by Louis Woodley
Until a few weeks ago I was a typical junior in high school living with my divorced workaholic dad. But that suddenly changed. A new stepmother suddenly appeared and we didn't immediately become best female friends. There was screaming and yelling involved, some underhanded maneuvers, and suffering on the part of my butt before we reached a truce.
Dad's a business executive dealing with mergers and acquisitions. It's a cut-throat business with no room for fear or mercy. Mom got tired of him never being home and found someone else to be with. The divorce was brutal, and I think Dad saw me as an asset to win in court. I don't know if he really wanted custody of me or just kept me from Mom out of spite. He convinced the judge that the adulteress couldn't provide for me the way he could.
He failed to mention the long hours that he worked, leaving me with our housekeeper until he eventually got home. And he had stringent expectations for me, so he'd get the nightly report of both my behavior and accomplishments from her. If the report was good I earned muted praise; if the news was bad I earned a bedtime visit from him.
We would discuss how I had fallen short and how I would avoid repeating that mistake. Then he would lift my nightgown, pull down my undies, lift me onto his lap, and then pepper my hiney with stinging smacks. I'd kick my legs and promise to never do it again. No matter how little I saw of him otherwise, he always took the time to fully roast my rear before tucking me into bed with a warning not to do that again.
I was mostly a good kid; usually Miss Rosie threatening to tell my dad was enough to straighten me up. However, I was always nervous until she gave Dad her report. As he put it, I'd have either a glowing report or a glowing butt. It was all up to me.
He backed down after a couple of years. Unless he received a report otherwise he assumed I'd been a saint that day. So around 10-11 the frequency of nightly spankings dropped substantially. Once I became a teenager they stopped altogether; he figured out that losing phone and/or computer privileges and being grounded were more painful to me.
Dad was working later and later; there were days when I didn't see him at all. He was traveling more, leaving me at home, knowing I wouldn't be dumb enough to throw a party. But I finally discovered that there was a lot more that he hadn't been telling me, and I learned in the most awkward way possible.
I had a school permission slip I'd been trying to get him to sign, but he kept forgetting. I'd fallen asleep waiting up for him the night before. But I'd set my alarm extra early for the next morning so that I could catch him while he was still in his bedroom.
So I knocked on the door and then walked in... and got quite a shock. Because Dad wasn't in his bed, but someone else was! She was blonde, probably late 20's, naked and smiling at me.
"Hi, you must be Alexis!"
And that was how I got introduced to my future stepmother, someone Dad had never even mentioned that he was dating. Naturally, at that moment Daddy Dearest comes out of his bathroom, sees me standing there with my jaw dropped, and casually asks if I'd met Kelly White.
Of course I hadn't! Until 10 seconds ago I didn't even know she existed and now I knew her well enough to know that she had a landing strip on her vaj. There are some images you'd love to bleach out of your brain and this was one of them. I'm standing there with the forgotten permission slip in my hand, trying to process the fact that my Dad has a fiancée practically half his age. But it gets even better...
She was gorgeous, so I assumed she'd fallen off her stripper pole into his lap. Wrong! She wasn't a brainless bimbo, she was a high flying younger account executive at Dad's company. He'd been her mentor early on, but the relationship had since changed, and, as of last night, she was his fiancée! He'd planned to break the news to me today, although he didn't anticipate me barging in on my bare-assed future stepmother.
When I noticed the rock on her finger I realized this wasn't a joke. My workaholic dad who never had time for me had been secretly humping his coworker all those nights? And suddenly I find out she's gonna be my stepmother after I find out how she shaves her pubes?
I was hurt, and I didn't handle it very well. Actually, I went off like a firecracker. He'd told the judge that I was the most important thing in his life; apparently it was his dick instead, because taking care of it with Miss Naked Ass was more important to him than acting like a parent and signing this permission slip like I'd been trying to get him to do!
Thanks; nice to know how important I really am to my dad. He claimed truth and honesty were so important but that was obviously what he expected from other people but not himself. From there it went to threats to track down my mother and live with someone that gives a shit about me, and culminated with an "I HATE YOU" and slammed door. So, no, we didn't exactly get off on the right foot...
I knew he'd want to discuss the situation rationally (i.e. he'd tell me exactly how things were going to be and I would have to live with it). So I bolted out the door (with the permission slip still unsigned), ignoring his calls for me to wait. I also turned off my phone so I could ignore whatever phone calls or texts he might send.
I had a totally disorganized day at school; luckily I didn't have anything major that day because I just couldn't function. I didn't know what to do after school; I just knew I didn't want to go home in case they were still there. Thankfully my friend Angie (who'd listened to my bitching all day) invited me to stay with her that night. I still didn't want to turn on my phone, so I borrowed hers and sent him a message that said "Alive not that you give a shit but not coming home tonight maybe never." Then she turned the ringer off so we could ignore Dad's response.
This went on for three days. I knew that eventually I would have to deal with them. Mom had remarried so I'm not sure she would have welcomed me with open arms anyway and I would have had to change schools.
But it was enjoyable knowing that for at least a few days Dad didn't have total control over my life. Of course, there would be consequences; Dad would never let me get away with defying him like this. I was a little surprised he hadn't shown up at school or Angie's house, but I guess he figured he could just wait me out.
I hadn't been spanked in years but on my way home I knew there was a chance I might wind up with a blistered butt. But maybe he wouldn't do it because Kelly was there and we were supposed to be making nicey-nicey.
Things weren't all warm and fuzzy when Dad made us go sit in the den. Her Highness immediately took over and started lecturing me on how I'd disrespected them. I told her I'd have to have respect for her before I could disrespect her; being bare-assed and not even covering her cootch didn't exactly impress me. She wasn't my mother and never would be, so she could go fuck herself for all I cared. She could be Dad's new trophy wife but she was nobody to me.
I let Dad have it too. He's always harping on me about how important honesty and integrity are, but apparently it's perfectly okay for him to lie to his daughter and fuck his employee (that got a real rise out of her!). I didn't want to hear whatever bullshit platitudes he would use to rationalize the way I'd found out about her.
Then I folded my arms and said I was ready to hear his horseshit explanation. I don't normally cuss like that and I knew my dad didn't like being called out. He acts like I've got no right to question his grand design. So it was like poking a Grizzly bear, but if I was going down in flames then I was gonna cause as much collateral damage as possible along the way.
Dad agreed that the way I'd found out about their relationship hadn't been optimal. However, he'd been trying to apologize and was disappointed in the way I'd refused to respond to him or come home. While I had a right to be pissed off, going off the grid for three days wasn't the most sensible response. In fact, I had Kelly to thank for him not showing up and dragging my ass back home; she'd convinced him that I just needed to process what was obviously a monumental life change. Damn, I hated to hear that because it made me despise her less.
They hadn't intended for this relationship to happen and it was going to require some adjustments in their professional lives. He couldn't be her supervisor anymore, so she was transitioning to another division. But she would be moving in shortly, even before they got married. I started to make a sarcastic comment about knowing the bride wasn't a virgin but my heart wasn't in it.
Then he told me that he knew I hadn't had a real mother figure around while I was growing up, and I'd probably be resistant to Kelly trying to be one for me (no shit!). So instead, maybe I could think of her more like an older sister who could help smooth out my rough edges.
Well that set me off again. I hadn't had a mom around because Daddy Dearest was so busy with work that she left. And I liked my "rough edges" if you can call playing soccer and wearing jeans and t-shirts rough. I didn't blow a bunch of money on overpriced clothes or dress like Little Miss Executive; I'd rather shop at thrift stores. I wasn't a cheerleader or student government geek but I didn't have any tattoos or piercings either (and had only made a single disastrous attempt to color my hair).
I think I'm a pretty damn good kid but he made it sound like I was a step away from Juvenile Justice. If he wanted "rough edges" I could have given him a list of people from school better qualified. If I wasn't already so dialed up I might have kept my mouth shut.
Instead, what I blurted out was, "So what is she supposed to teach me; how to shave your crotch and fuck your boss?"
Yeah, that was a really brilliant choice. He gave me his mad face that said I was in trouble. Then he looked over at Kelly who just gave him an 'I told you so' look.
Before I could apologize or flee, he'd sprung up from the couch. He pulled me out of my chair and clamped his left hand on my shoulder; it was his old 'don't move unless you want to make this worse' maneuver. Part of me wanted to fight him but I was too shocked at what I'd blurted to mount a defense.
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