Darling Daughter By GW Trudy "disciplines" her stepdaughter. Not! Another Cavalier-style, fake letter, as told by an annoyed stepmother. When I was twenty-four, I married Harry, an older, divorced man with a young daughter. Unfortunately he got custody of her. Cindy is fifteen now. She's been getting more obnoxious and mouthy, every one of the six years since I married her father. Lately she's been bragging about how she can beat up any girl in her class. I'm 5'8" and one-forty to her 5'4" one-eighteen, but the other day, she told me that I was "over the hill," and she could probably beat me, too. I'm an aerobics instructor in a Health Spa, and in darn good shape if I do say so myself, so I told Cindy. "Dream on, Honey!" Last weekend, Harry was away on Business. I was stuck with the brat. I did the Saturday morning, grocery shopping and when I got home it was nearly noon. Cindy was still in bed, which meant I had to carry in the groceries by myself. That put me in a pretty bad mood. She started ragging me as soon as I got her out of bed. With her father away, I thought it was time to take her down a peg, so I said. "Well Honey, why don't you try me then if you're so tough." To my surprise she took me right up on it. "Right on Gertie, whenever you're ready." The little snot knows how it irritates me when anyone calls me "Gertie." My name is Gertrude and my friends always call me Trudy. Now that she called me on it, I realized how weird brawling with my stepdaughter would be. Besides her father probably wouldn't like it, and I'd have to listen to him rant and rave when he got home. If I backed down, though, I'd never be able to live with the little bitch. I'd lose all control over her. I decided to teach her a quick lesson and get it over with. We went down to the basement rumpus room. Cindy threw down some mats. I didn't even bother to change the skirt and blouse I wore shopping. Cindy was wearing cutoff jeans and a tie dye tee shirt. Before I could lay down some rules, Cindy dived into me, without warning. She knocked me backward into the wall and buried her shoulder in my middle. She took me off guard, and really hurt me. I lost my temper and lunged for her. I threw my arms out wide to grab her, but wham! bang! She hit me with both fists. I thought we were wrestling and I was wide open for a left in my boob, and a right to my aching tummy. I went down on one knee. I was dizzy and I foolishly thought Cindy would let me get up. Instead, out of nowhere, she slammed her knee into my face. I fell over on my side. "That's cheating Cindy!" I protested in a choked whisper. I could hardly breath. "Oh I'm sorry 'Mother.'" She said. "Here, let me help you." Foolishly thinking she'd just gotten carried away, I let her help me. She took my hands and pulled me up. As soon as I got on my feet, I took a deep breath. Cindy knocked it out of me with a sneak punch in the stomach. I doubled over gagging, and she hit me twice more before I fell on my hands and knees. I almost threw up. The little bitch really punched hard. Cindy grabbed me by the hair. I thought she'd rip my scalp off, she pulled it so hard. She kicked me in the back a couple of times before she got me on my feet again. I just stood there like a dope, while she wrapped her arms around mine from behind, in a full-nelson. I tried to drop out of it, like I've seen wrestlers do on television, but that's harder than it looks. It didn't work. Cindy bent my head way forward. She pushed me, and Bang! She rammed my head against the wall so hard the plaster is all cracked. I guess I have a pretty hard head because I wasn't knocked out, but I still have a big goose egg. I saw a lot of stars too. After the bang on the head, I didn't put up much of a fight, when Cindy let go of my arms and spun me around. She hit me in the stomach a few more times. I doubled over holding my aching stomach. Cindy bent down and grabbed my thighs. I fell forward on her back and she upended me. I landed on my head first, and then came down on my back. I'm lucky I didn't break my neck, because I was too surprised to land like I learned in gymnastics. I lay there, not knowing what to do next. Unfortunately, Cindy had some ideas. She knee-dropped onto my stomach. For the next few minutes, I just rolled around on the floor trying to ease the awful cramps in my stomach. Cindy stood over me laughing like a fiend from hell. "I guess you need a break. Huh, `Mama' Gertie?" Cindy said smugly. She sat down on the sofa, plugged in her earphones and turned on her Walkman. After I massaged my belly a while, some of the pain went away. I dragged myself to my feet and staggered to the basement lavatory to wash my face. It was soaking wet with perspiration already. I sat on the edge of the tub a long time, before I got up enough nerve to come out. When I did finally, I prayed Cindy had gone away. She hadn't though. I walked toward the stairs hoping to get up to my room. Maybe she wouldn't pay any attention. I should have known better. Cindy took off her earphones and cut me off before I got to the first step. "Well, Gertie! Ready to finish, or have you taught me enough lessons for today?" That made me mad. "No young lady I'm not finished. You're a nasty little cheat. You don't fight fair. You fouled me and hit me when I wasn't looking. You're grounded for the rest of the weekend!" I snapped. "Who"s going to make me stay grounded?" She laughed. "Not my Daddy's darling little Gertie?" "That's enough!" I yelled. "Go to your room!" Cindy didn't move. She just stood there laughing at me. I got so mad, I was shaking. I was seething but I didn't know what to do next. "I knew you were yellow!" Cindy sneered. "What a wimp!" "That's enough! You speak respectfully to me, Young Lady!" I told her. "Respect you? Why should I respect you? You're a wooz, and a douche bag. You go to your room!" She said and shoved me. I saw red and slapped her across the face. Before I knew what hit me, Cindy was all over me. I thought I'd recovered from our first bout, but when she lit into me, my knees turned to water. She had her arms around me rocking me back and forth until she threw me down. We rolled around the floor like two cats. I got the worst of it again. I was stronger than she was, but every time I used my strength and weight to roll on top of her, she'd spit and kick and scratch like a cat until she got back on top of me again. It took everything I had to get her off, and it got harder each time. Finally she sat on my stomach, and I couldn't budge her. Every time I'd bridge up, she'd punch me in the face or slam her butt down on my belly. Pretty soon I got so weak and dizzy, I flopped down flat. She worked her way up on my chest. Cindy pinned my arms under her knees. She was sitting almost on top of my face. I kicked my legs like crazy and yelled at her, but I couldn't move my upper body. Cindy laughed at me. Then she slapped my face back and forth until my ears rang. My whole body went limp. Even after she stopped slapping me, I just lay there with tears streaming down my face. We both knew she'd beaten me. I never felt so miserable in my whole life. She slid forward and sat on my face. Oh, it was awful! I could hardly breathe. I didn't have anything left to try and get her off me, either. I had to just lie there, and let her humiliate me. She had her crotch pressed right down on my mouth, and it smelled terrible. I kept gurgling and trying to beg her to get off, but I couldn't even talk. She kept me there for a few minutes like that, until I almost passed out. When Cindy finally got off me, and walked away, it was a longtime, before I could get up. When I did, Cindy came right back. She grabbed me by the ear and twisted it. As hard as she could. I had to bend over, it hurt so. She pulled me by the ear over to the corner and pushed me against the wall. "Now you stand in the corner, bad little Gertie!" She snickered. There was nothing I could do but stand there. Then, she had the nerve to unbuttoned my blouse. "Stop that! What are you doing?" I yelled. I tried to stop her, but she slapped my hands aside, and pulled the blouse out of my skirt. She pulled the blouse right off me. "Stop wriggling or you're really gonna get hurt!" Cindy threatened. I believe her. I just stood there, and let her do what she wanted. She unzipped my skirt and it fell on the floor. I yelled at her to stop again, but she ignored me. There wasn't a thing I could do about it. I stood there in my undies, totally humiliated. I tried to run away from her, but Cindy grabbed me. She hit me in the stomach again, and shoved me back in the corner. "I warned you!" She said. She reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. I didn't try to stop her when she pulled that off me too. If I do say so myself I have really nice boobs. They're pretty big, about thirty-eight D, and they don't sag at all. I sure didn't like that little bitch looking at them and touching them. Cindy pinched my nipple until I screamed. "I never could figure out what Daddy sees in these things?" Cindy sneered. "They look like fat brown worms." Oh how I wanted to smash that smirking, smart-ass face of hers, but by now I was too scared. I stood there and let Cindy paw me and insult me. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slid them down around my knees. "Oh you sure are hairy down there! How gross!" Cindy sneered. I thought this was the worst moment of my life, but Cindy wasn't finished yet. She twisted my arm behind my back and frog marched me to the sofa. I saw a hair brush lying on the sofa. I don't know where Cindy got it, but I guessed what she was going to do with it. I tried to wriggle loose from her but she wedged my arm way up my back. I couldn't have run anywhere with my panties twisted around my knees, anyway. Cindy sat down and pulled me face down across her lap. She wrapped one leg around my leg so I couldn't get loose. I hadn't been in that position since I was seven years old. It was awful then, but it's even worse when you're a grown woman of thirty; and if its your teenage stepdaughter who rips your panties down and puts you across her knee; its like the end of the world. "You sure got a big, fat behind!" Cindy told me, and rubbed the hair brush across my bottom teasing me. Even though I knew it wouldn't do any good, I couldn't help sniveling: "Please Cindy! Don't Please!" Cindy laughed like a hyena when she heard me begging. She got tired of playing with me pretty quick though, and started the spanking. The first time Cindy hit me it smarted, but I clenched my teeth and didn't yell. Every time she hit me, it seemed to hurt more though. Pretty soon, I yelled bloody murder. She hit me until I was crying like a baby. I kept begging her to stop. The more I screamed and begged though, the harder she hit me. Even when Cindy stopped spanking me, I couldn't stop crying. She let me get up, and it felt like my poor heinie was burned in a fire. I was so scared now, I just stood there rubbing my sore behind while Cindy lectured me, on what a poor excuse of a stepmother I am, and what a failure as a wife to "Dear Daddy." Cindy finished humiliating me, by making me stand in the corner, stark naked like a naughty child for over an hour. I couldn't stop crying the whole time she kept me there. She got out our camcorder and took pictures of me. Even then I couldn't stop crying. She made me turn around after a while so she could get a picture of my red, spanked behind. That was yesterday. Cindy's made my life hell every minute, since. Now she's making me write this awful letter, about how she beat me up and punished me. The End