Megan's a Bitch

I was shopping in John Lewis with my step daughter, and regretting bringing her along. Ever since her mother had passed away last year, she had been nothing but a pain in my arse. I'd put up with her bad moods, and worse behaviour having put this down to her grieving process, but this day I had finally had enough.

Megan stood there pouting at me, all 5ft 7inches of her. Fluttering her eyes, whilst twisting her long black hair around her finger.

"But I need these shoes," she whined.

"You don't seem to understand the difference between need and want young lady."

"I need them," accompanied by a foot stamp.

"If you want to behave like a young girl, instead of an 18 year old, then I can treat you like one!" I responded.

"You're just being mean, mum would have understood, I really need these shoes." She whined.

"what you need is some discipline young lady, and if you carry on like this, I'll spank your bum right here." I said, getting annoyed.

Megan gave me a look of pure hatred, "If that's how you want to be!" She hissed, before storming away.

Over the next few weeks Megan never seemed to be around. I wasn't sure if she was actually avoiding me, or, as she claimed, studying for an important A-level exam in Biology.

It was with some surprise that I came home from work on Friday evening to find Megan waiting for me. "I want to talk to you, sit on the couch." I was tired and didn't feel like having a fight, having had a bad week at work. My new boss was a real bastard and making life difficult for me. So rather than snap back a reply, I took a seat.

"You know I don't like you, you're not my father, and I was only ever nice to you because Mum asked me to be. Well, after you threatened me with a spanking, I've decided that my promise is finished, so no more being nice." Said with enough ice in the tone for frost to form!

Now that takes the biscuit I thought, the cheeky little bitch has been nothing but a pain. As I opened my mouth to put her in her place, she picked up a manila envelope and threw it at me.

"Before you say something you are going to regret, you'd better take a look in there," she said with a smug grin spread all across her face.

Opening the envelope I found expense reports from the office for my last three years. There were several line items which were highlighted in yellow marker pen.

"How did you get these?!" I demanded.

"That's not important. What is important, is that I can prove that you fiddled those expenses. You've claimed for plane tickets for trips you never actually made. Including the weekend you took me and Mum to Paris for her birthday."

"Its not true, I can......"

"Don't bother lying. My friends a bit of a computer geek, and he's cross referenced everything. Unlike your accounts department. I have copies of all this, plus the proof on disk. And to think, all it took to get this, was a couple of flashes of my tits. Oh yes, and a promise of blow job once I had you under my control. Now what have you got to say for yourself." Uttered with complete contempt.

"Megan, don't do anything stupid. I fiddled my expenses yes, but everyone does, and we needed the money for your braces. My boss was being a real bastard and fucked me out of my bonus, two years running. I was only getting back what I should have been paid in the first place." I pleaded.

"Don't try and blame me you pathetic fucker. If you were a real man you would have demanded a promotion years ago. You have two choices, and you'd better think very carefully, because whatever happens, your life will not be the same again.

1 -- I can mail these to your boss. You'll lose your job, and given your age, and a criminal record, you'll be lucky to get any job other than flipping burgers. You'll lose the house, your friends, everything. In short, you'll be ruined."

Megan waited a few seconds, an evil grin spreading across her face.

"Or, you can agree to do everything I tell you. You'll become my little slave, at my beck and call, and the first thing that will happen, is that I will spank your arse bright red.

You've got 5 minutes to decide. If you chose the second option, I want to find you naked and lying face down on your bed."

I sat stunned. How could Megan do this to me? Calculating quickly, I figured a sore arse wasn't such a bad option, and it would buy me the time to get my hands on the originals. I started planning on how I would wheedle my way out from this situation.

I was still thinking of different plans when I heard the bedroom door open behind me. "Keep your face in the pillow, you wanker," Megan hissed at me. I felt her moving alongside the bed, first on the right, then on the left. "Put your hands up and grip the top of the bed." I did as I was told, and then felt my cold metal on my wrist, quickly followed by the same on my left wrist. An experimental tug showed I wasn't going anywhere.

"Legs spread, get your feet to the corners of the bed." The tone commanded my attention and response. I didn't even think as I complied, again feeling my ankles locked in place.

I felt Megan climb on the bed behind me. Reaching over, she placed some sort of blindfold over my eyes. As I opened my mouth to protest, Megan crammed a ball gag in place.

I lay there wondering what the hell was going on, and waiting for the arse spanking I knew would come. I could hear Megan looking around the bedroom, opening drawers and cupboards.

"Did mum know what a pervert you are? Did she know you liked to look at magazines of women taking it in the arse? Was that what you wanted to do to my mother, your fucking pervert?" Thrown at me in a tone of pure venom.

Fuck! She'd found my porn stash. Whilst most of it was fairly tame stuff, I had bought some multi-packs on the cheap. I hadn't even read all of them.

Whack! I felt a burning slab of fire across my arse cheeks. Whack, whack, whack!

She was really laying into me, and it hurt. I never imagined how badly a spanking from a girl would hurt, but the next couple of minutes were pure misery. Whack! another one, my arse was on fire, and I was convinced she was going to be leaving me bruised.The pain just kept building, and Megan didn't slow up, raining blows down one after another. I started to cry from the pain.

"I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth, and I don't want to hear a word, unless I ask you a question. Nod your head if your understand." I nodded, and felt the gag being removed.

"So you wanted to fuck mum in the arse you pervert, I bet you fantasised about fucking me too, didn't you?"

"No Megan, I never...." Whack! Across the back of my thighs this time.

"Every time you lie to me, I am going to punish you. Now, did you want to fuck your wife and daughter in their arses?" Demanded Megan.

"No Megan, I swear, I never read that maga.....OwWWWEE". The last cut off by by scream of pain. This time she'd managed to catch my balls when she hit me. The ball gag was forced back in, and she really set to me. "When you're ready to confess, bang your head on the pillow."

This went on for another 10 minutes and then I started banging my head. It didn't do any good, either Megan was enjoying herself too much, or making a point about cooperating, she carried on for another 5 minutes, by which point my legs, arse, thighs and lower back were burning hell.

"Your arse and legs are a beautiful shade of crimson. I doubt you'll be able to sit down comfortably for a few days. Now, I'm bored with the paddle, so how about we use a crop? I hear that they leave spectacular welts, and whats more, I can aim a crop much more effectively between your legs." I was panting into the pillow, tears streaming down my face by this point, terrified at the tone in Megans voice. She really sounded like she was enjoying this!

It only took four hits from the crop, one on my balls, before I broke. I could see that Megan wasn't interested in the truth, she wanted revenge, and she was going to get it. I started banging my head frantically on the pillow, I wanted this over as quickly as possible.

"Yes Megan!" I screamed when the ball gag was removed, "I was planning on fucking you and your mother in the arse."

"Honesty at last. Do you think you deserve to be punished for being such a deviant bastard? Maybe you should learn what it feels like to be fucked in the arse? If you ask me nicely, then I'll be happy to help you out. However, if you think you should be spanked instead, then say, 100 with the crop? What do you think?" Said in such a sweet voice, one that I've come to dread because pain and humiliation always follow.

Now, the thought of being fucked in the arse is not one a man willingly opts for, but I just couldn't face another 100 lashes with the crop. Besides which, it wasn't as if Megan actually had a cock, right? I figured she'd use a finger or a candle or something, and I could handle that.

"Please Megan, fuck me in the arse." I could barely get the words out. Whack! Pain like I couldn't imagine, right down the crack of my arse and across my balls. "Fucker, I want you to tell me why you deserve to be fucked in the arse, and beg me to do it to you." Evil Megan was back. I wanted this over, and certainly didn't want to give her an excuse to beat me any more.

"Megan, I'm a pervert, a sad pathetic pervert who wanted to fuck you and your mother in your arses. I deserve to be punished, and I'm begging you to fuck me in my arse, ride me like your bitch, I'm begging you!" This heartfelt plea seemed to do the trick, as no riding crop.

"Well, as you asked so nicely......" I felt something pressing at my lips, and opened my mouth. I quickly realised that this wasn't the ball gag, it was too long, and had a latex taste. "Get my cock nice and wet, it will make life easier for you." I found myself with a dildo stretching my mouth wide, and the head was pushing at the back of my throat. Then Megan pushed my head forward "don't be a tease, take all of my cock!" She giggled. I found the dildo sliding down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, which only made Megan laugh harder.

She pulled the cock from my lips, replacing it with the ball gag. I felt her position the dildo in my arse cheeks, but no amount of mental preparation made me ready for what happened next. My step daughter simply thrust into my arse in one brutal movement, letting all of her weight drive the phallus now impaling me. I screamed into the ball gag, my head shooting up of the pillow. I felt Megan pulling the fake cock out, and suddenly it plopped out, as painfully as when it had gone in.

Megan laughed in my ear, "That was fun, lets try it again!"

She slammed back into my wrecked arsehole. This time she didn't pull out completely, instead, she started a slow in-out motion, gradually building up into a steady rhythm. I could hear her breath starting to catch, and she was starting to make little excited sounds. "I'm going to come fucking you in the arse, how do you like that, fucker?" Megan whispered hoarsely in my ear.

My arse felt like it was being ripped in two. I was convinced that she was doing me serious damage, that cock was huge!! And it just kept pistoning in and out. How had I gotten myself into this situation?

Her pace picked up, and she started to slam into my arse cheeks she was pounding into to me so hard. My arsehole was burning, there couldn't have been any lubrication left. I would have sworn that it would start smoking at any minute. Then I realised, she's probably torn my arsehole, and its being lubricated by blood!These thoughts occupied my mind over the next few minutes, although it seemed an eternity at the time.

I have heard stories that after the initial discomfort, that blokes start to enjoy being buggered. Well I didn't. It felt like I needed the worlds largest dump, and the pressure on my prostrate made me feel like I had to take a piss. All of this was background noise though, to the pain in my sphincter, and the fire from my earlier spanking.

Megan was audibly enjoying herself, making little yips and mewling sounds. I could feel her rock hard nipples pressing into my back at one point. "I hope that you find this humiliating fucker, we'll be doing it often. Fortunately I can keep buying bigger dildos, so you never get used to the size. Don't worry though, I'll find plenty of use for your mouth as well!" Then I heard Megan let out a wail of pleasure, before collapsing on my back. She lay there panting for a minute or two and started to get up.

I thought that would be the end of my torture, but I was wrong. Megan carefully got off my back, but left the dildo buried in my arse.

"I've videoed everything fuckwit, from your confession on the expenses, to your begging me to fuck you in the arse. I've got some great footage of your buggering. I'm going to upload this to a nice safe place, then we can have a chat, as I own your arse now!" Still slightly breathless, but I could hear a tone that left me chilled still. This wasn't over!

When Megan returned, she sat on my legs and started to pull and push the dildo in and out of my arse, occasionally slapping my arse to make a point.

"You will call me mistress whenever we are in private. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will do all of the household chores. From now on, I control the finances. Tomorrow, we will go to the bank, and you will sign over the accounts into my name. I will decide how much money you get to spend, and what you get to spend it on. Is that understood? Just nod your head if yes.

"Oh yes, and one final thing, I control when and where you get to cum. We'll be having plenty of sex, but like you just found out, it won't involve your cock, or your pleasure, just mine, and maybe my friends.

now get some sleep, tomorrow is going to be a long day." She gloated.

She left me there, strapped face down to the bed, a ball gag in my mouth, a dildo up my arse, and needing a piss. This promised to be a long night with my thoughts. But one thing I knew, my life wasn't my own any more.