she thought of some guy she met while shopping, or maybe out at her under-twenty-one clubs. It was enough to drive him wild.

After the shower quit running Larry went upstairs. This time Melinda's music wasn't blaring or shaking the windows. He could hear her talking on her cell phone. He couldn't make out what she was talking about.

Larry tapped lightly on the door. "Melinda."

"What?"

"I have your money and I wanted to talk to you real quick."

Larry heard her speak to the person on the other end of the phone, "I'll call you back. Daddy is here."

Larry opened the door and poked his head in. Melinda was dressed in another almost non-existent skirt, similar to the one that triggered the whole spanking episode; on top she wore a white blouse tied under her breasts that accentuated their size and her flat stomach and belly piercing.

"So daddy, how do I look?"

"You look just fine," he said.

"Too bad you weren't here sooner; you could've helped me pick out my underwear. I was torn between this really cute blue pair and a pink one – you know pink like that time you spanked me."

"Oh, that's too bad," Larry sighed. "I would've enjoyed helping you decide."

"As you can see I chose the blue pair." Melinda raised the hem of her skirt far enough for Larry to get a good look at the barely-there panties she had on. "These also came as a set with my bra," Melinda added. She pulled aside her blouse to show him the cup of the bra bulging with her large breasts.

"Very nice."

"Ooh, I knew you'd say that you pervert. I hope you can restrain yourself and not try to spank me again for going out like this."

"That's what I came up here to talk to you about."

"What's that daddy?"

"I'm not giving you any more money. You can use your own and you're not going out tonight either."

"What the fuck gives you that idea daddy?"

"I'm your step-father and while you live here you will live by my rules."

"Oh, that's rich," Melinda said laughing. "In case you forgot, daddy, you're the one that got a hard on while you spanked me and then you shot a load all over yourself. Mom will eat your balls for breakfast when I tell her that little story."

"You're not telling your mother any such thing. Plus, she won't believe you anyhow."

"Yeah, well we'll see about that." Melinda picked up her cell phone and started to scroll through her address book.

Larry grabbed her wrist and pried the cell phone out of her hand. He closed it and tossed it on the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Larry pulled Melinda tight against his body. She screamed and thrashed as he held her tight. Her short skirt rode up and her bare bottom rubbed against his crotch causing his cock to grow instantly and dig into her soft flesh.

"You fucking pervert let go of me," Melinda screamed.

"Here's why the cash machine dried up and why you're going to do what your daddy wants."

Larry cinched his arm in closer, restraining Melinda even more tightly. Her body felt just as exquisite as the other night, maybe even more so. Larry pulled her closer towards him. He loved the way her ass felt when it shifted his cock around in his pants from all her movements.

With his free hand Larry grabbed the waistband of Melinda's skirt and yanked on it. At first it barely moved down over her hips.

"Stop that, now."

Larry pushed on the waist again. This time it slipped over her hips, revealing her blue panties. Larry grabbed the waistband of her panties and yanked those down easily revealing one side of her hip.

"What's that Melinda?" Larry said. "How long did you think you could get away with that?"

Melinda stopped thrashing around and looked at her exposed tattoo in the mirror. "It's not what you think." Melinda broke away from Larry's grip and turned around and faced him.

"It's exactly what I think it is. You know what your mom thinks about those things."

Melinda burst into tears that streamed down her cheeks and towards her mouth and chin. "Please don't tell mom," she wailed.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell her? Especially after all the shit you've put me through this past week."

"If it's about the money I can pay you back. I swear I have enough for that and more," Melinda said through a hail of tears.

Larry didn't say a word. He just stood in front of the crying girl. She had pulled her panties and skirt up enough to cover the tattoo but they still sat very low on her hips. Her chest heaved with each burst of tears she let out. Larry thoughtfully rubbed his chin as he looked her over.

"Please, daddy say something," Melinda said after a few horribly silent moments.

Melinda started to cry again; she dropped to her knees and began to plead. "Please daddy," she cried. "I'm sorry about it all. I shouldn't have done any of it."

"Take off your blouse," Larry said. He reached down and rubbed his erection through his pants.

"Is this what this is all about? You want to fuck me, you pervert, don't you?"

Melinda unknotted the blouse and let it slide off her shoulders onto the floor behind her. Her face was a defiant sneer. She sat on the floor in front of him, her breasts barely contained in the skimpy bra she had on.

"Well I can play that game daddy. If you can keep a secret so can I."

Larry undid the button and zipper on his pants and pulled out his prick. Melinda made a disgusted looking face at the sight of his erection.

"I know you're going to like this," Larry said.

He wrapped his hand in Melinda's ponytail and pulled her face towards his throbbing hard on. She tried to pull her head away but as soon as the tip of his cock brushed her lips he thrust his hips forcing his cock into her mouth. Larry pushed her head down until her nose smashed into his pubic hair.

"Uhh," Larry groaned as his prick became enveloped in the warmth and wetness of his step-daughter's mouth.

Larry let Melinda's head go as she willingly pulled his cock into her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down both sides and along the underside several times until it glistened in the light of the end table lamp. Larry could feel his legs start to quiver a bit.

Melinda took his cock out of her mouth and started to jerk it off. Larry could feel it grow a little harder and more solid. He liked the wet squishy noise it made as she stroked it furiously.

"That's it daddy, keep your cock nice and hard for me." Larry could hear a subtle mocking tone in her voice but at that moment he didn't care.

She lapped at the mushroom-shaped head of his pecker, her tongue flicked along the underside sending shivers through his body. He felt light-headed, like he could pass out. He held onto her head not so much to guide her movements but to steady his.

"Suck my cock harder you little brat."

He pulled her further down on his cock catching her by surprise. He could hear a deep gagging sound coming from her throat. Larry could feel his dick head bounce off the back of her throat. Melinda struggled to pull back and when Larry finally let her, she spit a huge wad of saliva onto his cock.

"You nasty little slut," Larry said.

He pulled his spit-covered prick from her mouth and slapped her face with it. Melinda recoiled with a disgusted look on her face.

"That's disgusting," Melinda tried to wipe the spit off her face, but Larry just smacked her with his prick on the other side of her face.

Melinda's tears had finally dried on her cheeks, the smudged eyeliner the only evidence she had been sobbing at all. Though it was barely noticeable she was rubbing her thigh as she polished Larry's knob, her fingers flirting with the crotch of her panties. However, Larry noticed it.

"You like this don't you?" Larry said.

Melinda pulled away from his cock looking disgusted. "No, you're fucking crazy. I'm just doing this so you won't tell mom about my tattoo."

"Then I bet your cunt isn't wet, is it?" Larry kicked his pants off from around his feet and grabbed her arm.

She struggled against his tight grasp. "Please daddy wasn't that enough?"

Larry yanked her up off the floor as she stumbled and was led to the bed. He gave her a little extra push and she bounced onto the bed, her tits jiggling in their bra, her skirt a twisted and bunched up piece of fabric rather than a piece of clothing.

"Was that enough? Are you kidding?"

He was on top of her in a matter of seconds. Melinda struggled futilely to pull away as Larry kissed her neck. He sucked bits of her tender skin into his mouth, nibbling at her neck and earlobes. He moved his attention down from her neck and started to kiss the upper slopes of her tits.

A slight moan escaped from Melinda's lips. Larry heard that and stopped. He looked her in the eyes.

"No more daddy, no more," she pleaded.

"Then why are you so flushed?"

Larry grabbed the cups of her bra and pushed them over her breasts. Melinda emitted another little moan. Her tits burst free of their confines as he looked at them practically salivating. Larry leaned his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He slurped on it noisily as he worked the tender nipple between his lips as he felt it grow stiffer. His tongue circled her pink areola and lapped at her stiff nipples. Melinda could no longer protest her excitement.

She lifted her hips and pressed them suggestively into Larry. Melinda knew she should feel disgusted, after all everything about this man disgusted her. Being so exposed and vulnerable to him made it all the more exciting. She could feel her pussy gushing with excitement.

Larry buried his face into the deep cleavage of his step-daughter's tits. His tongue and mouth groped for all the sweet young flesh it could possibly take in. Melinda no longer struggled; she was a passive if not excited participant.

"Fuck," Melinda whimpered as Larry ravaged her tits with his tongue.

Larry continued unabated. His hands roamed all over Melinda's lower body, squeezing and groping at her hips and ass. He ran his hands over her thighs and would flirt with the fabric of her dampening panties. Although he had not touched her pussy yet he could feel the heat pouring off of it.

He moved past her tits and down her stomach. He spent as much time on her smooth flat stomach as he did on her breasts. He kissed and caressed his way over her stomach; he playfully bit at her hips. Melinda could feel an odd sense of anticipation building within her as her step-father moved closer and closer to her sex.

Melinda could feel Larry's hot breath along the waist band of her panties. His tongue slid over her soft skin. She let out little moans and sighs and it was all she could do to restrain herself. She caressed his bald head with her hand as he teased her.

"Please daddy," she moaned.

"Please what?"

"Don't stop," she moaned.

"So much for the queen brat."

Melinda didn't say a word. She didn't need to all she did was raise her hips slightly for Larry. He grabbed her panties and yanked them aside. Melinda felt the cool air of the room against her wet pussy. Larry licked his lips in anticipation.

"Such a pretty pussy." He lightly touched her rose petal lips, his fingers grew slick from her juices.

Larry buried his head into Melinda's crotch. She gasped and sucked in her breath as his tongue darted into her sopping hole. She felt it part her lips and wiggle its way up over her clit where he tapped it on her swollen nub. She threw her head back into the pillow and let out a loud moan.

Melinda couldn't believe how good his tongue felt on her clit. Larry circled his tongue quickly around her clit again before dipping into her honey pot again. She could feel her juices completely coating her pussy and dripping over her thighs towards her asshole. She hadn't been that wet in a long time and nobody had ever eaten her pussy with such skill.

"You're such a little whore. Aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy, I'm a little whore."

"Whose whore are you?"

"I'm your whore, daddy. Are you going to fuck me now, daddy?"

"Not yet, you little brat."

Larry motioned for Melinda to roll over. She rolled over onto her stomach and raised her ass into the air. He moved behind her and looked over her round bottom, fully exposed to him.

"I've been a real bitch lately, haven't I?"

"Yes you have."

Larry lightly smacked her one ass cheek. She slowly wiggled her bottom for Larry. He smacked the other.

"This is for the slutty things you wear every where you go."

He slapped her ass. This time Melinda winced as his palm stung her behind.

"This is for the bitchy attitude you've had while your mother is gone."

He slapped her other ass cheek. A red handprint was immediately visible on her bare skin.

"I have been such a bitch, daddy," Melinda said. Larry could see a tear in the corner of her eye.

"You're right you have been," he said. "Here's for all the money you've extorted from me."

Larry slapped her ass several more times in quick succession. Both of her ass cheeks glowed with a cherry red color from his spankings.

"Are you still my little whore?"

"Yes, daddy, I'm your little whore."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Please daddy, fuck me."

Larry grabbed her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed. He positioned himself behind her and with one quick thrust impaled her on his hard cock.

"Uhhh," Melinda yelped as her step-father's cock sank into her up to the hilt.

He squeezed her hips as he thrust wildly into her wet pussy. He would pull out almost completely before slamming back into her. Her pussy did not feel like it wanted to let go of his shaft. He loved the feeling as her pussy seemed to mold to every stroke of his hard cock.

Larry was relentless as he slammed his cock into his step-daughter. With every thrust her moans grew louder. Melinda reached between her legs and began to strum her clit. She was as anxious to come as Larry was.

"Oh, daddy, that feels so good," Melinda said. She buried her head in her pillow to stifle the loudest moans.

"I knew my little whore would like that," Larry said through gritted teeth.

Melinda could feel her orgasm mounting. The electric tingle that began in her clit had spread and now felt like a throbbing excitement in her loins. Larry continued to fuck his little whore as she rubbed her clit with abandon.