Into Daria's bedroom. The teen had already removed her t-shirt

and skirt and had tossed them on the floor where they lay

scattered among many other such outfits. Suzanne found the teen

standing next to her bed, the front closure on her lacy bra

unsnapped. She was holding both cups away from her small breasts

and peachy alert nipples, ready to slide the straps down her arms

and remove the garment all together.

"Get out!" Daria shouted over the din of the blasting

stereo, forgetting about her exposed breasts, leaving the bra

cups flapping at her side. "This is my room. I didn't say you

could come in here".

Suzanne strolled over to stereo next to Daria's bed and

switched it off.

"Hey!..." Daria began. Before she could utter another word,

Suzanne sat down on Daria's bed, grabbed both of the girl's arms

and pulled the teen across her knees, the bra still hanging at

the teen's sides.

"Heyyyy! Let go of me!" Daria demanded.

Without a word, her stepmother slipped her fingers into the

waistband of the teen's white french-cut bikini panties and began

tugging them down over the girl's perfect, chubby mounds.

"Unh!" Daria gasped, shocked. "What do you think you're

doing?" Daria managed to squeal while she squirmed and struggled

to get off her stepmother's lap.

Suzanne, ignoring her stepdaughter's protests, continued to

pull the silky panties down over the teen's sassy bottom. She

slid them past her supple thighs until they collared her knees.

"Noooo!" was all the dazed girl could think of to shout.

She threw her hands behind her, trying to cover her exposed

bottom, her bra straps caught in the crook of her arms.

Suzanne pulled the bra off of Daria's arms, took hold of

Daria's hands, lifted them away from her bottom and held them at

her waist. Though the teen struggled and squirmed on top of her

stepmother's lap, there was nothing in Suzanne's way.

"Let me go, you bitch!" The teen demanded, wiggling her

body, before letting loose a horrifying stream of obscenities.

Suzanne had heard all of those words before. Daria used

them at will with friends and foes alike. The stepmother found it

difficult to believe that words that ugly could come out of such

a pretty girl. Nevertheless, they did and it was going to end

now.

Daria's chubby cheeks had not been seen by an adult since

she had been potty-trained at the age of two. Not even by her

beloved Daddy. Now this virtual stranger was not only looking at

her nakedness, but was about to give her bottom the kind of

attention it had never received.

"Daria", Suzanne said, as she rested her hand on the teen's

plump little bottom, "I've tried to be kind to you and patient,

hoping that with a little time you would get over your resentment

that I am not your real mother. I now realize that I have done a

disservice to you by allowing you to treat me so discourteously

and disrespectfully. The only way you will be able to think of

me as a mother, will be for me act like one".

Suzanne looked at her step daughter's pert, creamy bottom,

as full and as firm as a dancer's. She hesitated only a moment

before raising her hand. She brought down a great slap on the

right side of Daria's virgin flesh, causing the little cheek to

bounce.

Stunned, Daria stiffened and for a moment could not utter a

sound even as she felt the unfamiliar sting spread slowly across

her cheek.

Spank!

"Ow! I'm going to tell my dad," Daria managed to threaten

weakly, still in shock.

Spank!

"Please do," Suzanne advised and spanked again.

"Ow! "I'm going to tell him to divorce you."

Spank! Daria jumped a little, her bottom jiggled, her cheek

displayed a glowing blush.

"Not before I'm through with your bottom."

Spank!

"Ow!" Daria had momentarily run out of words.

Suzanne slapped her hand down again, landing a hard smack on

the same cheek. The first sting had not yet ended when the next

one began its heat.

"Uh!" Daria squeaked. She was naked, she felt the sting of

every spank, yet she still could not believe she was being

spanked. Not her. This couldn't be happening.

Suzanne spanked the cheek again using the entire flat of her

hand, the force stinging her palm.

"Owwww! Oh God! What are you doing!? Stop!" Daria demanded.

She finally began to realize she was really being spanked.

Suzanne smacked the cheek, cracking the air with a sharp

retort, the teen's flesh blushing brightly.

"Ohhhh!" Daria screeched, feeling the heat. She struggled

to free her wrists. She was not going to take this without a

fight.

Holding the teen firmly and ignoring her struggle, Suzanne

shifted her hand and spanked the high arch of both springy chubs

over and over, the sting spreading out over the entire cheek, the

other one cool and unblemished.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Daria screamed. Boy, when I get a hold of

this bitch, she's going to be sorry, Daria thought. I'll pinch

the skin right off of her. I'll pull her hair out. I'll ...

"Owwwwww!

Spank! Suzanne interrupted Daria's thoughts with an attack

on the other cheek.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Daria. You really need a

good spanking. A good long hard spanking. That's just what your

little bottom was made for. Especially your bottom. It's just

perfect for spanking. So plump and firm. It takes a spank and

then bounces back for more as though it knows how much it needs

to be disciplined."

Daria was humiliated. She was naked. She was being spanked

like an ordinary child. And to top it all off, a description

(and a very good one) of her bottom right out loud. She'd

wiggled it and used it to tease and, judging from the response of

the boys over the years, she knew it was one of the best features

of her body. But she never thought it would be bared and

tortured. And by that woman!

Suzanne again shifted positions and began spanking the other

cheek again. Hard wallops that bounced the muffins and

embarrassed them to a deep red.

Having at last found her voice and her temper, Daria began

her tirade.

"Owwww! You won't get away with this! Owww! Who do you

think you are? You're nobody! Owwww! NOBODY! Just another one

of Daddy's whores!"

Now Suzanne was running out of patience. She had determined

to give this spanking calmly and thoroughly but was finding it

difficult given Daria's bratty name-calling tantrum. She found

the extra tender skin at the base of the teen's bottom and stung