Punishing my “stepdaughter” [M/F][MDom] Part 2

Charline came back sporadically. I can’t even say she’s Mitchell’s mother because she barely spends any time with him! I got to hand it to her, though, she’s taking care of the bills of the household. She’s given me her credit card to use for daily expenses and a car for me to use.

Apparently her husband had a massive life insurance that he left for them, enough that neither her nor Valentina has to work for the rest of their lives. Valentina, however, insisted on getting her college education.

I’m not priviliged to that, though, and I barely have any money to call my own. I’ve taken up a job at the local grocery store, but when Charline found out she demanded I quit and stay home to care for our child. She gives me an allowance, hooray I feel like a kid once again. It’s a lot of money at about $3000 a month so I really shouldn’t complain.

Valentina and I pretty much reverted to how we acted. After that day, she was cordial and nice to me and I the same to her. As the days went by, though, I did notice her acting a bit more snooty and sharp with me. Before she picked up after herself, but that soon disappeared. She started being nasty to me again. Girls are really weird sometimes.

“Hey, I’m going out for grocery, anyone want anything?”

Valentina bounced her way up to me then said, “Ice cream would be nice, rocky road, but if they don’t have it then chocolate is fine.” I nodded and added it to my list.

“Charline? Anything?”

“Oh, she’s away again. She left this morning. She’ll be gone for a week or something to Dubai with the girls.”

“Son of a… I don’t even know why she wanted a kid, she should’ve just…. nevermind, alright I’m off.”

As I’m about to leave, Valentina called out to me. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Confused, I slowly walked up to her and awkwardly kissed her on the forehead.

“No! What the, you’re forgetting Mitchell!”

“Why can’t you watch him while I’m out?” I asked, confused, and she just pouted and put her hands on her waist.

“No! I’m going out with my friends later.”

“I won’t be out for long, an hour or so. Just watch him please. What time do you need to leave anyway?”

“Seven tonight,” she said as she closed her arms around her.

“Seven!? That’s 5 hours from now! Just watch him, please!”

“I said no, alright! If you can’t handle being a father, then you shouldn’t have knocked my mom up!”

I closed my eyes. She’s right, but I was blackout drunk when it happened. I just slowly exhaled to try and calm myself down. I’m not going to argue with her. I went over to the living room and picked my child up from his crib.

***

I carried Mitchell on my belly in one of those baby cradle thing that you wear like a harness. It’s a hit with the moms and they always seem to give him attention whenever we’re out shopping. Even the cashier would baby talk to him. I’m practically a single dad at this point. They seem to think that I’m divorced and my “ex” is some cruel person, or my wife is dead. I didn’t bother correcting them, Charline is somewhat cruel for continuing to deflect her maternal responsibility to me.

I come back to our driveway, I need help with the groceries and gave Valentina a text. No answer. I’m starting to steam up. I gave a call and she didn’t answer.

Motherfucker!

I got about 10 bags and a child strapped on me, 8 bags on my right arm, and 2 on my left so I can at least put the key in. I push the door in and it stopped, I almost fell back. The fucking bar guard is on. Now I have to go through the garage!

I punched the code in and found that she has put her car into the open slot. I have to squeeze my way in between two cars now, but I can’t do that safely with Mitchell on my belly and the grocery bags on my arms. So I have to put my child into the house first and then go back for the bags.

I am breaking the laws of men at this moment. Never make two trips.

So it took me longer than it should and the entire time I am boiling in anger. Why is the bar guard on!? I got Mitchell into his crib and took the grocery bags in. I put them away and then got Mitchell down for his afternoon nap. It’s 3PM.

I’ve gotten myself calm eventually. It’s 5:30 pm at this time and I hear a door opening from upstairs. Valentina came down slowly, letting her tits bounce as she descended, and then looked into the fridge. Again she’s wearing a loose fitting shirt and a pink, lacy thong on.

I feel a presence standing next to me. “Where’s the ice cream?” she asked. I’m sitting on the couch trying to relax and drinking a can of soda. I just gave her a sideways glance and didn’t bother answering.

‘I said, where’s the ice cream.”

I just scoffed at her. She took my soda away and poured it on my head. Thank god I didn’t have a full can in there as I would’ve been soaked.

I’ve had enough. I grabbed her by the arm, spun her around and then pulled her down so that her crotch is on my knees. I started slapping her juicy ass as she tried to crawl away.

“Hey! Stop!” she screamed at me but I just slapped her harder and put my hand across her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up! You think this is easy? Huh!” I snarled at her as I slapped her pale ass raw. She’s yelling and screaming, but my thighs are telling me she’s enjoying this. My thighs are telling me she’s getting so warm down there.

“No! Stop! I’ll tell mom, I swear!!” she called out but I didn’t care.

“What, you’ll tell her that I’m spanking you? She barely cares about her baby, you think she’s gonna bat an eye at a full ass grown adult!?”

I slapped her ass twice and watched it bounce, alternating between cheeks. “She doesn’t care. She’d rather sleep around with random men and go out drinking with her girl friends! She’s probably fucking someone right now!”

“No, mom isn’t like that! She’s not!”

“How do you think I got her pregnant? Huh? I just turned 18, me and my friends went out drinking and that’s where I met her. We partied together that night and the next thing I know I’m laying next to her, naked, and she’s got my cum dripping out of her cunt! I don’t even remember my first time!” I gave another smack, harder this time and her cheeks are starting to turn more red.

“No! You’re lying! You’re lying!”

“Then she didn’t tell me she was pregnant. She called me up, 10 months later, then we got married and now I’m here raising our kid by myself while she’s out there fucking around!”

“Please! She’s really not like that!”

“It get’s better! Not only am I raising a child by my own fucking self, I then have to deal with her ungrateful bitch of a daughter! You really think you’re helping around here!? Huh!? I probably should just move back in with my parents. What do you think? That sounds like a good idea, right? I mean they can help me with Mitchell, a lot more than your sorry ass could!”

“I… I think that’s a bad idea. Mom would be pissed,” she whined as tears starts to roll down her face.

“Why? What does it matter? She’s barely here! She’s gone for a week, then she’ll come back for a day or two, then she’s gone for a month! When Mitchell turns 5 he’ll be asking who this random lady is going in and out of the house! I’d rather he be around caring people than with a bitch of a mother and her bitch of a daughter!”

I reared my arms back and gave her a final slap, echoing throughout the house. She screamed again and then pushed her face into the cushion.

“And do you know what the best part is?! I’m married, but I haven’t had sex since that night! I’m so fucking busy around here I don’t have time to find someone else to sleep with. I can’t even masturbate at night because as soon as I lay my head down I’m asleep, and then I have to wake up in a couple of hours again to check up on Mitchell. But you! You’re parading yourself around like some slut and it’s pissing me off! I’ve had enough!”

I reached over and slid my fingers into her wet pussy and wriggled it around. She moaned as I grabbed her and brought her to rest against my chest with her back. I grabbed her tits and fondled it. “Every day since we’ve met I had to watch you parade your sultry, bomb ass body around! And I know that you’re doing it on purpose! Well you’re getting what you wanted now! I have to keep stopping myself because you’re her daughter! Well no more, I’m going to fuck you if I can’t fuck my wife!”

I vigorously pumped my fingers into her and she’s droning her moan as she looked down. In minutes she’s squirming and trembling against me, but I kept finger fucking her. She wailed and thrashed and I took that finger and shoved it in her mouth. “Taste it! Lick it up, make it clean. Hurry up!”

She sucked on it, ran her tongue through and I could feel her warm breath against it. I stuck it inside her throat and made her gag then drew my fingers back across her tongue. “Good, now just lay there.”

I slid her down off of me and to the couch, her breathing and limp form offering no resistance as I pulled my dick out and placed it in her mouth. She sucked on it, good I didn’t have to tell her, and I started fondling her thick breast again. “I’ll take Mitchell back home with me after I’m through with you.”

She looked up at me and retrieved herself from my cock. “No, don’t do that, please! Mom will get angry,” she whined again then she started sucking my cock, trying to get herself down my length.

“Fuck her and fuck you. I’m done. I don’t have a wife. My friends are off to college doing their own shit and I’m here, alone, practically a single dad. I’ll just go and find some other lady, she’ll be my wife. She’ll love me and cherish me and we’ll grow together and be happy.”

“…. wife,” said a small voice.

I looked down at her, still sucking my dick. “Hmmm, did you say something?”

She took her mouth off of my dick, then murmured, “I’ll be your wife… don’t leave me alone here, please.”

“Hoh, you’ll be my wife you say? Really? You think you’re any better? Huh? You can’t even do dishes around here! You can’t even boil water! What use would you be to me and Mitchell, huh!?” I took my dick away from her, her hands reaching for it, then placed myself in between her legs.

I slid her thong aside and I pushed myself into her and she yelped and screamed. “You’ll be my wife? Pathetic. When was the last time you washed your own clothes? I’m doing your own laundry for fucks sake! I’m cleaning your fucking toilet!”

“I — I promise to change. I’ll be your wife! Just please, give me a chance! Please don’t leave me, please don’t leave me alone.”

“A chance!? You should’ve known how to do these things!” I’m pumping into her as rough as I can, but she’s holding on.

“Oooh you’re in so deep! Keep fucking me, please, it feels so good!”

“Shut up! The only thing you can do for me is be a reliable cock sleeve! Your lovely cunt, ass, mouth and tits are the only useful thing about you! Fine, if you really want to be my wife then you wont go out tonight because I’m gonna fuck you until I’m spent!”

I took my phone and made her dial her friend’s number. I put it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hey it’s Valentina! I need to — ugh hmmm — caahancel tonight. Something came up.”

I pressed into her harder and swirled my hips around. She gave a sharp moan, then she covered her mouth.

“Val, you ok?” said the voice from the phone.

“Yeah, yeah I’m — hoooh, ohhhmmmm — I’m f-f-fine! I’ll ta-ha-talk to you laaaater.”

She then promptly hung up and lets out a long moan.

“Hmph, maybe I’ll give you a chance.” I pulled her up by her arms and got her to sit on me, “now, bounce that fine ass of yours! I want to see you work for something for once! Hurry up, I’m starting to loose that feeling!”

She bounced on my cock as told. I got a handful of her soft, pillowy ass and played with it. God they’re soft, ridiculously so and the way her ass fat would make little waves is hypnotizing. She’s squealing and moaning under me, and I took her chin and brought her up and kissed her. I stuck my tongue down her throat and she sucked on it lightly, then I sucked on her lower lip.

“You’re beautiful, Valentina, don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise. But you’re a useless bitch! If you’re going to be my wife I need you to be a partner and not as another burden, understand!?”

“Yes, I understand. Keep fucking me, fuck me all night please! I need this, I need it!”

“You’re going to cook, alright? We’re gonna cook together and we do the chores together! If I find you slacking, I’ll punish you again, do you understand!?”

“Yes, yes I understand!” she whispered. “I’ll be your wife. I’ll be your wife! Just – just stay with me please! Don’t leave me alone.”

“Good, because as my wife you’re entitled to….”

Then I pushed her ass down and pumped my cum into her, “… this” I groaned as I released more into her with each thrust. She gasped and moaned and I thrusted up into her more and more as months of pent up semen seeped into her. She started to spasm as her own orgasm took her, and she began to curl up. She yelped and screamed softly into her mouth as she closed her eyes and focused on that electrifying sensation.

‘Hoooh, that feels so good,” she whispered, “oh so good….”

“We’re not done, babe.” I said with a smile.

She gave a tired smile at me.

***

Charline ended up being gone for several months on “business” whatever the fuck that is. Mitchell is 13 months old now and, true to her words, Valentina has started to act like my wife. We slept in the same bed, showered together in the mornings, gone grocery shopping and cooked dinner together. At night, we made love, sometimes in the afternoon as well, sometimes in the morning. But we’re intimate with each other.

She still goes out with her friends, all I ask is for her to come home at a reasonable time. If she needs me to pick her up then she should call. If she sleeps with anyone, I’m leaving her and Charline forever because, as Valentina begged for, she is my wife.

I’m not a monster, you know.

There are times when Valentina would revert back into her old bratty self, but I would always remind her who she’s living with. Sometimes I think she’s doing that in purpose, but I get so agitated that I forget that during her punishment.

“I’m home…?”

Valentina and I are sitting on the living room floor playing a board game. Christine comes home carrying a suitcase and a large one that has her clothes. I went over and greeted her and took her bags, the suitcase is suspiciously light while the large one is fucking heavy. Valentina went over and gave her mother a kiss on the cheeks then helped me with the bags.

“How’s my baby boy?” Charline cooed as she reached for Mitchell, but he started to crawl away from her. He steadied himself and put his legs under him, stood up and shambled on over to Valentina and reached up to her.

“Mama,” Mitchell said and Val gently laughed and picked him up. Charline wore a look of betrayal as Val carried Mitchell away towards the kitchen.

“Want to help me with dinner?” Valentina giggled, her old brash way of speaking having vanished almost.

“What? What’s going on?”

“You need to ask? Val has been the only female around him. Do you even know how old he is?”

She shook her head, “I… I…. I don’t…”

“You missed his birthday last month. You also missed our anniversary. But don’t worry, Valentina has been here for those. You didn’t even call us, and you expect him to act like you’re his mother.”

“But I am his mother!” Charline shouted at me, but I shook my head.

“Are you? You missed all of his milestones. All of them. The first time he rolled over, the first time he sat up, the first time he crawled. His first words and his first steps. His first birthday even! Are you really his mother?”

Her arms dropped to her side and I walked over and helped Valentina out with dinner. I gave her a kiss and took Mitchell into my arms as Val started preparing the vegetables.

Charline stood by and just watched, saying nothing.

At night, we made sure she heard us.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pnmbvi/punishing_my_stepdaughter_mfmdom_part_2