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DISCIPLINED BY HER DADDY - BOOK TWO

by Louis Woodley


Opening Salvo of the Stepfather Wars

The war for household dominance between Mary Beth Davis and her future new stepfather, Mark Jenkins, is now officially underway. The wedding isn't for a couple of months yet, but tonight she has been introduced to her new world order. Her time as a spoiled, controlling brat has just come to an abrupt end, and she has a blistered rear end to prove it. She is currently lying on her bed, sobbing as the smoke rises from her battered butt, and contemplating how to keep her mother from marrying this bastard.

Mark had started dating Donna when Mary Beth was 14. It had just been the two women together for years and Mark's first impression of their relationship was hardly positive. Donna was frankly a wimp who let her headstrong daughter steamroll over her. Mary Beth was undisciplined and already running wild; Mark foresaw problems in her future if her mother didn't jerk a knot in her tail but Donna seemed incapable.

Donna would complain about her daughter's latest escapades; they were getting progressively worse because she never faced any consequences for them. He'd done his best to encourage Donna, for her daughter's sake, to become a disciplinarian but it was a lost cause. He would also encourage Mary Beth to behave on Donna's behalf; but, to her, he had no standing to tell her what she should and shouldn't do. So she ignored him, failing to realize that he had a long memory and one day would have standing to 'discuss' her behavior.

As Mark and Donna's relationship evolved, Mary Beth's behavior devolved. She tried obvious methods like mouthing her open opposition to her mother staying involved with 'that guy'. She also made subtle attempts to sabotage their relationship, using The Parent Trap (both versions) as guides. She was doing her best to make it clear that Mark was unwelcome, but her mother didn't want to lose him.

However, the constant drama and lack of assertiveness on Donna's part was wearing on Mark. He was livid with both mother and daughter. Donna's continued avoidance of responsibility had enabled her daughter's behavior and allowed her to think she ruled the roost.

He finally sat down for a word of prayer with Donna. Their relationship had progressed to the point of discussing marriage, but the bratty teenage daughter was the 600 pound gorilla in the room. He'd made it clear that, if it were up to him, Mary Beth would have long ago started regularly crawling into bed with a scorched rear end. Donna had coddled her and now the results were apparent. A teenager had no business controlling her mother's life, and that message needed to be conveyed as soon as possible. So it came down to an ultimatum: either Mary Beth was going to be immediately brought into line and become a better behaved daughter, or their relationship was over. He refused to invest any more time in a relationship that had no future if she continued to turn a blind eye to her daughter's behavior.

Donna was tired of Mary Beth's antics, and realized that she would lose Mark if she didn't bring her under control. So she agreed to turn over Mary Beth's rehabilitation project to his control and asked what his plan was. Mark was a major proponent of 'shock and awe', the military concept of reducing resistance through an initial overwhelming show of force. Mary Beth was no longer going to be a prima donna getting her way; she'd be a girl receiving frequent and intense spankings that would be repeated until the message was received.

And there was no time like the present to start the education process...


First, Mark demanded that Donna had to support him wholeheartedly because a united front was required in order to assault Mary Beth's rear. Yes, it would be emotionally painful to hear her daughter cry and beg, but that would be part of her penance for letting her get so out of control in the first place. He knew that the moment he announced his intentions, Mary Beth would count on her mother allowing her to get away with murder like she always did. So Donna needed to be emphatic that what was about to happen had her complete blessing.

Mark had to contemplate the right equipment for the job. His initial inclination was to bring over his family paddle and use it to raise welts on the little ingrate's hiney. But since this needed to be a joint assault, perhaps Donna had something of hers that would make a similar impression on her daughter's behind. After some discussion of possibilities, the bath brush from Donna's tub came to mind. It was short, but swung properly it would quickly get her attention. But she'd also learn what it felt like to be draped across her future stepfather's lap and have her tail pre-heated from stem to stern. He knew she'd kick and fight, so demonstrating that throwing a hissy fit will only get your thighs and butt reddened would sap her will to fight.

They entered Mary Beth's room together. She was flopped on her bed and not expecting company. Wait a minute; this was her inner sanctum, and she'd made it clear to her mother on numerous occasions that she was to stay out. Now, not only was her privacy being violated but Mom had dared to bring 'that guy' with her. He must be for moral support because Mom was too much of a wimp to ever do something by herself. Well, it was time to let them know that they'd overstayed their welcome and could close the door behind them on their way out. She'd tell Mom later what she thought about her daring to barge in on her like that. Mary Beth might not have acted so sanctimonious if she'd noticed that her mother's hand wasn't empty. A normal teen might be wondering why their mother was walking around with a bath brush in her possession. Either way, she was about to get enlightened, in that Mark was about to light her butt on fire!

Mary Beth flew off the bed, already raising her hand so she could point the way to the door for them. "Mom, what are you doing in my room? I told you..." But her tirade got cut short when Mark grabbed her wrist.

"Thank you for giving me your hand; it will make this so much easier."

Now Mary Beth was pissed; how dare this jerkwad grab her like that! "Let go of me, asshole. You're not my father. Mom, tell dickhead here to let go of my arm."

But Mark had a vise grip on her arm and all her thrashing around did nothing to loosen his hold. He looked pointedly at Donna.

"Well now, aren't you just so proud of your daughter? All those years of doing nothing are really paying off aren't they?"

Donna had no response, humiliated by the result of years of benign neglect. Mark was right; Mary Beth needed an immediate attitude adjustment. She surmised that the little brat was about to learn a lesson in manners.

And that lesson started with a stinging swat to the seat of her jeans while she still stood there. WTF? Had that prick just hit her? Oh hell no! She redoubled her efforts to escape, which he rewarded with a second whack to the same location. Realizing she was unable to get away, she turned to her mother and demanded to know why she was doing nothing to stop this guy. It had to be child abuse hadn't it?

"Mom, make him stop."

But when she glared at her mother, she didn't see the kowtowing she expected. Mom crossed her arms and glared right back at her. That's when Mary Beth noticed the bath brush, although the significance didn't immediately register. She got distracted by a third swat to the tail that took her attention away from her attempted maternal browbeating. And then she was being pulled towards the bed. All the momentum she'd built up was blown away by this string of unexpected events; and things were about to get a lot worse.

Mark turned her so that they were nose-to-nose. Mary Beth was about to let him know what she thought about being manhandled by him, but he beat her to the punch.

"Mary Beth, just shut up because I'm the one doing the talking now. You've been allowed to think that you're somehow special and entitled to be an obnoxious brat. That's your mother's fault, and she's been living with the consequences for years. But now we're getting married, whether you like it or not, and I will not tolerate a petulant child with an inflated sense of self-worth. You've been lead to believe that what you've been doing is acceptable behavior. Well your first lesson is about to start; the number of times we have to repeat all this is strictly up to you. But, sooner or later, you're going to learn to be respectful to your mother, even though she bears a lot of responsibility for the way you've turned out. I'm sure there's a wonderful girl inside you, but we may have to take off several layers of skin in order to find her."

Mary Beth had no interest in changing the status quo, but that last statement had her a bit confused. What did he mean about taking off layers of skin? Then she finally connected the brush in her mother's hand with the butt swats from her future stepfather, and she didn't like the answer she came up with. Were they serious? Did they think she was just going to let them spank her like she was a little girl?

Well, judging by the look on her mother's face, that was exactly what they had in mind. Oh hell-to-the-no; she wasn't sticking around long enough for either of them to get a chance to smack her. Sadly, she'd forgotten that Mark still had her by the arm, and the failed escape attempt only provided further proof that she was in need of a good ass whooping. And it was a whooping that Mark would gladly provide.

Against her will, Mary Beth was duck-walked to the side of her bed. When she tried to plant her feet and refuse to move, he just re-tightened his grip on her arm and kept on going; the rest of her was forced to follow him. Her failed resistance was only going to add to her eventual tail fire but she had no concept of just how bad it was going to get. He sat on the bed, being careful to never let go of the girl that was continuing to strain for escape and loudly letting her mother know exactly what she thought about letting Mark (aka 'this bastard') do this to her. Unfortunately, this latest example of 'potty mouth' was just another nail in her butt's coffin.

"That is enough out of you, Mary Beth. It's obvious we've got a lot of work ahead of us and you only have two options. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but either way your butt's getting roasted and you're going to be sleeping on your stomach tonight. Now the easy way is for you to take off those jeans and your underwear yourself and hand them to your mother. The hard way is if I have to do it for you, because you're not going to enjoy what your lack of cooperation costs you. Either way, your butt is going to be as naked as a jaybird when you're across my lap. I'd recommend the easy way, but it's your decision and you get to live with the consequences.



© Louis Woodley
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