Stepfather's decent
By rosy
Middle-aged man loses control to his pre-teen stepdaughter


She started working on me immediately after I inherited my father's company.
It was glaringly obvious to anyone, especially Roxanne, that I knew absolutely
nothing about the day-to-day running of a large and successful gym. I was no
match for her physically, or psychologically. Roxanne stands a huge six foot
eight inches and weighs two hundred and forty pounds of solid muscle. I'm only
five foot five and one hundred and twenty pounds of solid wimp. I have a total
lack of self-confidence. In comparison, Roxanne acts as though she owns the
world.

Each time I made a mistake Roxanne would totally humiliated me. Obviously she
had no respect for weak males. I felt like I was always in her way. In fact
she kept telling me that I was just a thorn in her side. Whenever I tried to
make a decision, she would either completely ignore me or tell me not to be so
stupid. I guess I could have tried to do something to change the way things
were heading, that is if I didn't secretly enjoy being dominated by strong
women.

Roxanne's bullying became routine, but I began to find her domination
exciting, but only when it was between the two of us. When she would reprimand
me in front of her nine-year old daughter Sandra, it was different. I would
get really embarrassed. Sandra was every bit as beautiful as her mother, and
even though she was very young, she was just as sexy. Every time Roxanne
yelled at me for something I'd done wrong, Sandra would look at me with a sly,
just you wait smile.

Sandra hung out at the gym when she wasn't at school. She worked out with
weights all day. At just nine years old, she had already developed an
impressive muscular physique. She was at least an inch taller than me, and
growing rapidly. As well as her mother's beauty she also had her temperament.
In fact she had a wicked temper. The staff at the gym would do their best to
avoid her because butting heads with Sandra was a mistake. She would always
come out on top, and besides Roxanne ruled the gym with an iron fist, nobody
dared crossing her or Sandra.

I caught on pretty fast that Roxanne would take the company away from me and I
was now too afraid to get in her way. I was no match for her superiority. She
arranged our marriage and then had me sign the company over to her, promising
that she'd take care of me. She gave up her apartment and moved into my dead
father's suburban mansion where I was now living. She soon took control of
every aspect of my life. I no longer had free will. Before I knew it, I was
her property.

I tried really hard to appear confident and in control of myself around
nine-year old Sandra, but my new stepdaughter could read me like a book. Her
instincts told her that I was weak and inferior to her. She slowly but surely
gained control over me. At first her tactics were innocent enough. She loved
arm-wrestling me in front of everyone and anyone, especially since I didn't
have a chance against her superior size and strength. She would challenge me
to wrestling matches. I never did have a choice in the matter, and I never had
a chance against her. She was extremely strong, tough and fiercely
competitive. I learned not to put up too much of a fight because when I would
defend myself, it would just make her angry. She would fly into a rage and I
would always get hurt.

Around the house she mimicked her mother by demeaning me at every opportunity.
She loved intimidating me. One time I was on the phone being sucked in by a
telemarketer. Sandra grabbed the phone from me and put it back on the
receiver. "Bad little girl", she said. I don't want you answering the phone
from now on. I don't want anybody taking advantage of my weak sissy
step-daddy. "Don't you ever answer the phone again without my permission, do
you understand"? I felt so silly and didn't quite know how to respond. I just
said, in my new submissive tone, "Yes Sandra, I'm sorry".

On another occasion, when Roxanne and Sandra returned home from a shopping
trip, Sandra decided that she didn't like the style of panties she'd just
bought. "I want him to return them", she said to her mother. "Where is the
little shit. Where are you weasel" Sandra yelled loudly through the house. I
was in the basement and sensing danger, rushed upstairs as fast as I could.
"Take these bikini-panties back to the department store and change them for
thongs, the same color. I didn't have any say in the matter, so off I went to
the store to exchange the panties. It was just another excuse for Sandra to
humiliate me.

Roxanne took to giving me spankings when I screwed up. At first she'd do it in
the privacy of her bedroom, away from Sandra's scrutiny. Inevitably though,
Sandra insisted on witnessing my humiliation. Once when Roxanne was dragging
me by the ear to her bedroom for a spanking. Nine-year old Sandra said, "I
want to watch". "OK honey" her mother said. "You can come this time". When I
made an attempt to persuade Roxanne not to let my stepdaughter witness my
humiliation. All I got for my effort was a hard slap on the face.

I was positioned over my wife's lap with my pants and underpants down around
my ankles with nine-year old Sandra sitting on the floor watching in delight
as I was being spanked. I tried extra hard this time not to cry in front of
her, but I didn't have the strength. I starting sobbing and then howling like
a baby. Sandra was fascinated by the spectacle of a grown man being spanked
and reduced to tears by a younger woman. "Can I spank him now mommy?" "No, not
yet honey". "Ah mom, it seems like so much fun". "You'll get your chance
honey, soon enough. Just remember that men are weak and they need women to
take care of them", Roxanne said.

When I thought my ordeal was over, Roxanne threw me onto the floor where I
then lay sobbing. "Can I take him to my room and spank him more", Sandra said.
"No honey he's had enough for now. You'll get your chance soon enough". "When
mom?" Sandra said. "We'll see, we'll see". Sandra moved over to stand above
me, one foot on either side of my face with her hands on her hips. She was a
vision of pre-teen Amazon beauty. Her smooth muscular legs towered above me,
and continued up into her short pleated skirt, and to her crotch, which was
being caressed by pink silk panties, and I could see that the panties were wet
from the excitement of my humiliation. She stared down at me quivering and
sobbing at her feet and said, "Just you wait until it's my turn to punish you,
you little weasel". She spat on my face and then walked away. I had never felt
so vulnerable in all my life.

Roxanne never once allowed me to sleep with her. There was no sex. She had an
appetite for young muscular guys, sometimes as young as thirteen-years old.
Often she would leave town with one of her boys, for up to a week at a time
and I'd be left with Sandra. My life was hell during those times. No rules
were ever laid down before Roxanne left. I guess she believed in natural
selection, or the laws of the jungle, or maybe it was just obvious to her that
nine-year old Sandra would be the dominant force in the household in her
absence.

During one of Roxanne's week long trips Sandra started to establish her
domination over me. Early the first morning she came into my bedroom, (my
bedroom is a curtained off corner in Roxanne and Sandra's basement gym). She
woke me up by sitting on my chest, and pressing her muscular thighs against my
cheeks. I let out a little yelp when I woke up. She started to giggle. I tried
to push her off, but she had no problem restraining me. I couldn't believe how
strong she was for a nine-year old girl and how helpless I was for a
forty-nine year old man.

She had the sheets pulled back exposing my naked body. As she was sitting on
my face she would turn around occasionally to see what affect her domination
was having on me. My rock hard erection left her little doubt about our
relationship. It had to be obvious that I worshipped her beautiful and
powerful pubescent body.

She was wearing a short green slip and no panties. She positioned her vagina
right above my mouth. Her slip was covering my head but I could see her
looking down at me through the thin silky material. I said, "Please Sandra
what are you going to do, you're really scaring me"? She had an evil look on
her face. "I'm the boss now that mom's gone. You'll do whatever I tell you
from now on". "But you're only nine-years old and I'm almost fifty", I said.
"I don't care how old you are, to me you're just a little sissy boy, and sissy
boys are inferior to girls. Open your mouth". "No Sandra, please don't, I
pleaded". "Open your mouth now or I'll hurt you". "No Sandra, I said. No I
won't, please don't do this to me, why are you trying to scare me".

With that she punched me so hard on the side of the head that I immediately
started to cry. I looked up and saw rage on her beautiful pre-teen face along
with a clenched fist, ready to deliver another blow. "Sandra please, don't
hurt me, I pleaded". "Open your mouth now she yelled". "But why do I have to,
I sobbed". Pow, another punch landed on my head, and then another, and
another.

I was seeing stars. The pain was so incredible, I almost passed out. I was
balling my eyes out like a baby. "Please, stop Sandra, I'll do whatever you
tell me". "Open your mouth now, she snarled". I obediently opened my mouth and
she started peeing. I closed my eyes and started to swallow. She started
giggling and told me not to spill any or I'd have to wash my sheets again. I
felt absolutely humiliated and completely defeated lying beneath my cruel
nine-year old stepdaughter as she forced me to drink her pee.

I was late picking Sandra up from school one afternoon. I tried to explain
about the traffic accident that held me up, but I could tell she was
absolutely furious with me. "Please Sandra, oh please, don't be angry with me.
I'm so sorry I was late. It wasn't my fault, honest. I'm really, really sorry.
I promise it won't happen again. I'll do absolutely anything that you say,
anything. Please give me another chance".

I felt totally foolish begging a nine-year old girl for forgiveness,
especially since I was forty years older than her. God, I was old enough to be
her grandfather. But, age, aside, there was absolutely no question about her
superiority. She was the boss now and we both knew it. I was fast becoming her
little slave. Sandra sat in silence all the way home, just staring out the
window. I could see the anger on her strong beautiful face. I wanted to reach
out and stroke her gorgeous blonde hair, but there was danger in the air.
Today I had made a huge mistake. I had crossed a line, and we both knew who
would pay for it.

When we got into the house, Sandra threw her bag down. She was totally pissed
off. I rushed over to pick the bag up, hoping that would please her and maybe
persuade her go easy on me. "Leave it, she snapped". As I was kneeling at her
feet, she grabbed me roughly by the hair and dragged me over to the couch like
a little puppy. She sat down and positioned me kneeling at her feet and facing
her. I couldn't help staring at her long muscular legs, which were wide apart.
I had a beautiful view of her sexy black lace panties.

It thrilled me to knowi that she knew I worshipped her. I felt a sudden rush
of excitement being at her mercy. I couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful
and powerful my nine-year old stepdaughter was. Her superior strength turned
me on and terrified me at the same time. Complete submission to her will was
now my only option in life. I had a strange and exciting feeling that I was
born to be her slave.

"Stand up and drop your pants", she snapped. "But, but", I started to question
her. "Don't you dare", she cautioned. "Get them off, now". "Please Sandra, I
didn't do anything wrong, oh please don't hurt me". "Now, or else", she
shouted. I hesitatingly undid my belt and lowered my pants. I was standing
before her in just my underwear. Her authority over me had reached new
heights.

"Take that pathetic underwear off too", she said, holding back laughter. "When
was the last time anybody checked your wardrobe? Get those disgusting things
off and put them in the garbage". I returned from putting my briefs in the
garbage and stood before her trying to cover myself with my hands. "Get over
my knee" she snapped. I knew what was coming and I had to take my hands away
to balance myself over her lap. I decided it was best to obey her orders. If I
didn't, who knows what she might do. I believed that she was capable of
killing me, if she wanted to.

"You know why I'm doing this, you pathetic little sissy, don't you". "Yes
Sandra", I answered as politely as I could, hoping for a reprieve. "Don't call
me that anymore, from now on I'm your mistress". Yes mistress", I said humbly.
"You made me look foolish today by being late. All my friends were laughing at
me because of you". "Yes mistress, I said. I am so sorry, it'll never happen
again, I promise". "Yes I know it won't happen again, but just to make sure it
doesn't, I'm going to punish you".

Smack! She started spanking me with the sole of one of her sandals. Not too
hard at first, which fooled me into believing that I'd get through my ordeal
without completely falling apart. Then the spanks got harder. The pain
increased. I tried really hard not to cry again in front of my nine-year old
stepdaughter, but I couldn't hold back. I burst into tears. It was so
humiliating lying over her knee getting spanked and balling my eyes out. To
make it worse, Sandra was scolding me at the same time. "Take that, you little
sissy girl. This will teach you to never disobey my orders again". My
nine-year old stepdaughter spanked me relentlessly for a solid ten minutes. My
face was soaking wet from the tears. "Please stop mistress, I promise I've
learned my lesson", I started begging her. "Shut up and take your punishment",
she said.

When she was through, my backside was on fire. I was in so much pain, I wasn't
sure if I could move. Sandra pushed me off her lap and onto the floor. I let
out a yell as my blistered flesh hit the carpet. I started crying even louder.
"Get up", she snarled. I managed to struggle up. As I stood before her,
sobbing uncontrollably with my head bowed in shame. She said. "Now you little
sissy girl, tell me why mistress had to punish you?" I spurted out, almost
hysterically, chocking and crying at the same time, that I had made her look
foolish by being late and making her wait for a ride. "Yes, exactly", she
said. "Now go stand in the corner until I tell you to move. Go, now".

I scurried over to the corner like a naughty little child. I stood with my
back towards my tough, angry stepdaughter, completely naked. I couldn't stop
sobbing and sniffling. She had totally broken me. I was hers to do with as she
pleased and she knew it. My backside was burning from the severe spanking she
had just administered. I wanted to rub it but dared not disobey Sandra's
instructions. I decided to endure my punishment without further complaint
because I knew now that Sandra must be right, and I did deserve to be
punished. From that point on, my mantra was, 'Sandra is always right'.