New Dad (An ageplay story)

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Three months after I turned eleven my new step dad Marcus moved in with me and my mom. Soon after, my mom had to fly to Florida for a business trip over a long weekend and it was the first time it was just me and my new dad together. I had a sleepover planned at Angie's place on Saturday night, so Marcus drove me to her house on Saturday afternoon. When I was about to get out of the car, he told me to have a great night and to call him the next day when I wanted to come home. He said he had some chores that he needed help with. I told him I could just walk home but he said no, it was no trouble and he'd drop by to get me when I called. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and hopped out. It was an excellent sleepover and the next day we slept late and lazed around playing card games in the backyard. Around 2pm Angie's dad came out and offered to take us out to the movies if we wanted, and he said that I should call to ask my mom if it was alright by her. I didn't bother to tell him she was away and when I went to call Marcus I saw my cell was out of battery. I groaned, paused, then quickly reasoned that my mom would definitely have said it was okay to see a movie if Angie's dad was taking me, so it would probably be okay with Marcus if I went too.

After the movie, Angie's dad dropped me home. It was about 8pm by then because we has stopped for dinner on the way home. As I opened the door I suddenly remembered what Marcus had said to me the night before, about him having some chores for me that day. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. It was the first time I had thought of it all day, and because I had been having so much fun I'd completely forgotten.

As I entered I could hear the TV was on. Marcus must have been watching it but at hearing me come in he switched it off. I walked in to our cozy living room and he was standing there waiting with him hands on his hips.

"Where have you been, young lady?" He growled with a sternness in his voice I had never heard before. "I called your phone a dozen times and it kept going straight to voice mail," he continued before I could say anything. I was so taken aback by his new demeanor that I hesitated in replying, and just stood there with my pink mouth open and my brow furrowed in confusion. Marcus glared at me as I looked up at him and then, without a word, he took two swift steps till he was beside me gripping my shoulder tightly and began herding me toward a single arm chair at the side of the room. He veritably shoved me into the chair and this motion brought me to my senses.

I puffed out my chest and wailed up at him indignantly, ''My phone rang out of battery. THAT'S why I couldn't call!"

"That's no excuse, and anyway, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, ANDREA? Didn't I explicitly tell you to call and have me pick you up this afternoon?"

"I was with Angie and her Dad. We went to the movies!" I shouted this at him, starting to feel as angry as he was. Who was he to yell at me?! I didn't do anything wrong. I was with an adult the whole time and I got home safe. Why was he being so mean all of a sudden?

"You were at the movies? And you didn't think to ask permission? You would never had done that without asking your mother first, would you?"

My evading eyes showed him that he was right, and he ploughed right on.

"Dammit, that is not even the point. I told you to call me in the afternoon so I could pick you up and you willfully disobeyed me. I have been here worrying about you and wondering where you were!" At hearing this, I assumed that he had softened and so I softened too, wanting desperately for this confrontation to be over. I lowered my head and acted reproached.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you, then. And I'm sorry I went out without letting you know. I should have charged my phone and called. OK?"

He sighed. "You're sorry?"

"YES!" I squeaked, with a tiredness in my voice that made me sound more annoyed and less sorry than I'd meant.

"Right, well, you will be sorry when I have finished with you," he replied, his mean voice back again and his right hand coming at me and hoisting me off the chair by my forearm, this time leading me to the back of the couch. "You will be sorry after you have been punished for what you did." He told me this as he placed a big palm on the back of my neck and bent me forward over the back of the couch, my tip toes just touching the ground.

My brain reeled with the strangeness of this situation. Punished. That word, from past experience, reminded me of groundings, losing privileges, and extra chores, not this. Not spankings. Though Mom had never spanked me, I still knew that that was what this bent-over-something position meant. I had seen it in movies or read about it in books. Once I had even walked passed a house where I had spied a girl through her bedroom window, and she'd been kneeling at the foot of her bed crying, with her skirt flipped up and her underpants bunched between her bum cheeks which were glowing bright pink. Is that really going to happen to me? Is Marcus threatening to spank me?

The injustice of the situation, mixed with fear and some excitement, made me struggle against his grip. My body contorted in various angles trying to find a way out, to get away, and all the while that I was doing this, I could hear his belt buckle tinkle in the background and I could hear the leather being tugged against the denim of his belt loops.  A belting. I suddenly registered the sound with shock and wonder. This isn't a spanking, this is a belting! Like they do in the South! Like they did on, (or always threatened to do on,) that TV show Little House on the Prairie! I redoubled my efforts to get away now and started begging, "No Marcus, please. Don't do that. Don't...!"

He held less tightly to my neck now and let my feet touch the floor, this got my attention and I foolishly thought my pleas had gotten through to him.

"Now, listen to me young lady," he said with a squeeze, "you are going to be disciplined properly tonight and I hope you learn your lesson well. You will obey my rules from now on or you will accept the consequences. You are much too old to just get grounded when you are naughty; your mother and I have agreed on this. From now on she will spank you with the hairbrush, and if, God forbid, I have to punish you again, I will give you a whipping. Just like the one I am going to give you now. Do you hear me, young lady?"

"No, pleeeeaase," I answered in a sob-choked little voice. The idea that he had spoken to mom about this, that she had okayed it made me lose my defiance and I was all of a sudden a limp ragdoll in his hand. "Please don't, Marcus," I pleaded again, as all logical arguments were now too difficult for me to verbalize.

He didn't reply, he just shuffled his feet and moved his left hand to the small of my back, then WHACK! He brought the belt down onto the seat of my cotton shorts. The thud was shocking and I just let out an ''Oh!" He did it again, with the same force, a firm thud. Again and again he brought it down and it didn't really hurt, not that much. It hurt as much as if you let yourself flop down to sit on a wooden bench and found that it was much harder than you'd expected. After five swats like this I started relaxing, but I did so too soon, because the next swat was much harder, or maybe just more stinging. It felt like it bit by bottom cheek and each new whack was a little bite somewhere else. Then when the belt repeated over an already sore spot, I couldn't help but cry out with a yelp.

Now those really ouchy swats were all that I was getting, and it hurt a lot every time the belt struck my behind. I called out now for him to stop. "Please Marcus, I'm sorry. I've learned my less-- OW! OW! OWWWWWWWWW. I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyy!!"

"We aren't nearly done, young lady", he said, stopping now and moving his left hand to the back of my neck again and then, of all things, (this was what I had feared most), he dug his fingers into the elastic waist band of my green shorts and started pulling them down till they hung from the back of my knees. I had howled and tried to reach for them to pull them back up but he'd caught me by surprise enough that by the time I put my hand near by bottom, it was bare. I sobbed hysterically now into the pillow. Not only was I sore from being spanked but I was now half naked in from of my new dad.

"No, no" I pleaded as I tried to wrap a hand over my little bum cheek, but Marcus just shooed it away.

"Now you stop that, Andrea, unless you want me to strap your hands afterwards too for reaching back." Just the idea of that made me move my hand back to their previous position supporting me on the seat of the couch.

"Please just don't spank me anymore. I'll be good from now on," I managed to say.

"I'm glad to hear you say that, kiddo", he said, using the nickname he usually did with me. "But we are not finished here yet." As soon as he'd said this I heard him raise the belt and, then, a whooshy sound and a crack as the strap landed across both my bare cheeks and I kicked a leg up in surprise.

"AAAAhhhoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" I howled, and it mixed in with my next cry as he brought down the belt again and again. Systematically striping me from the top of my bum to the base, and then once on the very tender spot near the top of my thighs. My cries of 'ow, ow' punctuated the sound of the belt strapping my bottom, and all the while, through the haze of sounds I heard Marcus saying things like, "I hope you are learning your lesson, young lady!" and "You will learn to obey me."

Finally the barrage of smacks stopped and as I breathed heavily into the pillows, trying to get my breath back, I felt my bottom hot and pulsing behind me. I felt it glowing with the shame I felt of having been punished in this way. Marcus let me lay a minute longer then pulled me up from my position and turned me towards him, pulling me into an embrace. We had rarely hugged in this way before, but now it felt good to be able to put my head against his chest and accept his strong arms around my shoulders and his kisses on the top of my head. "It's okay, Andy, it's over now," he murmured.

"Come on and pull up your pants, kiddo" he finally said. I bent and did so, not really trying to hide anything, and not sure of what to do once I had them back on. He put his hand on my back and guided me to the bathroom saying I should brush my teeth. He stood and watched me as I did, then led me to my bedroom and told me to get my nightgown on. I turned away and took off my shirt then slipped on my nightie and then, gingerly, pushed off my shorts leaving my panties on. I could feel the elastic rubbing against my spanked skin and I regretted this immediately, but Marcus was beckoning me to him. He was sitting on the bed and told me that just because my mother was away that she would still want to see what happened to me, so he was going to take a photo of my bum with his phone and text it to her. By now, I was too tired to be shocked or to fight back, and plus it seemed logical because mom often had me send her photo pics when she was away. Marcus told me to turn around and lift my gown and lower my panties. It was hard to do, but after a little struggle I was standing bare bottomed in front of my new dad again, and he was snapping pics of my punished rear.  I turned around to get a view of what he was seeing and when he saw this he asked: "You wanna see?"

I nodded and he said okay, pointing me at the full-length mirror in my room. I walked over, panties still at my ankles and then with my back to the mirror I lifted my night dress and saw that my little-kid bottom was bumpy with small welts and was such a bright pink that it looked almost funny. I ran my fingers over my skin, none of it broken but all of it aching and hot as a heater. I saw Marcus looking at me and I got shy and let my nightie drop.

"Take off those panties," he instructed. "You won't need them tonight." I kicked them off and joined him at the bed. He had something for me in his hands. "This is some cream for you to rub on your tush in the morning. Your mom would do it for you now if she were here, we discussed this and decided that this would be the ritual from now on. But since she's not here, do you want me to do it, or..." he trailed off, but I filled in the gap and said I would do it on my own.

"You took your first punishment like a good girl, Andy," he said, putting one hand on my shoulder now and lifting my chin to look up at him. "I'm sure you have learned your lesson and will mind me from now on. Am I right?"

"Yes, Sir" I said. Never having call him that before but feeling like something formal was required.

Marcus broke into his first smile of the night, and with laugh said "Good girl. I think you will be just fine. Now get some sleep, you have school tomorrow." He leaned in and gave me a hug, then waited as I slipped gingerly under the soft cool covers of my bed, and reached for my stuffed monkey. Before he turned out the light I blurted out, without thinking, "Marcus, can I call you Daddy?"

"Of course you can, sweet girl" was his reply. And, with that, he turned off the light and closed my bedroom door.

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