Sara’s Stepfather Steps In

“Sara Bethany Wegner, what do you think you are doing?!” I heard Sara’s Stepdad yell from across her house. “You’re alone with this boy in your room doing lord knows what? What would your mother say?” he continued. “You’re in a world of trouble young lady!”

I heard Sara plead, “no daddy, this was just this one time, and it’s not a big deal, I’ve never done this before,” but her Stepfather cut her off before she could finish the sentence.

“Cut the crap Sara,” he interjected, “I’ve been your stepdad for over a decade and you never once called me daddy or dad. Doing so now is not going to get you out of a punishment, and believe me young lady, you’re in for it,” He bellowed. “Both of you have no pants on and I saw his hands all up in your business, and I very well know this is not the first time you’ve pulled a stunt like this. You know I overhear you bragging about your escapades to all your bitchy little friends. Don’t play me for a fool right now!”

Though he had quieted his voice, I overheard him forcibly say to Sara’s boyfriend, “You know she’s under 18 right? And what, you have to be out of high school by now, no?” he questioned, “You have exactly 10 seconds to get the fuck out of my house.”

I made quick eyes with her boyfriend Jesse as he made a beeline for the front door, clutching his jeans and boxers which were just barely covering his privates. He jumped into his pants like a circus stunt, and ran out the door with genuine fear in his eyes.

“No daddy, don’t be mean to Jesse, don’t make him leave,” she cried from her bedroom, but again he shut her pleas down.

“Enough with the daddy bullshit Sara, no one is buying what you’re selling,” he snapped back.

And Sara’s stepdad was right. I had known Sara for years, (actually almost our whole lives as it turns out, but that is a different story), and she never once called her Stepfather “Dad” or “Daddy”, always by his first name, Marvin. She even said it in a bitchy way as if to mock him: “Marrr-venn!” She did it ALL THE TIME. She truly was a real “See You Next Tuesday”. Moreover, Sara did brag about sexual escapades, whether true or grossly exaggerated, to ALL her friends in an effort to achieve popularity. I had formerly been introduced to her freshman year as my best friend at the time was dating Sara over the summer after junior high. They had met at some youth symphony or whatever, and started their courtship right before high school.

She was always mean to him, and as his best friend, it rubbed me the wrong way. Sara was mouthy and playfully groped me multiple times in front of him while we were hanging out. She played it off like it was a joke, but Sara did that kind of immature stuff all the time. The touching and constant creepy talk grew tiresome. Sara was just smart enough that she was in all my AP classes, but I never heard her say anything enlightened or insightful. She was just good looking enough that she was in the popular crowd, but never the homecoming winner or queen bee. She dressed pretty scandalously with her belly always exposed and donned tank tops with her nipples showing through, but I wasn’t aroused by her act. She always talked about being a good Christian and going to church, but she also bragged about liking “When my boyfriend puts a finger in my ass while he’s eating my pussy.” By junior year, I had my fill of Sara’s bullshit.

So, I was none too pleased to be placed in her group for a year-long AP project that accounted for a good chunk of our grade. This required us to all meet up, on OUR time to work on a multi-month project, and I would be stuck having to cooperate with Sara to earn grades I needed for college. Two other girls and myself were always at Sara’s house for this stupid AP project, which she didn’t even take seriously. Often times, we would work in the family room while she snuck to her room to fuck around with Jesse, a loser 20 something just bumming around JC with a loud car and picking up on naive high school girls. We were all working on the project at Sara’s house that day when Jesse showed up unannounced, and the two of them made an exodus to her bedroom.

We could hear them fucking around through the door while we worked away, when just moments later, standing right before us was her Stepdad, Marvin. He had come home early to change for a dinner appointment, and looked at the three of us with a puzzled expression. Marvin was always nice to me, and a good stepfather. He loved Sara’s mom, provided for them, and drove us around to all kinds of school events without complaint. He was sort of effeminate, always wearing pink or powder blue polo shirts tucked into his khakis looking like Ned Flanders. Marvin was soft spoken and a real straight edge - just generally boring and another pushover in Sara’s life.

‘I just just stepped in for a second,'' he blurted, “where is Sara?” As he stared at us trying to figure out where Sara was, we could all hear the sexual sounds emanating from Sara’s room growing louder, and this caused an instant shift in his demeanor. Marvin quickly said, “I’ll be right back,” and made a run for her bedroom to discover what we assumed was quite the scene, followed by a complete shutdown of Sara’s sex sesh. After Jesse’s rapid exit, and a few choice words with Sara we couldn’t make out, we did hear him add, “Sara, just leave your pants off and go stand in the corner with your hands above your head until I know what to do with you. I just don’t understand what you’re thinking sometimes Sara, but I am going to handle it once and for all.”

“What are you going to do dad?,” Sara questioned with her whiny cry voice as he left her room.

“What I should have done a long time ago, Sara,” he snapped back. Marvin then magically appeared right in front of us to find three high school kids with a “deer in the headlights” stare. He calmly asked, “Did you three know about this?” We had no answer, as we were all just frozen in shock and fear from witnessing what had just happened and seeing the scary shift in Marvin. We were not enabling or helping Sara, she just bullied everyone into getting her way, and Marvin knew it. He didn’t even wait for us to answer before he exclaimed, “it’s ok, I wager I know what is going on here and I think it is time you three left.”

Marvin didn’t have to tell us twice, I grabbed my backpack and booked it with the other two ladies right behind me. They ran out the door and hoofed it home, leaving me on a park bench outside Sara’s house to wait for my parents to come by and pick me up after our AP meeting. Their house was shaped like a giant “C’ with the front door in the middle, and two bedrooms protruding out on either side. Sara’s parents room was on the left, and Sara’s room was on the right. Her window was cracked open, and between her vertical blinds, I could rather clearly see inside her bedroom from the park bench outside their house. There I gleefully watched and heard almost the entirety of Sara’s comeuppance.

First thing I could make out after discovering I had a front row seat for the show was Marvin banging around inside the house, rustling through drawers and cabinets in the kitchen. You could tell he was pissed. After a few minutes that seemed like an eternity, I saw him re-enter Sara’s room with a handful of items I couldn’t quite identify from my vantage point. He forcefully demanded, “Sara bend over the bed right now, miss.” I saw him remove his brown leather belt from his khakis, and guide her over the bed while she continually pleaded, “no Marvin, you can’t do this.”

“Oh I can and I will do this Sara,” he scolded, and then I heard the swats from Marvin’s belt start up.

“Snap”

The first clap was so loud I jumped, and Sara let out a cry. Before she could catch her breath from the first blow, Marvin had laid three more direct hits on her bottom, and continued to wail on her white backside while Sara kicked, screamed, and pleaded for him to stop.

“No more Marvin!” She squealed, “You can’t do this- no more please - it hurts!”

This onslaught on her ass lasted for many minutes until Sara’s posterior was glowing bright red and Marvin was visibly winded. Small welts were appearing and Sara was legitimately crying while trying to catch her breath. I am pretty sure Sara figured this was the end of her punishment, and she began to rub her sore bottom and leave her position bent over the bed.

“Oh no missy, I am not even close to done with you. Where do you think you are going?” he questioned. “Get up on your hands and knees and put your bottom high in the air.” Sara just continued bawling like a baby hoping her tears would cool Marvin’s temper, but he was having none of it. “You want to cry like a baby? Acting like a baby Sara? Or, are we going to start making some adult decisions?” He scolded. “Here’s what I think: if you are going to cry like a baby and act like a spoiled little child, then you should be treated accordingly. I am going to take your temperature in your bottom like a baby, and you can think about your behavior while I cut a switch and you hold the thermometer.”

Sara went to say something, and possibly plead with Marvin, but her breath was taken away when Marvin roughly jammed a lubed-up finger in her asshole. She let out a loud “oooh oh nooo,” followed by, “You can’t do this Marvin, stop, your finger hurts, pull it out!”

“Is this what you do with all the junior college losers Sara? Let them put their fingers all up inside you while everyone is hard at work?” He asked. He continued to bugger her poor asshole with his thick finger as he further scolded her. After Sara was good and lubed, Marvin shoved an old glass rectal thermometer in her ass, and she gave out another, “Uhh ugh” as he twisted the glass rod and pumped it in and out of her pink botty hole.

“Leave that thermometer in your naughty ass and don’t let it fall out,” he commanded, “in fact, don’t even move an inch until I return or you will be so sorry.”

I saw Marvin storm out of the room, then out the backdoor, to finally come around the side of their house to locate the hickory tree by the street. I had to move from my perch on their park bench to around the corner of the house so Sara’s Stepdad wouldn’t see me sticking around for the show. Once there, I watched Marvin expertly cut switches from his own tree, and burst back into the house, marching directly to Sara’s room. “DId you use this time to think about your actions Sara?”

“Yes sir,” she whimpered. “Am I done?” she asked as Marvin withdrew the rectal thermometer and placed the switches down on Sara’s nightstand.

“Not by a long shot Sara,” he confided. “You are just a terrible person inside and out and I am going to fix that right now. You’re getting two enemas and a good old fashioned switching, Spare the rod, spoil the child- it was true in my day, and I am going to show you what would have happened to me had I been even half the terror you are missy. I let your mom handle you for years and I said nothing, but not today, not again.”

I get the feeling Sara was not a huge stranger to the enemas because she didn’t seem surprised when he said this, and she only complained a little. I think she thought there was still a chance she got out of the full punishment if she played along and showed some remorse. I watched Sara just sit quietly on the bed as Marvin left to prepare her enema. She must have been thinking he meant a small fleet enema or little squeeze bulb style device, because I heard her start up again when Marvin returned to her room with a big, red, full, sudsy, open top enema bag.

“No dad, no.” she exclaimed, “not the bag- not all that water! The two bulbs are fine, but not the a big enema bag- that’s too much water”

“Oh yes Sara, and you are going to take every drop of this soapy enema as well as a follow up clear water rinse. I thought you were a big girl doing adult things with your friends, surely you’re ready for an adult sized enema? Hopefully by the time you are done today, you’ll have had your fill in more ways than one. I’m guessing it will be a long time before you want a boy to touch you down there again and we will have successfully flushed away your shitty attitude.”

I watched as Marvin jammed the fluted white douche nozzle deep into Sara’s asshole, and she let out a shriek of terror as he released the stopcock and began purging her bowles.

“Eeiii!” She piped, “take it out, take it out, I need to go”

“No way Sara, you’re taking this whole bag, every drop,” Marvin repeated.

Over the course of the next five minutes, I witnessed Sara writhe, gyrate, and whine her way through two quarts of soapy water until she was visibly clammy skinned and puppy panting through the cramps.

“It’s done Marvin, take it out,” she started up again, “I am so full, the cramps hurt, I need to goooo!”

After that I heard the empty enema bag emit the familiar gurgle, and Marvin ordered Sara to return to the corner of her room to retain the enema solution while he refilled the bag for her rinse enema. He stated on his way out her door, “lose a drop of that before I return and you won’t sit for a week.”

I won’t lie, watching Sara struggle to hold that enema solution seemed like karmic justice for all the shit she put us through. Even better, when Marvin returned a few minutes later and the ever-proud and wannabe popular Sara begged and pleaded to use the potty, only to have me and anyone else within earshot hear her noisy plops and endless deluge of what one could assume was murky water as she expelled her first enema into the toilet. She loudly sighed with relief, and I could tell that Marvin really knocked something loose with those soapsuds because Sara just shit endlessly until she was struggling to catch her breath on the loo. Despite being in the bathroom attached to her boudoir, one could still hear her struggle through the cracked bedroom window.

When she returned to her room, Marvin was already waiting with another full bag of solution. The apparatus looked different this time though, and I was able to identify that Marvin had changed out the white douche nozzle for what I would later learn was an extra-long red rubber colon tube. Sara’s eyes grew to cartoon-like size as she stared at the daunting clyster rig.

“Marvin, what is that?” she probed as her stepdad placed Sara back into position with her ass high in the air.

“It is a colon tube Sara, what your grandmother used to give a good, large, high, enema when the situation required it,” he informed, “And this is the perfect situation.”

With that, Marvin scooped up a large glob of lubricant and began working Sara’s asshole slowly and methodically, coating every inch of her rectum with the KY.

“Enough dad, stop, pull it out,” were her only sounds, but Marvin kept at it, adding a second finger to stretch her bottom hole as she complained away. Once he thought she was good and buggered, he readied the colon tube at her booty hole and shoved the first six inches into her lower colon. Finally convinced the tube was secure inside Sara’s rectum, Marvin undid the stockcock starting the flow for Sara’s second punishment enema. When the bag started to deflate, Marvin began snaking the long tube up into Sara six inches at a time, periodically stopping to rock the tube back and forth and all around in her bowels.

“Take it out, take it out,” she bleated as the water endlessly filled her while the colon tube continued its journey through her intestines. “Enough, please, I learned my lesson. I swear, just take it out!”

“Not a chance Sara,” her Stepdad snapped back, “You earned every drop, every stroke, all of this. Enough is enough.”

It was quite the sight seeing the ever-proud Sara with a rubber tail protruding from her buttocks like some misfit Greek mythological creature. Moreover, it was curiously satisfying to watch the length colon tube steadily disappear into her backside. Sara always had her belly exposed, and it was crazy to see her once flat tummy now taut with water and engorged as if she was pregnant. With about three quarters of the tube buried deep in her bowels, Sara began to employ a new strategy, and asserted, “You can’t do this Marvin, I am going to tell my mom.”

“Oh really Sara,” Marvin responded. “You’re going to tell your mom- and what do you think she is going to do when she finds out about you and Jesse?” he continued. “Your mom will find her dad’s old school paddle in the closet somewhere and continue where I left off. Is that what you want Sara? Oh, you think I am probing and stretching you? Wait until your mom takes you to the doctor and they clean, poke, probe, stretch, and scope your every hole to see what kind of damage Jesse did. Is that what you want?”

“No sir,” she whispered with her eyes scanning the floor.

Shortly after that, Sara quieted down and took the rest of the colon tube and enema with very few complaints until the bag finally finished and Sara motioned to go use the bathroom.

“Not so fast there girl,” Marvin chirped, “I still have to remove the colon tube and you have a bit more water to go.”

“What?” Sara quickly responded, “The bag is all empty.”

Looking Sara directly in the eyes, Marvin reached over and poured the remnants of the enema water pitcher in the open spout of the fountain syringe. It had to be less than a quart, but I don’t think the volume mattered to Marvin, it felt like a statement. He slowly removed the tube from her now sore asshole while the last of the water rushed into her already-full rectum. In Marvin’s hand was a large piece of ginger root carved into the shape of a butt plug, which he shoved up Sara’s asshole right after removing the last few inches of colon tube.

“Arrgh-eee it stings” Sara shouted as the ginger began to serve its purpose.

“Yes I know Sara, I am hoping this figging today curbs your cravings and makes you think twice before letting anyone inside you,” Marvin explained.

With Sara plugged and the enema solution safe inside her for the time being, Marvin bent Sara over her bed once again so he could switch her naughty backside while she held just over two quarts of enema. While moving into position, Sara finally noticed that her window was cracked and anyone could be hearing or seeing this epic punishment session.

“Ah, Dad, the window was open this whole time,” she exclaimed, “close it or all my friends are going to hear and see me.”

“Sara, enough with the faux modesty,” Marvin clapped back, “you tell your friends all your dirty details and now you’re worried? You should be worried about getting knocked up by some loser with a jacked up truck and glass packs, have you thought of that as a possible consequence to your actions?”

With that, Mavin began laying down a volley of blows on Sara’s already crimson backside with his homemade hickory switches.

“Schwick!”

“Schwick!”

“Schwisssl”

The hits continued until Sara’s stepdad busted the first of the switches on her glowing ass. Welts were already developing and you could see places on her milky white tushy where the skin was breaking. Unhindered, Marvin grabbed another switch and went back to painting Sara’s buttocks and upper thighs with steady strokes. I could see some fluid dripping from around the ginger root butt plug as Sara screamed, curled her toes, and generally struggled through the whipping. I am not sure what happened next because my parents pulled up as Marvin was still switching Sara into submission, and I wanted to make my getaway before being discovered.

I wish I could say that Sara was a totally different person after that day, but I guess some people are just wired wrong. That said, I never heard Sara call her stepdad Marvin again, so I guess some things can change.