The day before their scheduled appointment, Nick texted Joni, ‘How’s it going? All set for tomorrow? Any issues I should know about?’

‘Can we talk?’ she answered back quickly, then saw an almost immediate ‘thumbs up’ emoticon.

“Hey, there. What’s up” Nick answered.

“My mom and step-dad still live in Springfield. We were talking about my step-brother’s upcoming wedding and my mom and I kinda got into an argument. I made a rude comment about his fiancé and was mean to my mom. My step-dad got on the phone and told me that it was only the distance between us preventing him from giving me a whoopin’ with his belt.”

“Wow,” Nick replied. “Sounds like I need to act as surrogate for your stepfather.”

“Uh huh,” Joni replied. “I figured as much. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, and be sure to wear a dress or skirt,” Nick responded.

Joni was a bit curious about his request and she had been thinking about wearing slacks to work the next day. She went into her closet and picked out a casual dress to wear instead.

Nick greeted her in full-stepfather mode, “Joni, your behavior and language are unacceptable and I’m going to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.” He led her by the upper arm and led her to the kitchen. For Joni, it reminded her of the numerous occasions in her younger years when hauled to the kitchen for a spanking. A kitchen chair was her mom’s preferred location to put young Joni over her knee for a long ‘discussion’ with her hairbrush or a wooden spoon. She was half expecting to see a wooden spoon waiting on Nick’s counter but was puzzled by the sight of garden shears.

He directed her to face the counter and ordered, “Lift your skirt.” She complied and he pulled down her panties and had her step out of them completely. He reached into a bag that Joni had failed to notice and extracted a two pink contraptions. They seemed to be plastic and Nick proceeded to take a tube from the bag and squirt a dollop of clear gel on one . It then occurred to her that these devices were destined to go inside her.

“Bend over,” he commanded and she felt pressure against her rectum and then an intruder slowly entered her. About the same time, the second device entered her vagina and for a moment she only felt completely filled. But then a pulsing vibration began. She looked over to see Nick fiddling with his phone and as his fingers tapped the screen, the rhythm and intensity of buzzing inside her changed. He set his phone on the counter and handed her the shears. “Go out to the willow tree,” he said, pointing at the tree in his yard. “Cut three switches, at least as long as your arm, no smaller than your pinkie and no bigger than your thumb.”

Joni paused for a moment. In her youth, she had friends who were punished with switches and the stories made them sound like the worst possible experience. “Get going or you’ll really regret it,” Nick ordered, cranking the intensity of her intruders. She hurried out to the tree, finding it hard to concentrate on his simple instructions with so much reverberation happening inside her. She got the switches cut and headed back to the house.

“Bend over, with your hands on your knees,” Nick ordered, swooshing the air with the willow stems. He tapped one against her bare cheeks and gave it a strike. Joni heard the snap and then a searing pain. Nick proceeded to imprint a twelve rung ladder on Joni’s backside before he paused and ran his fingers across the emerging welts. He pushed gently on each of the toys, pushing Joni even closer to climax. He pulled the vaginal vibrating probe partly out and then pushed it back. His motion became quicker and more forceful until Joni’s body spasmed.

When she had caught her breath, he pointed to a pad on the floor and instructed, “Kneel there.” He unzipped his pants and let his erection free. It was mere inches from her face and she leaned forward and gave it a kiss. She looked at him for approval and he nodded. Keeping eye contact as much as possible, she began to kiss, lick and suck until she felt his body tense. She continued and then felt the first surge of semen. Her lips were sealed around his pulsing cock until it was empty. She then showed Nick the milky pool in her mouth and swallowed. “That’s a good girl,” Nick complimented. “Have you learned your lesson?”

Joni smiled and nodded, thinking to herself she might be tempted to create false narratives about her parents if this was the outcome.