Brat Discipline

"Oh shit," Melinda cried.

Larry felt her pussy walls contract and then a wave of warmth flooded over his prick. She shuddered and whimpered in pleasure as her orgasm wracked her body. She had never felt anything like that in her life.

"Open up and say ahh," Larry said.

He pulled his throbbing cock from Melinda's sopping hole and held it in front of her. She wanted to take it in her mouth so bad and taste her own juices coating his prick, but he held it a few inches from her mouth.

Larry jerked on his cock furiously, his hand practically a blur. With one final grunt his hips jerked forward as a hot stream of come shot from his cock and smeared Melinda's chin.

Melinda tried to recoil but Larry held her head still. Another blast landed on her throat and began to streak down the upper slopes of her breasts and still one more stream spurted from his cock to offer a meager coating on her tits.

"Ooh, that's gross," Melinda said. She wiped off her chin with her fingers and cleaned the remnants of her step-father's orgasm from her fingers.

"Go get cleaned up," Larry said after he recovered from the huffing and puffing of his exertions.

"Yes, daddy," Melinda said demurely.

"Before you get cleaned up though, there's one more thing."

"What's that, daddy?"

Larry couldn't help but smile as he looked over his humbled step-daughter. Her face and tits were still streaked with come; her hair was disheveled and hung in messy strands around her face. He definitely showed her who the boss was and from now on things were going to change.

"Tomorrow I want you to start looking for a job. I don't care where, but it's about time you start to earn your own money."

She looked downcast at hearing this.

"Don't give me that look."

"I'm sorry, daddy. I want to make you happy from now on," she said.

"You just do what you are told, everything you're told, and I'm sure we'll be just fine. I'd really hate to have to turn you over my knee again."

"No, I don't want that either," Melinda said.

"Good, now go get cleaned up."

Larry could hear the shower running as he pulled his clothes on. He laid out an outfit for Melinda to put on.

A few minutes later Melinda came down the steps to find Larry in his recliner. He looked up expecting to see Melinda in a short, but conservative skirt with a nice matching blouse. He was shocked to see what she'd decided to wear.

"Those aren't the clothes I laid out for you. Why aren't you wearing those?"

"I didn't like them," Melinda said shaking her head. She had on a tiny pair of pink shorts that barely covered her behind and a pink tank top that accentuated her tits. "Those clothes seemed too conservative for me. These are more my style. Oh, by the way I'm going out for a bit and I took some money off your dresser ... I think about sixty dollars worth."

"Did you forget all about our little conversation upstairs?"

"Oh no, I didn't forget anything. It just occurred to me that you don't have a leg to stand on in this relationship, especially after this latest stunt of yours."

"I'm not the one that just got a tattoo and if you think I won't tell your mother, just try me," Larry fumed. He could feel his face getting red.

"You know mom will yell a little about the tattoo and maybe she'll ground me for a day, but what will she do when I tell her all about you and your nasty little perversions? I'm sure she'd love to hear about her husband spanking her own daughter and how he fucked her and came all over her." Melinda's voice remained calm and composed as she talked to Larry.

"You wouldn't dare, and you know it," Larry said. He could feel the blood drain from his face even as he said this. He turned walked back to his chair, feeling his legs almost want to give out.

"Don't tell me you actually thought you were in control now?" Melinda said with a laugh. "I'm the one in control here."

Larry waved her off with his hand and put his head in the palm of his hand. Things were not going the way he'd imagined they would; in fact it was so bad he didn't even have a back up plan for any of this. He thought he would be sick as he heard Melinda's laughter.

"You know daddy, you should really stop reading those Jack Reynolds novels with all those compliant and dimwitted women. They're really giving you some bad ideas."

"Would you just shut up, Melinda." Larry couldn't bear to look at her.

Melinda walked over to where Larry sat in his recliner and leaned over in front of him. Her breasts, cradled in their bra cups, were on display for Larry. She looked down at her tits and smiled. "Just so you know; there are no hard feelings." Melinda leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Melinda walked over and opened the front door. "Don't wait up."