Abby’s Secret

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It’s always difficult, becoming the stepmother to a teenager, and Bridget is finding her own situation no different.Making a good first impression is always key, but whatever she tries, the mature blonde just can’t seem to get through to Abby. No matter what conversational tactic is attempted, the moody goth always seems to walk off in a huff, even if it starts off civil, and quite frankly Bridget is at her wit’s end with the girl.Talking with her husband, the girl’s father, hadn’t yielded any results, and Bridget had been on the verge of simply giving up and resigning herself to a life with a step-daughter who won’t talk to her when one last opportunity presented itself: an extended business trip that her husband needed to take, leaving her with a solid month to try and win over her stepdaughter with nobody else in the house but them. It’s an opportunity that Bridget doesn’t intend to pass up!When the day of her husband’s departure rolls around, Bridget’s already made plenty of preparations- she’s sourced a few particularly unique bad horror movies after hearing about how much Abby enjoys them, and she’d hoarded plenty of popcorn and other assorted snacks, but she can already hear Abby skulking off and slamming her bedroom door. Not a great start, admittedly, but she’ll be damned if she gives up quite that easily!After laying out a selection of DVDs for their perusal later, Bridget dusts herself off and makes her way upstairs, grimacing at the feeling of too-loud bass rumbling through the floor beneath her. Far too loud, honestly, Abby’s going to give herself hearing damage at this rate… Well, she won’t say anything about it for now. Instead, she simply gives a sharp knock on the door, firmly enough to be heard over the racket of the girl’s music, and waits for an answer- one that comes in the form of the music being paused and a huffy voice calling out.”Ugh. What?”Smoothing over a frown at the girl’s rudeness, Bridget opens up the door, offering the lounging goth a bright, warm smile. At least the music was turned off, that’s always a nice sign.Taking in a breath, Bridget begins to speak.”Well, as you know, your father has just left, and so it’s just us girls in the house for a while! I thought we could bond with some movies, I bought some of those bad horror b-movies you seem to like so much- but if you’ve got some other ideas, let’s hear them! So long as it’s not illegal, I’m willing to hear out pretty much any pastime you Ankara escort might have, so if there’s anything you’ve really wanted to do recently, now would be the time to mention it!” She ends with another warm smile, trying to get some energy going between them both. It only partially seems to work, as Abby does sit up a little straighter and fix her stepmother with a calculating gaze. She doesn’t answer for a few moments, long enough for Bridget to start to worry, but eventually she clears her throat and swings her legs over the side of the bed to sit up properly.”I, uh… yeah, I might have some ideas. It’s a little weird, though, so you promise not to freak out at me and just say no if you don’t wanna do it?”The soaring joy of Abby finally confiding something in her entirely overrides any sense of apprehension or worry that Bridget might have felt under other circumstances here, ignoring the slightly ominous phrasing in favour of taking a few steps into her stepdaughter’s incredibly messy, cluttered bedroom. Honestly, would it kill her to pick up more around here…”Abby, I wouldn’t dream of it! You know you can confide in me if you need to.” Bridget speaks with a smile, and while Abby’s response does contain the eyeroll she’d been expecting to see, the girl seems to be more inclined to be sociable. An unusual situation, to be sure, but a welcome one. “Right, yeah. I was just thinking, uh- since it’s just us girls here and all, maybe you could help me out? I need to get some firsthand experience with stuff for my writing, and fuck if I’m asking my friends for it, so- anyway. I need to know what a spanking is like, and you’re like, the whole housewife MILF deal, you probably know how to do that, right?”Bridget’s expression crosses a range of emotions during Abby’s rambling confession; from a faint frown at her use of a curse word, to surprise at the topic at hand, to a conflicted sort of look when she’s called a MILF… but ultimately, her expression settles on ‘thoughtful’, and she rubs her chin for the full effect. It’s an odd request, there’s no denying that, but following through on it could be pretty beneficial for the both of them. If she can get Abby to be a little more respectful and helpful around the house, well, isn’t that generally the point of giving someone a cherry-red bottom? Lord knows it worked on her when she was a young lass.After thinking it through for a moment, and Ankara escort bayan accidentally leaving poor Abby to stew in mild nerves about what the eventual reaction will be, Bridget gives a slow nod of affirmation. “Yes. I think I can help you with that, but there’d be some caveats!””Right, yeah, of course. What, uh, what’re you thinking?” Abby breathes out a sigh of relief, rising up to her feet so she can address her stepmother at something closer to eye level- though since she’s a fair bit taller than the older woman, that doesn’t quite end up working out the way she wants it to. Still, Bridget doesn’t let that get to her, tilting her head up to survey her stepdaughter with a warm, encouraging smile.”Well! You need the full experience to be able to write about it, right?” She waits for a moment, getting a hesitant nod from Abby before she continues. “I can do that for you, but it has to happen on my terms! A real spanking doesn’t end until long after you’ve started kicking and squealing, but I think you’re almost certainly going to earn some extra punishments too… so here’s the deal! I’m going to spank you now, as well as taking care of anything extra, and we’ll put you to bed early too with a top-up whacking to ensure you’re well-disciplined. Does that sound fair, sweetie?”Bridget fully suspects that Abby’s asking for this for reasons beyond simply wanting experience for her writing, and the way that the goth girl’s eyes light up proves that suspicion- to say nothing of the way she eagerly agrees to those terms after barely thinking about them for half a second. It’s cute, honestly- but it’s not going to save her hide from the kind of thrashing that Bridget is resolving to give her. A moment passes while Bridget sizes up her stepdaughter, pondering how much she’ll be able to take, before she nods again and steps up to ruffle the girl’s hair, beaming through the muted groaning that comes from the physical gesture.Now, it’s best to start out strong for the punishment, and Bridget knows precisely how it worked for her… once she’s done ruffling the younger girl’s hair, Bridget moves to pinch her earlobe instead, starting to march her firmly out of the room.”Um- ow, hey, what the hell?” Abby protests, albeit weakly and hesitantly; she did ask for this, after all, but she’s starting to get a taste for exactly how out of her depth she may end up being once the fun begins. Bridget Escort Ankara just laughs softly, leading her stepdaughter down the stairs and into the living room, with only the occasional stumble on the way down. Perfect, so far so good…”Now then! Put your nose into that corner over there while I fetch a few things. Chop chop!”Abby had opened her mouth to question the instruction, but ends up only yelping when it’s punctuated with a light slap to her clothed behind, making her reach back to cover it with both hands as she scurries off to the corner her stepmother had pointed to. She’s seen this before, in her… ‘research’ into the topic of domestic discipline, so she doesn’t need to be corrected when she gets into place: her nose presses hesitantly to the wall, her breath hot against the wallpaper, and she folds her arms behind her back for good measure. The whole experience is nerve wracking in the best way- exhilarating and unique, far different from when she’d experimentally put herself in timeout after first coming across the topic. There’s something about it that hits very differently when there’s someone else in the room actively watching her…Speaking of that someone, it becomes apparent soon enough that Abby isn’t going to be waiting in that corner for too long. She does have to wait while her stepmother fetches a chair and drags it into the centre of the room, then a touch longer while she busies herself doing… something else, god knows what, but less than five minutes later she feels that intoxicating feeling of a hand pinching her ear, pulling her back out of the corner and prompting her to gasp again. Bridget hums a little tune as she marches Abby towards the chair positioned ominously where she’d dragged it a moment before, and wastes no time sitting herself down in it, hands shifting to rest on Abby’s waist so she can pull the girl into place in front of her.”Alright, sweetheart, we’ll skip the scolding portion this time since you know exactly why you’re being spanked- oh! But it’s pretty authentic to have you say the reason, so we’ll do that. Put your hands on the back of your head, Abby.” Bridget looks up at the girl expectantly as she finishes talking, nodding encouragingly as Abby hesitantly does as she’s told. It’s a motion she might come to regret, as Bridget takes advantage of her hands being out of the way to hook her fingers into the waistband of Abby’s baggy lounge pants, tugging them down in one swift motion and reaching up to do the same to her panties before she has a chance to react.When she does react, it’s with a shocked gasp as she’s bared in front of the older woman, keeping her hands on the back of her head and bending at the waist a little in a vain attempt at obscuring her nethers.

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