The Wrong Slipper

The Wrong Slipper 3

By Red Rover

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The Wrong Slipper-Part 3

By Red Rover

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. These people do not exist. No children, animals, birds or fish were harmed in the writing of this story.

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After breakfast, the Thatcher family scattered to do their morning chores. Stepmother Janet loaded the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen. Her two sons went out back and began cutting the lawn and weeding the garden. Stepdaughter Ellen, clad only in her bra and panties, got a bucket, brush and some old rags and began to clean out the boys' bathroom. She was just finishing up when the doorbell rang. Janet yelled out, "Get the door Ellen."

Reluctantly, the scantily clad teen opened the front door and discovered three teenage boys gawking at the exposed girl skin. 16-year-old Freddie Parker smiled and said, "Hi Ellie, are Hank and Roger around?"

"They're out back in the garden, " Ellen replied quickly, hoping the boys would go around the side of the house and allow her to close the door. they might have done just that if Janet had not suddenly appeared behind her.

"Freddie! Josh! Sammy! Come on in boys, “ Janet beamed. "Come on in and have some soda or juice,” I think there are some cookies left over too."

The three boys came in and headed for the kitchen. "Forget to get dressed, Ellie?" Josh smirked. "You look cute in your undies."

Ellen blushed furiously and was tongue tied. Janet laughed. "Ellen is being punished. She just had a good slippering and will get more later. Show the boys your bottom, Ellen."

Ellen turned around and posed reluctantly. Janet shook her head. "No, child, I said your BOTTOM, not your panties." Stepping forward, she grasped the waistband and pulled Ellen's panties down to her knees. "Now bend over and give them a good show."

Ellen whined and tried to edge away from the three boys. "Please don't do this, Mummy," she whimpered.

Janet shook her head. "Always the disobedient child. Sammy, get me the small paddle that's hanging in the kitchen."

"No, please, I'll do it," Ellen cried and bent over as far as she could.

"Too late, little missy, " Janet growled. "You obviously have not grasped the concept of instant obedience." She took the paddle from a smirking Sammy and smacked her stepdaughter full on the already reddened bottom. Now drop those panties to the floor and step put of them."

The cringing girl complied. Just then Roger and Henry came back into the house. Janet saw them and smiled grimly. "Looks like it's time for the afternoon entertainment, boys. Roger, take your sister's panties and toss them into the laundry basket. She won't be needing them any more today. Oh, and you might as well unhook her bra and take that too."

Ellen began wailing loudly, "Please don't do this to me, Mummy, I haven't done anything bad enough to deserve this." She struggled briefly as Roger unhooked her bra and removed it and then stood naked in front of the five boys and her mother, weeping in frustration and humiliation.

"Always the whiner," Janet sneered. "OK for the first event, Freddie, bring out that straight chair and put Ellen over your lap. Have you ever spanked a girl as old as Ellen?"

"No, ma'am,” Freddie replied, with a broad smile on his face. "But I think I know how to do it."

"Well we will let you practice a bit then first." Janet smiled. "Go ahead and start spanking her with your hand. Don't be afraid to spank hard, her bottom may look tender, but it is built for punishment."

Freddie began spanking tentatively, but soon was bringing his hand down on the squirming girl's bottom with full force and vigor. Ellen was already weeping when the spanking began and was soon sobbing forlornly as the boy's large hands smacked down again and again on the tender skin of her bottom. At Janet's suggestion, Freddie paused from time to time to run his hands up and down her legs and bottom, rubbing and fondling her inner thighs and private parts. he occasionally separated her bottom cheeks and let his fingernails scrape gently over the ultra-sensitive flesh between her vulva and rosebud. At this total violation of her most private areas, Ellen let out a wail of anguish and bucked and squirmed heroically, but to no avail.

Janet inspected her stepdaughter's bottom and nodded her approval. She handed Freddie the paddle and said, "OK, now for the main event. Paddle every square inch of her bottom and go down a few inches onto the thighs. Make sure you cover everything and put special emphasis on the crease where her little folds of baby fat meet the tops of her thighs."

Freddie swung into his new task with vigor and enthusiasm. His helpless victim, howled and bawled, kicked her legs frantically, clenched and unclenched her bottom cheeks and squirmed and twisted her bottom around on his lap in a vain effort to dodge the remorseless rising and falling of the paddle.

Finally, the spanking was over and Ellen lay broken and blubbering over Freddie's lap, unable to speak or even move her legs in a coordinated manner. Freddie began rubbing her bottom slowly and the other boys moved in to observe and feel the heat and redness of the teen's abused flesh. Josh slyly reached under her to feel her breasts and she squeaked in protest, but Janet noticed the move and reassured him. "It's OK, Josh, you can all feel her boobs, play with her nipples or anything else you want to do with her body that doesn't involve penetration. I know boys don't get much chance to play with nude girls your own age, so take full advantage of the opportunity."

Totally exhausted, physically numb and emotionally drained, Ellen could only lie helplessly over Freddie’s lap as the five boys explored their new toy. Her crying had subsided to a low throaty moan with an occasional whimper as a particularly sensitive area of her private parts was poked, prodded, pinched of fondled.

Janet beamed in satisfaction as she observed her hated step-daughter's mortification. This small, helpless child was a constant reminder of the man she had never loved and who had left most of his money to the girl's trust fund, depriving Janet and her boys of the opportunity to live in luxury on his hard-earned fortune. Someday she would find a way to break that will, but in the meantime, her only satisfaction would come in ensuring that the little slut got what she deserved. At times, Janet had considered killing the girl, but that would have cost her what limited control over the trust fund she had and the funds would have reverted to Ellen's three cousins in Minneapolis.

As the boys' interest in their almost comatose toy dwindled, Janet spoke up. "OK, we have cookies, soda and lemonade in the kitchen. Leave the little brat on the couch for a while and we'll have a snack."

TO BE CONTINUED

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