(One of my favorite fantasies, it’s roleplay) When I was 14, my mom married a man named George. She wasn’t the greatest mom. She made me show her my tits every day when I got home from school, but she also introduced me to masturbation and porn, and bought me dildos and ass plugs. That was in between her frequent business trips. She never told me what her work was, but we were rich.
When she married George, my life changed. She went on business trips more and more often. I spent nearly all of my time alone with him and his son. The first day we were alone, George pulled me into his room. “Alright, things are going to be different around here from here on out.” He confiscated all my bras and panties, told me I didn’t need them. He made me take off the ones I was wearing while he watched. Then he told me that every day, when I got home from school, I was to report to him and show him my tits. I begged him not to make me. That made him angry, so he yanked me onto the bed over his knee, pulled up my skirt, and spanked me. He forced me to count each one and thank him for putting me in place. Every time I stuttered, he told me he was adding one more. By the time he was done, my ass was so red it looked like a sunset. He grabbed me by the neck and choked me as he said, “Don’t ever question me again.” I nodded frantically, tears streaming down my cheeks. He took my shirt and my skirt and made me crawl back to my room. When I was halfway there, just passing my step brothers room, he stepped out. “What’s this?“ He said. “A slut fucking begging to be spanked?” I begged and begged, but he bent down and gave me ten more spanks. This time, I knew to count and thank him. When he was done, he called me a good little slut and pinched my nipple. I screamed in pain as he walked away. When I finally made it back to my room, I passed out. When I woke in the morning for school, I realized all my clothes were gone. I wrapped a towel around myself and went to ask my stepdad where they’d all gone. He told me, “I control your clothing. Every time you enter the house, you will report to me and hand over any clothing you’ve been graciously allowed. When leaving, you will come to me, and I will decide what clothing you’re allowed.” He dressed me in a tiny, thin crop top and a miniskirt. He then gave me a slap to the ass, and I shrieked as he said, “Go get ‘em, tiger!” I walked out of his room, sniffing back tears. My step brother was driving me to school, so I asked him, “When are we leaving?” He told me that we could leave as soon as I tucked the hem of the skirt into the waistband and pulled the front of the shirt over my head. I said, “But people will see me.” He told me to bend over, and spanked me more. Once I was screaming, he gave me a break, then gave me five more slaps, each one emphasizing a word in “That’s the fucking point, whore.” I did as he told me. On the way there, especially as we got closer to the school, so many people saw my tits. My step brother kept fingering me on the way there. When we got into the lot, he grabbed my head, I fixed my clothes and was about to leave the car when he pulled me down, and slammed his dick into the back of my throat. He face fucked me until he came in my mouth, then shoved me outside the car. I had no choice but to go to class. (Will continue in comments but my typing is lagging like crazy)