"Geez! This is sooo sexy!" Ashley thought appreciatively, licking her lips, in delight, at thought of actually spanking her hated stepmother, Darlene. Ashley raised the brush high above her head and propelled it down, with all her considerable, wiry strength, to a smashing impact with Darlene's lush rump. The pain was frightful, a thousand times worse than anything remembered from her childhood; Darlene shrieked in anguish.

Once she started, Ashley could hardly control herself, but went on with cruel, brutal abandon, no matter how desperately her stepmother screamed, sobbed and begged.

Ashley continued the brutal abuse, until her hapless stepmother, completely broken by the unendurable pain, sobbingly agreed to let the evil girl have her way with her.

Having accomplished her evil purpose, Ashley, spent by the exertion, paused a moment, as Darlene slumped in despair. Grinning in delight, the malicious teen inspected her handiwork with proud satisfaction. Poor Darlene's magnificent derrière was beaten raw by the wire bristles.

"I gotta get a picture of this!" Ashley muttered gleefully. At thought of having her horrible disgrace recorded on camera, Darlene jumped to her feet in alarm. As was, no doubt, to be expected, her frantic pleas fell on deaf ears, as Ashley picked up her new, digital camera.

"Finally found something worth taking pictures of with this darn thing!"

Despite her horror of what Ashley was doing, Darlene dared not interfere. In fact, overcome by terror, and broken by pain, she submissively displayed her ravaged backside to the camera, from the various advantageous angles, her heartless stepdaughter directed.

Finally satisfied that she had fully recorded this momentous triumph over her hated stepmother, Ashley put down the camera.

"Time to get down to business, 'Cuddles'! Oh, my pussy's so wet I can hardly wait!" Ashley grinned wolfishly, as she approached her fearfully trembling stepmother. She boldly fondled Darlene's large, temptingly uptilted breast.

Outraged, but thoroughly cowed by her hateful, teenaged stepdaughter, Darlene, trembling in disgust, dared not resist.

Still fondling her stepmother's fulsome bosom. Ashley slid her arm around Darlene's neck, and pulled her head down, so she could reach the tall, full-bodied Darlene's mouth. She eagerly kissed Darlene's trembling lips, and slid her tongue into the cringing woman's mouth.

Darlene slumped in despair, as her tiny, teenaged stepdaughter masterfully french kissed her, as though she were a submissive whore.

The kiss didn't last very long, as Ashley was eager for stronger meat. The preliminaries over, she hopped up on her desk, and ordered her shuttering stepmother to get on with it.

"Come on, lets go, you fat whore! I'm waiting!"

Up until now, Darlene had been a passive victim, but now she must take on a more active, if equally submissive, role. How could she willingly bring herself to do such a vile perverted thing as sexually satisfy a teenager? It was contrary to all her beliefs and principles! She looked longingly toward the stairs, but the desk was in the direct path to the only rout to safety. She knew from bitter experience, the fleet footed teenager would catch her, before she got more than a few feet. Ashley would be furious and punish her, perhaps even more savagely than before. She just couldn't endure another spanking!  By now, the thought of fighting against Ashley to preserve her virtue, did not even enter Darlene's head. With a sob, the tall, mature attorney steeled herself to perform the loathsome task.

Her stomach churning in disgust, Darlene reluctantly knelt down between Ashley's eagerly outstretched legs. Unable to help herself, her eyes were drawn, as though hypnotized, to the girl's immature pussy, and downy pubic fleece. Must she? Was there no escape?

Ashley roughly pulled her stepmother's head close to her crotch. Darlene still hesitated, but in her broken heart, she knew there was no escape from this hideous nightmare. Ashley pulled her head closer until her trembling lips were almost touching the girl's hot, wet pussy.

Ashley was growing ever more impatient. Escape impossible, and drastic punishment looming for further delay, Darlene concluded that the sooner she got on with this abhorrent, whorish task the sooner it would be over. With a grimace and a gag of disgust, she began servicing her hateful stepdaughter.

Ashley was ready as soon as her sobbing stepmother's lips and tongue touched her pussy. What could be sweeter? All by herself, she had reduced imperious, intimidating, know-it-all Darlene, to nothing but her obedient, naked, spanked, personal, sex slave, slobbering obscenely to bring her pleasure. With a shriek of pleasure, Ashley came in the most fantastic orgasm of her young life.

As the shuddering aftermath of that fantastic orgasm subsided, Ashley glanced triumphantly down at her sobbing, crouching stepmother. Darlene was overwhelmed by the chilling shame of what she had just done, of what she had become, of what her teen aged stepdaughter had made her. "I'm no better than a whore!" She morosely told herself.

Ashley was still trembling with the excitement at her total victory, and what she had made her hated stepmother do.  Was her triumph complete? Maybe there was something more she could do to degrade her proud, haughty stepmother, some more.

"I know what'd be perfect; if I made the big, overgrown cow play with herself right in front of me! Oh yeah! She'll hate it so, and I'll love it!"

Ashley picked up her hateful camera again. Darlene was just as horrified by the demand as Ashley knew she would be. For a moment, she couldn't bring herself to comprehend what Ashley was telling her to do. How could proud Attorney Darlene Marshall, leading pillar of the City Bar, degrade herself like that, at the command of a tiny, insignificant teenager?

Revolting as the command might be, her tiny, insignificant teenaged stepdaughter had done a thorough job of taming and subjugating the proud pillar of the City Bar to her own sadistic will; Darlene no longer had the heart or fortitude to resist the terrifying girl, no matter how shameful her demands. Under Ashley's stern eye, Darlene reluctantly reached for her own pussy with a sick sob of shame.

Much to Ashley's perverted amusement, as soon as Darlene's reluctant fingers touched her clitoris, the older woman experienced an electric jolt of sexual arousal. She sank to her knees fingering herself with desperate urgency, as though it brought relief from the terrible, mortifying ordeal her vicious step-daughter had inflicted on her.  As her stepmother shamelessly masturbated in front of her, Ashley snapped picture after picture of Darlene's final mortifying degradation.

When Darlene inevitably came, it was with as intense an orgasm as Ashley's own.

Though perhaps not as sexually experienced as the shameless teenager, Darlene was a married woman who had enjoyed sex, but she never experienced anything like this before. Completely drained, the subjugated stepmother collapsed in a broken heap, at her cruel stepdaughter's feet.

Ashley took a few more pictures before putting the camera aside. "Might as well have a complete set!"

"Now what? Ashley thought. "I can't just let her go! She still might call the cops! We've got to come to some understanding, first! I know! My handcuffs!" One of Ashley's sometime sexual partners, was a young policeman. She had wheedled a pair of official handcuffs from him. She hadn't particularly wanted them, but enjoyed the sense of power, getting them from him, had given her. Now they would come in handy to prolong her stepmother's ordeal. Before Darlene even knew what was happening, Ashley snapped a cuff on her left arm.

When she realized, Ashley was handcuffing her, Darlene knelt up in alarm. Hand cuffed she would be totally in her step-daughter's power. At first she tried to indignantly refuse, thrusting her free arm behind her, but at a harsh threat from the fierce teenager, her resistance collapsed, and with a miserable sob Darlene obediently let herself be cuffed.

Ashley pushed her sobbing step-mother to her feet. She was about to push her into a small, unused fruit closet, when her eye fell on a large green Xmas candle she had left lying around the previous holiday season. "The perfect finishing touch!" The diabolical teen thought.

Darlene sensed Ashley was up to some new outrage, but didn't have the courage to turn and see. Then she felt some large, hard object thrusting against her tiny, tight anus; she leaped into the air in alarm.

A split second later Darlene's worst fears were realized, when Ashley rammed the large candle all the way into her stepmother's large voluptuous body.

This frightful violation was as bad or worse than anything Ashley had done to her yet.

Laughingly ignoring her stepmother's tortured screams and pleas, Ashley callously pushed the tall woman into the small, former fruit closet. She pushed Darlene down on her knees, and tied her handcuffed wrists to a sturdy hook in the ceiling.

Before she went off to get dressed to join her friends at McDonald's, Ashley turned long enough to outline Darlene's options to her.

"Now, bitch, while you're in here, there's something you should think over!" Ashley told her weeping step-mother, as Darlene wriggled around, uselessly trying to ease the hateful, excruciating pressure of the candle stuck up her behind.

"Now, I wouldn't mind just leaving you here, forever, but I suppose somebody'd miss you, so I guess that's out! If I let you out in the morning, there's three things you can do! Number one is, you can go to the police and have me arrested for beating you up, and abusing you! Might be kind of embarrassing telling everyone how your five foot one inch, 105 pound, teenaged step-daughter beat the living shit out of her 165 pound, thirty-five year old stepmother, o'course! Bet all your clients would love that story! AND, of course it'd be your word against mine, and I'd claim you were an abusive parent who molested me all the time, and I was just defending myself, after enduring a childhood of hellish abuse! To backup my story, I'd have to show everybody those pics of you, jerking off, naked in the cellar, and spreading your ass cheeks for the camera, t'prove t'everybody what a pervert you are! Your clients will just love seeing your fat, red ass spread all over the front pages, don'tcha think?"

Darlene groaned at the thought.

"Now, let's see, what other choices have you got? Well, you can stay here living with me, if you want? We'll have to make some changes, though! First off, ya can double my allowance, NO let's triple it! Then we'll get rid of that lazy housekeeper, Selma; you can take over all her chores, when your not working! You can be my personal maid and bring me breakfast in bed, too! For that, we gotta do something about that mousy hair of yours, and get you some sexier cosmetics, and you'll need the right accessories, too! Umm! You know I kind of like that picture!"

Ashley paused to savor the thought appreciatively, in her mind's eye. Somehow Darlene could picture it just as vividly as her step-daughter.

I suppose you could try to shirk your chores, by trying to stay away from me, at your city apartment, but then I'd have to come t'your office and beat you up in front of everyone and take you home on a leash!"

Ashley barging into her office to beat her up, without anyone calling the police, might be an improbable scenario, but somehow, in her present circumstances, Darlene imagined it all too clearly.

"Now, of course, your third choice would be to sign over my full inheritance to me without any strings attached! I'd be off to see the world and enjoy life, and you'd never have t'see me again! So why dontcha think over your options overnight, and let me know what ya want'a do in the morning!"

With that Ashley, slammed the closet door and left Darlene, in the dark, sobbing in misery.

One tiny part of Darlene's mind ruefully admitted that Ashley had summed up the case brilliantly leading to only one logical conclusion.  The spiteful, little bitch would make an excellent lawyer, if she ever applied herself.  Ashley had demonstrated quite conclusively that she had no real choice.

After a hellish night in the fruit closet, with a large candle stuffed up her anus, Darlene couldn't wait to sign the papers that would free her from all connection to the STEPDAUGHTER FROM HELL.  Nonetheless, just to be sure. Ashley personally escorted her still snuffling stepmother to her law office. Valerie, the receptionist's jaw dropped open in astonishment at the sight of the dignified, imposing senior partner's entrance, hurried  along by her tiny stepdaughter.

Valerie sat transfixed for some time, her hand still poised over the phone.

Darlene swiftly finalized the papers transferring control of the Hathaway inheritance to her stepdaughter, while Ashley stood menacingly beside her.

That afternoon, after Ashley's departure to begin squandering her inheritance, Darlene hurriedly conferred with her junior partner, Harry Danvers, and arranged to take a long vacation starting immediately.

Valerie's story was a favorite topic, around the firm's coffee maker, for the next several months.