by Frank Martinet
Cynthia had several things going for her: she was a pretty blond with a slender curvy body, still relatively young at 35, and she could relate to young girls as she'd been one not too long before. Most importantly, however, she possessed a mind that foresaw problems and headed them off before they became an issue.
Whereas most women would seduce a man first, and then try and befriend his children, she saw the dangers in that and did the opposite: she seduced his daughters and used her hold over Lily and Grace to win Jacob's heart.
She had a plan, of course. After losing her own family to tragedy, she was desperate for daughters of her own. She wanted girls she could love and discipline, for there was nothing closer than a mother spanking a daughter.
She also wanted a wealthy man so she could be comfortable and secure, and she knew that not only were rich widowers in high demand, but they were extra-selective and cautious because of their family.
Jacob West fit the bill. He was 46, still healthy and fit, but old enough to be feeling his age and not quite so secure in himself. He had his own business which kept him occupied, so he wouldn't be in her hair too much, but he'd saved a great deal and had plenty of equity in the construction company he'd built.
He was also a strict man with old-fashioned values. It had taken some real digging and spying, but Cynthia had confirmed that he still spanked his girls. Not often, but certainly whenever needed. He wasn't afraid to do his duty, which was exactly the kind of man Cynthia wanted.
His two daughters were absolutely perfect. Grace was a blue-eyed innocent of 16 still too naive to realize how gorgeous she was becoming. Lily was older than her sister, also in high school and already had the body of a college girl. Both had been shattered by their mom's suicide five years earlier and were thus somewhat repressed, cautious and hesitant to trust, hardly daring to believe that anything good could happen to them.
Cynthia arranged to bump into Lily at the library. The books they were carrying fell to the floor in a confused heap - and gee, wasn't it amazing they both had items about the fashion industry? Lily shyly grabbed her How to Make It as a Fashion Designer while Cynthia picked up her copies of an Estée Lauder biography and a book of dress patterns.
The two began to chat and naturally hit it off, with Cynthia flattering the young girl. Lily, for her part, found the blond beauty engaging and interesting. She didn't seem at all like the stuffy adults she knew, and found Cynthia more like one of her peers
Phone numbers were exchanged and the two arranged other meetings, slowly becoming good friends. At first an interest in fashion was their main topic, but eventually they found they had more in common. When Cynthia reluctantly admitted that her mother had died when she was young, Lily spilled her guts about her own mother's death. Soon their bond was solid.
Even in those early days Cynthia made sure to plant seeds for the future. She would frequently tell unashamed fictions of her childhood spankings, or make comments such as "If my dad caught me in that outfit I wouldn't sit for a week!"
Sometimes she would even tease Lily with playful threats of spankings, such as "You're lucky your father is so permissive" or "I ought to put you over my knee myself, young lady!"
These comments were designed to help the girl relax and not be so bothered by the uncomfortable topic of punishment, as well as imply that Cynthia was a colleague, not a stepmother.
As Cynthia had planned, it was Lily who came up with the idea of Cynthia dating her father. She did it in a roundabout manner and Cynthia made sure to not sound very interested, so the matter was not actively pursued, but it wasn't completely eliminated either. Cynthia visited the West home and helped Lily set up a sewing room, which allowed her to meet Grace. The two got along well, but Cynthia made sure to avoid meeting their father until the time was just right.
On that day Cynthia just happened to be wearing a most attractive dress that flattered her figure and skin color. She supposedly wore it as an example of her fashion acumen, claiming she'd designed it, which impressed Lily to no end, but really she just wanted to begin her seduction of Jacob West.
Instead of leaving before five as she usually did, she failed to note the time and was still there when he arrived. Lily saw her father liked what he saw and insisted Cynthia stay for supper. That was the beginning of the blonde's inserting herself into the family.
Soon she began dating Jacob, while at the same time helping the girls with homework and social skills. The man was grateful to have a woman to guide his daughters, especially with female issues he wasn't sure how to navigate.
The next step in Cynthia's plan was to encounter a discipline situation. Unfortunately, that didn't happen on cue, so she had to escalate it. It was pretty simple to steal some cash from Jacob's wallet and plant it in Grace's bedroom. The man liked to fold his bills a certain way so when the hidden money was found in a search it was clear what had happened, despite Grace's vehement denials.
Cynthia played the peacemaker, gently reprimanding Grace for lying and encouraging her to just accept her punishment with dignity. "Would you like me to stay and hold you while your father spanks you?" she finally said and the girl tearfully agreed.
While a nervous Lily watched, Jacob took his youngest over his knee, bared her bottom, and spanked her firmly with his hand. Grace had a cute bottom, quite small, but with schoolgirl puppy fat that jiggled nicely to every slap. The spanking was quite vigorous, for her offense was serious and he was annoyed at her denials when the evidence was blatant. Cynthia held Grace's hands and feigned sympathy and even asked Jacob several times, "Has she had enough, dear?"
Grace fled to Cynthia's arms for comfort afterward, not realizing the irony. Lily, too, was there, weeping with her sister and hugging Cynthia. Both of the girls were falling hard for the woman, who, while different from their mother, seemed everything they could want in a replacement.
A few weeks later Cynthia made her move on Lily. She'd spent a great deal of time figuring out the best approach and her plan was, frankly, brilliant.
There was a boy Lily was interested in and Cynthia subtly encouraged the relationship, while also keeping it from going too far. Lily would confide in her mentor, telling Cynthia everything the boy said to her and she said to him. Cynthia would give her advice and suggestions.
In the past Lily had been so open with her father, but Cynthia had carefully shut that door, manipulating things so that it seemed like her father didn't trust Lily and she grew afraid to tell him about this boy. When she went out on a date with him, it was Cynthia who cautioned leaving Jacob out of it, so the girl sneaked out without her father's knowledge.
The result was predictable. Jacob found out - via Cynthia's subtle provocation - and was appropriately furious. When the girl returned, flushed with excitement at her first real date and eager to confide all with Cynthia, she discovered her angry father waiting with his thick leather belt already set out for use.
Lily was mortified, frightened of the whipping and ashamed to be punished in front of Cynthia. She wept as she took off her jeans and panties, preparing to go over the end of the sofa. Her pert bottom with its two distinct mounds curved upward vulnerably as she got into position and waited for the pain.
That's when the potential stepmother made her brilliant move. Instead of just enjoying the pretty girl's demise, Cynthia was contrite and offered herself up a sacrifice.
"Honey, this is my fault," she said. "I encouraged Lily and I left you out of it. I see that was wrong now. I'm terribly sorry. But if you're going to whip Lily, you have to whip me, too!"
Then, before any of them could stop her, Cynthia dropped her own jeans and panties and knelt on the sofa with her full bottom exposed for the belt.
"What are you doing?" gasped Lily, astonished and flattered and amazed.
"I can't whip you," said Jacob, his eyes drinking in the fair skin and smooth, shapely bottom of his girlfriend.
"Why not? I'm just as guilty as Lily."
"But you're an adult."
"A girl is never too old for discipline," Cynthia said. "My father used to tell me that. He whipped my butt when I was in college and old enough to vote and I deserved every lick."
"But--" Jacob hesitated. "Maybe I overreacted. Maybe whipping isn't the right punishment. I could ground you, Lily."
"No way!" shouted Cynthia. "You think we're made of paper? We're strong women and we'll take our lickings like big girls."
By saying this, she ensured that Lily couldn't take the grounding option or look like she was chicken. To her credit, Lily quickly agreed.
"No grounding, Daddy. I messed up and I'll take my spanking."
There was a bit more hesitation by the father, but eventually he had to do what the two females said. He went to his daughter and gave her pretty bottom a good hard lick with the belt. Two more followed, so that her pale cheeks had three horizontal pink bands across them, almost covering the entire butt.
Then Jacob went to Cynthia. Her larger rump was amazingly sexy with twin jutting rounds that swelled from sturdy thighs and didn't hide the pursed lips peeking from the depths.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, still hesitant. "I won't spare you. You're older, so to be fair you'll get double what I give Lily."
"Jacob, dear, if don't do you duty like a man, I'll walk out that door and never see you again!"
It was an empty threat, but he didn't know that, and the jab about his duty got to him. He raised the belt and began to lash Cynthia's bare ass. Quickly her skin reddened, the cheeks vibrating with each whip stroke. Cynthia took the beating bravely, even though she got six strokes to the daughter's three.
The belt is one of those implements that seems mild at first, stinging but not hurting. As the lashes accumulate, however, the pain buildup is intense and soon both women were yelping and writhing, their curvy bottoms dancing. Redness spread and went from scarlet to crimson, darkening as welts landed on welts.
It was good long healthy whipping for Lily, 30 strokes that left her teary-eyed and gasping. Cynthia, however, took double that, which was fair since she was twice Lily's age, and some of the strikes went across the backs of her tender thighs.
"You do not hide things from me in this house," he said sternly when he finished. "You know you're not allowed to date unless I give you permission."
"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry," sniffed Lily. Her reddened bottom wavered in the air in her sorrowful distress.
"And you, Cynthia. I admire what you did volunteering for a whipping just like Lily, but this had better not happen again. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir. It won't, sir," said Cynthia meekly. She was trying not to stare at Jacob's obvious erection, the lump in his pants making a tent it was so strong. She was aroused as well, the whipping making her horny. She already knew that the sex tonight was going to be fantastic.
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