The Step-Sister, Chapter Thirteen

[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter One


Claudia Petrilli was not enthused when her father remarried.

For years, she had reaped the benefits of being an only child of a single parent. Especially since her father’s job required a decent amount of travel. While that may have been lonely for some, Claudia thrived on the freedom it offered. Her house became one of the default places to party, as it was the perfect combination of parentless and slightly secluded in location. All it took was a five dollar cover charge at the door, and she made enough to hire a maid to put the place back together the next morning and to reimburse her friend’s older cousin for all the alcohol. Despite being a bit of an outsider who spent most of her time at the skatepark and didn’t care for the majority of her classmates, almost everyone knew Claudia’s name simply from the fact that she was a constant party host. It was ideal. Solid reputation, very little effort.

Her curfew was practically nonexistent, even when her father was home. Since she was trusted to be home alone so often anyway, it was pretty easy to make him cave on the matter. As for grades, who cared? C’s got degrees, and Claudia had no interest in university anyway. She was going to travel the world, or become a skateboard teacher, or maybe a sexy bartender who raked in more money in tips than some ‘part of the system’ graduate who buried herself in student loan debt just to get an average paying job anyway. Whatever. She would figure it out.

And then, everything changed.

Her father met one Amanda Porter, and they got hitched within the year. Amanda was everything Claudia’s father wasn’t. She was strict, and seemed to think that all the rules that her daughter Sara abided by should also apply to Claudia. As if. Then there was Sara, who was almost as much of a nuisance as Claudia’s new step-mother. The girl made a habit of bringing attention to certain things, with nonchalant comments like ‘You got in super late last night, sis,’ ‘So, how’d your big test go today?’ etc.

Amanda and Sara moved in near the end of Claudia’s junior year. Sara was the same age as Claudia, which meant they ended up having a number of classes together. The step-sister was all skirts and blouses, almost exclusively in preppy pinks and purples; she was a total contrast to Claudia, who wore darker and more casual clothes. Plenty of classmates were amused at the step-siblings’ relationship, as the outfits were just the tip of the iceberg. The two girls were polar opposites. Neatly pinned up hair vs. messy ponytails, straight A’s vs. barely passing grades, and social butterfly vs. aloof outsider.

Sara had no trouble making friends from day one, while Claudia ended up suffering from her new family’s existence. With double the people in their household, the parties had to stop. Not only did Claudia’s step-mother travel less, but Sara also couldn’t be trusted to keep her mouth shut. Even on the weekends where it was just the two high school girls, Claudia didn’t want to risk it. Amanda was starting to get to Mike in terms of rules and discipline, and throwing a rager was a lot different than staying out late on a weeknight. Dropping the nearly bi-weekly parties was an enormous pain. Claudia didn’t give a shit about the social aspect; it was more that she enjoyed being able to crash in her own bed at the end of the night, and now she had to deal with the inconvenience of a lumpy sofa or finding a ride if she didn’t feel like staying at someone else’s place.

Summer had been a great escape, as there was less talk of curfew during the week and no one harping on grades. Sara had gotten a summer job, which meant that Claudia had the house to herself more often than not when the other three were at work. She didn’t even realize how much she missed the peace and quiet until she had it again, and it was equally nice to be able to fool around with girls she brought over without sneaking around and playing the ‘friend’ card. Claudia was a lesbian, and she wasn’t ashamed of it. The only reason she was partially ‘in the closet’ was because it was tactical. It wasn’t a huge secret at school, but it made things convenient at home when she went upstairs to “study” with a girl. Or, if said girl spent the night, no one batted an eye if they stayed in the same room for a sleepover.

Now that school had started up again, Claudia was back to dealing with a strict step-mother and an overbearing step-sister. With an early birthday, Claudia had been eighteen for quite some time. It was a month into her senior year, she was technically an adult, and yet most of her family still treated her like a child thanks to how she was being painted more and more like the irresponsible and rebellious child compared to perfect Sara. Earlier curfews started being suggested, as well as an insistence on a ‘study hour’ after school. Her step-mother even proposed a wardrobe overhaul every now and then, testing the waters with the idea every now and then with the idea. And, with her father out of town so often, it was easier for the two new family members to make attempts at messing with her life. Of course, Claudia was having none of it, and would constantly blow them off. She stuck with on-committal responses to ‘suggestions’ without actually agreeing, and then just did whatever she wanted anyway once the conversation was said and done.

Claudia was excited for a weekend to herself. Both Mike and Amanda were going to be away for business through the end of Monday, and Claudia planned on making the most of that time. With no adults around and no expectations to at least check in every now and then, it was the perfect opportunity to stay at her friend’s place and figure out if they’d work well as roommates after graduation. The stars had aligned, as both of Erica’s parents were also out of town for a few days.

Of course, Sara had to go and complicate things. Halfway through Claudia’s last class of the day on Friday, she received a text from her step-sister. ‘Mom said I was in charge for the weekend. I expect you home right at 3:30, okay?’

Claudia almost scoffed out loud, but managed to bite her tongue when she remembered the history lecture currently going on. She was in the back row, not really listening, but that didn’t mean she wanted to draw attention to herself. Settling for an eye roll, Claudia flicked the text away and got back to the crude drawing in her sketchbook that was a lot more interesting than both history. As for her step-sister’s message, there was no need to dignify it with a reply.

The moment the final bell rang, she hopped up from her desk and made a beeline to her locker to retrieve her skateboard. Finding Erica and company next, the small group all hopped in Claudia’s car and drove straight to the park. It was Friday, which meant the place would only get more crowded until the sun started going down. As usual, it was a solid combination of skating and sitting around shooting the shit.

When the others decided it was time to hang out in the woods for a little bit, Claudia took the opportunity to step away and get her errand done. Smoking had never been her thing, and she also needed to grab some clothes and toiletries from the house for her extended sleepover. Maybe some booze and electronics, too, depending on how much room was left in her bag after everything else.

The house was eerily quiet when she stepped through the front door. Strange. Sara usually played music when it was just her, or just the two of them home without their parents around. Claudia didn’t dwell on it for too long, nor did she call out to see if her step-sister was home. It would be a lot easier to get in and out if she could do so without unnecessary conversation, after all. Going over the mental checklist of items to grab, Claudia padded upstairs as quietly as she was able in case Sara was in her room and hadn’t heard her arrival. If she could avoid talking with the stuck-up girl, that would be ideal. If Sara wasn’t home, even better.

Knowing which creaky floorboards to avoid from countless nights of sneaking in late, she made her way down the upstairs hallway and cracked her bedroom door just widely enough so she could slip through. Gently closing the door behind her, she finally turned towards the room itself.

Claudia gasped.

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What was waiting for her?

An empty bedroom, totally stripped of all her possessions?

Sara, sitting at Claudia’s desk in front of her unlocked PC?

Or a near exact replica of Sara’s room?

[jimmythehand]

Nice setup. If we're supposed to vote, I'll go for option 2 - the PC. There are a few ways that could go, all of them enjoyable. I'm sure it will be good whichever prompt you go with though!

[*Lady Lucia*]

Oops, I suppose I should have clarified! The vote will be on my Patreon, but I just wanted to show my first CYOA attempt over here in its entirety; story options included!

--Lady Lucia

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Okay, I feel the need to post some stuff just so people have other things to read aside from that nonsensical thread from the last couple days. XD


CHAPTER TWO


Her entire bedroom was empty.

Like, empty empty. Her bed and desk were still there, but even those had been stripped of anything personal. Claudia’s comforter had been removed, as had the sheets and pillows, leaving nothing but a bare mattress sitting on her bed frame. The desk was just that–a desk. No lamp, no wrinkled stack of clean clothes that had recently been dumped there after their cycle in the dryer, and not a single electronic to be seen. The drawer was likely emptied as well, but Claudia raced over and yanked it open anyway.

Nothing. All of her personal things were missing, including a number of inappropriate items. Steadying herself on the desk for a moment, she took a deep breath and tried to slow down frantic thumping of her heart. What was going on?! It was less about the bare room, and more about the nerve-wracking knowledge of what had been hidden all around the place. Sex toys, condoms, a fake ID, alcohol, ‘borrowed’ assignments; those were just a few of the things that sprang to mind. While Claudia was pretty open about her sex life, that didn’t mean she wanted her parents seeing all her private things. The other stuff was bad, too. If she was turned in for cheating, that could screw with a few of her barely passing grades. Every fleeting projection hit her like a truck, and she actually thought she was going to throw up for a second.

A buzz from her pocket broke her out of the mental spiral. “Fuck,” Claudia muttered to herself. It was probably her friends, wondering when she’d be back. While she normally prided herself as a girl who played it cool and never gave a shit, it was going to take a lot to keep it together this weekend while trying to figure out why her parents would do something like this. The good news was, they were gone all weekend, but that just meant a serious lecture looming on her horizon. But why hadn’t they talked to her first? This was so extreme. It was obviously her step-mother’s idea, but why hadn’t her dad defended Claudia, or at least given her a chance to fix whatever it was they considered the problem. Also, what was the problem? Curfew? Grades? Did they finally figure out that Claudia had been fucking girls left and right right under their noses? Not knowing was a frustrating addition to the already horrible surprise she was just hit with.

It wasn’t one of her friends calling, however. It was Sara.

Normally, Claudia would have let it go to voicemail, like she intended to do pretty much all weekend while enjoying her freedom. But there was always the chance that Sara’s mother had said something about all this, and any bit of information would be better than being in the dark. Picking up the phone, Claudia realized belatedly that she had no idea what to say. She felt way off her game at the moment. “What?” she bluntly asked. Nothing more clever came to mind.

“Hey, sis!” Sara exclaimed. Even over the phone, her preppy voice was grating. “You don’t look so hot. Maybe you should have gotten here by 3:30, like I told you to.”

It took a moment for the words to sink in. The implication wasn’t particularly subtle, but Claudia had been so stuck on the assumption that this had been her parents’ doing that shifting to a different train of thought required a few seconds of processing. And, even when she got there, she didn’t believe it. “Bullshit,” she spat. There was no way her step-sister would be this brazen, and it also would have been impossible to clear out Claudia’s whole room in the hour or two she was at the skatepark. “Sara, spill.”

Her sister didn’t say anything for a few seconds. Finally breaking the silence with a small giggle, she said, “Why do you dress like that? Is it to look edgy, or is it a coded beacon to all the other lesbians in town?”

Claudia’s jaw dropped. Lips slightly parted in surprise, she found herself at a total loss for words. Sure, they went to school together, but she had always held onto the hope that Sara didn’t know. The two of them existed in completely different circles, and it’s not like Claudia had ever made a pass at those preppy, prudish girls. “Sara-” she began. Honestly, it mattered a lot less that Sarah knew. The bigger question was whether or not she had told anybody. Was this the reason behind the extreme punishment of all Claudia’s things being taken? “Spill.” Rather than letting herself get baited, she pushed for the question that had been avoided.

“You look surprised. Honestly, I don’t know why. I’ve known from the start. People love to gossip, especially when the new girl in town asks for dirt on her mysterious sister. And no, I haven’t told Mike, or my mom. You’re welcome.”

It was only then that something else from Sara’s greeting a minute ago registered. She had commented on how Claudia looked, and had been doing the same thing ever since. Mentioning Claudia’s outfit, and now her expression. It’s not like her sister was watching from the closet, as her voice would have given away her location. And, now that Claudia was glancing that way, she could see that the closet doors were open and every piece of clothing had been removed. It was fucking insane. Focusing up, Claudia walked over to her window and glanced at the house across the street and the nearby copse of trees. No way her uptight sister would risk climbing a tree and potentially ruining one of her precious skirts.

“It’s not that difficult, Claudia,” Sara said, “I told you, mom put me in charge for the weekend. That means I need to keep an eye on you. Now, you’re a smart girl when you apply yourself. Now, how do I know that you’re holding your phone in your left hand and looking out the window?”

‘Because you can see me at the window.’ Stupid. Claudia stepped out of view to prove the theory and wishfully went to see if any if maybe her bedside drawer had been spared. She only made it halfway before spotting something out of the corner of her eye. Turning to get a better look, she gasped more loudly than when discovering the empty room. There was a camera in the upper corner by her closet.

“What the FUCK, Sara?!” she exclaimed. Staring right at the invasion of privacy, Claudia’s first thought–after pushing past the infinite offense taken–was how long that had been there. Just last night, she had pleasured herself to an erotic story paired with a few pictures of hot girls to round things off. If her parents had installed it and seen the footage, Claudia would have to run away from home and start a new life. But if it really was Sara, that presented a whole host of different problems.

No, Claudia would have noticed it. Even though there was no cord, as it was one of the round ones that probably had a solid battery life, it had still been decently easy to notice in her peripherals. This was new.

“Mm hmm.” Sara’s voice was annoyingly smug. “Now, before you go taking that down and destroying it with a hammer, listen up. If you want all your stuff back–including your car keys, by the way–then all you have to do is show me that you can be a proper, responsible girl. Do you think you can manage that?”

Fuck. This really was Sara, wasn’t it? Either Claudia’s sister was lying and piggybacking off an out of the blue punishment from their parents, or she had done this all herself. Either way, Sara was the current problem, and seemed to have access to the camera. That much must have been all her. Still. Claudia wasn’t just going to roll over. “Fuck you, Sara. I’m calling-”

“What, calling your dad?” she asked, “Good luck. If you actually talked to our parents, ever, you’d know that their itinerary is non-stop business today. Do you really want to drag him out of an important conference to whine that your sister is being mean to you? Last time I checked, everyone trusts me more anyway. Oh, and I used your credit card to buy it. Maybe you’re secretly a cam girl, and wanted to try a new angle for your amateur lesbian porn.”

“Sara!” Claudia exclaimed.

“Here’s the deal, sis. You’re going to go take a shower, come to my room in just a towel, and politely ask me to dress you up. If you’re a good little doll, we can talk about your stuff. Otherwise, you can kiss your old room goodbye and everyone can hear all about what I found in there. And I mean everyone. Oh, and you bet your ass I’ll stretch the truth about a few of your dirty treasures.”

Pausing to let all that sink in, Sara finally asked, “So, what’s it going to be, Claudia?”


What will Claudia do?

Call her father for help anyway?

Get a ride from a friend and deal with this all later?

Or do as Sara says?

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CHAPTER THREE


A variety of profanities and insults were on the tip of Claudia’s tongue. There were endless creative and colorful ways she could tell step-sister to get fucked, but that wouldn’t solve the problems she was facing at the moment. She wasn’t scared of being outed to their parents, although it would be an enormous inconvenience if Sara ratted on her. But everything else? Apparently, Sara had swiped the car keys Claudia had habitually dropped on the hallway table downstairs a few minutes ago, and was also in possession of Claudia’s credit card information. And that was on top of the stripped bedroom.

For a moment, Claudia considered calling someone. One of her friends, maybe. But this was too much to ignore. If she left now, there was no telling which of Sara’s threats might be activated immediately. Deep down, Claudia knew that the best response to blackmail was to rip off the band-aid and just deal with the fallout–that was the necessary price for freedom. Easier said than done. “Fine,” Claudia muttered into the phone. She scowled at the security camera up in the corner, though managed to resist flipping her sister off.

“Good choice, sis!” Sara exclaimed, “Now, your grades are pretty atrocious, but you can be bright when you put your mind to it. I know you can! So, tell me what you’re going to do to be a proper sister for me.”

For a fleeting moment, Claudia considered hanging up and changing her mind. Except the patronizing tone in Sara’s voice was grating to the point where it was almost like the intention was to bait out a reaction. Rather than giving her the satisfaction, Claudia simply answered in the most blunt and monotone way. “Shower. Towel. Dress Up.” Even in its most simple form, the third part made her cringe internally.

“I hope you have a better attitude in my room. Remember, you have to ask me politely to dress you up. You can handle that, can’t you? I mean, your manners definitely need some work. So, I think-”

This time, Claudia hung up.

The temptation to just leave was still fairly fresh. Staying, however, would at least give her a chance to talk to Sara face to face. Claudia also considered just storming down the hall to jump right into that confrontation, or to trash Sara’s room in retaliation, but responses like that had probably already been accounted for. If Sara went through all the trouble of emptying the bedroom and installing a camera, she would at least think to lock her own bedroom door for the time being, and/or hide away anything important that could be taken out of revenge. So, instead of turning left, she turned right.

Before entering the bathroom a few doors down, Claudia paused by the linen closet. Checking the upstairs hallway for more cameras, and grateful to see that her step-sister hadn’t gone full psycho and put them up all around the house, Claudia took the time to hide her phone in a folded towel near the bottom of a stack. The bathroom door didn’t have a lock, and she wasn’t stupid enough to leave her last unconfiscated possession on the counter by the sink. Not when Sara could waltz in mid-shower to take it.

The bathroom itself had been staged for her arrival. Claudia first noticed that her plain dark towel was nowhere in sight; in its place was a pink towel embroidered with her name. The matching ‘Sara’ one was neatly hung right next to it on the rack. They were a recent gift from one of Sara’s aunts. Claudia had managed to force a polite smile at the time, but then proceeded to stuff hers into the closet and never actually use it. “Fucking bitch,” Claudia muttered. She should have burned that towel. Obviously, alternative options were right across the hall, but it would be better to intentionally do what Sara wanted. Until the opportune moment, when Claudia could get the upper hand on her sister and somehow force her to give everything back and keep her mouth shut about the rest.

All of Claudia’s toiletries had been removed as well, as had a number of Sara’s more expensive products. Smart. The only things left on the counter were a hair dryer, a brush, lotion, and deodorant. Knowing Sara, the latter two would be girly and scented. The shower was more of the same–flowery looking soap, shampoo, and conditioner. There was only one of each, which meant Claudia was going to be left smelling like a fucking princess.

Groaning in frustration, she yanked the shower curtain closed and began running the water.


Claudia stood in front of Sara’s bedroom door.

Throughout the whole shower, she had kept a careful ear out for the bathroom door being opened. She had also peered around the curtain a dozen times along the way to catch Sara in the act. Surprisingly, there had been no attempt to swipe her phone or the last of her clothes. Was her sister that confident, or was she just intentionally being unpredictable?

Claudia took her sweet time in the shower, despite her vigilance and paranoia. If Sara wanted to have fun at her expense, then she would need to wait around for a while. It was petty and insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but Claudia didn’t care. It helped. After taking an equally long time drying her hair and brushing it out, it was time to leave the safety and privacy of the bathroom. From the neck up, Claudia was still her hot, alternative self. The rest of her body, wrapped in light pink? Not so much.

It’s not that she was scared of what was waiting on the other side of the door. If anything, Claudia’s hesitance was due to her lack of a battle plan. Her long shower hadn’t been enough to figure out the best approach. After all, Sara had stolen material possessions AND was holding onto secrets and information. Also, Claudia wasn’t sure which one of them would win in a fight if it came to that. Her sister was academic and preppy on the surface, but was rich enough to take all kinds of workout classes. They were around the same size, too, so no advantage there. And if the catfight went in Claudia’s favor, what then? Would holding Sara down and demanding things from her be enough? Probably not, considering how stubborn and arrogant she was all the time.

So what, then? Claudia wasn’t the begging type. She wouldn’t stoop that low for anyone, least of all her step-sister. Threatening to tattle was so childish, but who else besides their parents would be able to make Sara stop this bullshit? And a civil conversation was out of the question. Their relationship was far from warm on a normal day, and this was nowhere near normal. Ultimately, Claudia decided to stick with what always worked for her: rolling with the punches.

She knocked. Twice, pointedly.

“Come in!” Sara exclaimed. Peppy. Of course. Rolling her eyes, Claudia opened the door and strode into the room. Sara was seated at her desk chair, with her usual perfect posture and prudish outfit. Lips curling upwards at the sight of her towel-clad sister, she said, “Oh, hey Claudia. Do you need something?”

Not yet. Claudia could bide her time a little longer. “Will you please dress me up?” The words were polite, but the tone was very much like when an authority figure made her apologize for something she wasn’t actually sorry for.

The smirk didn’t last long. Sara grinned, beaming as she clasped her hands together. “I would LOVE to, Claudia! Oh, I’m so glad you came to me for wardrobe help.” She stood up and placed a hand on her hip. “Okay, let’s see what I’m working with. Drop the towel. You can’t be a blank canvas if I can’t see all of you.”

Claudia wasn’t fazed in the slightest. She wasn’t shy when it came to nudity around other girls, and she was also hot. If Sara thought a request like that would make her uncomfortable, she had another thing coming. Without a trace of hesitation, Claudia loosened the towel and let it drop to the floor. She placed a hand on her own hip to mimic Sara’s pose. “Happy?”

“Mm hmm,” Sara hummed, “Now, let’s see . . .”


What will Sara suggest?

Have Claudia bend over, so Sara can add a splash of red to her blank canvas?

Dress Claudia up in preppy clothes, lingerie and all?

Or keep her naked, and get her started on homework?


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CHAPTER FOUR

For how prim and proper she came across as, Sara clearly didn’t have any reservations when it came to the nudity before her. She shamelessly looked Claudia up and down for a few long seconds, taking in her bare front side and lingering the slightest bit on the more private areas.

Scoffing a bit, Claudia asked, “So are you a closeted lesbian, or what?” Normally, she’d refer to herself as gay. It was the more casual term, and was far less sexualized than the other. However, Sara used ‘lesbian’ several times already since this nightmare began, no doubt as a more pointed threat about the knowledge she had. Claudia wanted to throw it right back in her face, and perhaps use the idea as a weapon of her own. Even if it wasn’t true, it would sew the seeds of doubt with their parents. Although, if it was true . . .

Sara just smiled. “Maybe a little curious sometimes. Want to be my first?”

“Fuck off.” Claudia snapped. Despite the teasing and the leering, she kept her hands on her hips. Her step-sister could look all she wanted. Claudia refused to flinch.

“You’re not my type, anyway. Well, not yet. So, Clauds, do you remember what you need to do to earn your room back?”

“I need to be proper, and straight laced, and as boring as you?” She actually couldn’t remember the exact criteria. That felt close enough.

Sara just smirked. “Close, sis. You need to show me that you can be a proper and responsible girl.”

“Whatever. Let’s get on with it, then.”

“Ah, ah. Not yet. Before we get into all that, let’s talk about your behavior lately. You’ve been cutting class, failing tests, breaking curfew, and fucking girls behind our parents’ backs. Not to mention the language, the revealing clothes, and your overall attitude.”

Claudia just rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I’ve been enjoying life. So what?”

“This is exactly the problem,” Sara said, “No accountability. You don’t care. But I told you earlier, Mom said that I was in charge for the weekend. And I think you’re long overdue for some discipline, Claudia.”

“Umm, okay?”

“I’m serious. So here’s what’s going to happen, sis. You’re going to bend over, and I’m going to give you a good, old fashioned spanking.”

“Excuse me?” Claudia actually laughed at the notion. At this point in her life, especially considering the kinds of girls she fooled around with, spankings had more of a sexy connotation than anything else. “If you want me that badly, Sara, just say so.” To punctuate her reverse teasing, Claudia dropped one of the arms from her sides and gave her own ass a resounding smack.

Sara just scowled. “I mean it, Claudia. Or I could snap your skateboard in half, and burn your weed, and show our parents your fake ID, and donate all your oh so edgy clothes, and-”

“Okay, okay! Jesus,” Claudia groaned, “I get it. Fine. Where do you want me?” The whole thing was ridiculous. Sara didn’t turn her on, which meant something like this was just going to be boring without the other elements that were usually part of the roughness Claudia and the occasional partner fought to be in the driver’s seat for.

“How about over my desk?”

“Sure, whatever.”

Without another word, Claudia walked over to Sara’s desk in all her naked glory. She didn’t care. As a hot girl, there wasn’t an ounce of shame that came with her exposure. Especially when her anger and annoyance towards Sara for all this pretty much overrode any other emotions floating around here and there. Naturally, Sara’s desk was pristine, like everything else about the Type A girl’s room. Claudia didn’t want to deal with the indignity of being told to do something she was already about to do, so she partially bent over and placed her forearms down. Just for good measure, she inched slightly forward on the desk and jutted her bare ass out at the same time.

As in, this wasn’t demeaning. It was sexy.

Seemingly unaffected by the show, Sara just said, “Now hold still.” Rather than coming over to set herself up for the impending spanking, the preppy dressed girl pulled out her chair and sat down at the desk instead. She reached to the section of organized school supplies in the back corner and retrieved a pink pen along with a plain index card.

“What are you doing?” Claudia had been ready to get the stupid punishment over and done with. Instead, she found herself with an up close view of what Sara looked like when she was being her usual academic self and working on AP assignments instead of having fun. It was also the first time Claudia’s bare boobs had been ignored by another girl from such a proximity.

Removing the cap from the girly pen, Sara didn’t say a word. Instead, she simply wrote in bold, capital letters that Claudia could easily read from the way her eyes were less than a foot above Sara’s hand.

CUTTING CLASS
FAILING TESTS
BREAKING CURFEW
FUCKING GIRLS
VULGAR LANGUAGE
SLUTTY CLOTHES
HORRIBLE ATTITUDE

Turning the card towards Claudia when she was done, Sara asked, “So which one would you like to be disciplined for first?”

As far as Claudia was concerned, only the first few were relevant. Her sexuality was hardly something worth punishing, and the rest of the list was simply her personality that clashed with Sara’s uptight nature. While she was bent over and just trying to get through all this in the name of getting her possession back, however, there was no sense in arguing. It’s not like Sara would listen, anyway. “Cutting class,” Claudia bluntly answered. It was less choosing, and more stating the first item on the list to give her sister as little satisfaction as possible.

“Now try it politely. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

“Cutting class, please.”

“And what should I do to discipline you for cutting class?” Sara asked. While the words were patronizing, her tone was still calm and neutral as she met Claudia’s eyes.

Staring back and refusing to be intimidated or to make this more fun in any way for Sara, Claudia bluntly said, “Will you please spank me for cutting class?”

Breaking the cool facade as easily as the facade had replaced her peppy attitude from before, Sara smirked. “With pleasure.” She reached into the nearby drawer and pulled out a hairbrush that Claudia immediately recognized as her own. Hopping up from the chair, Sara circled around until she was behind Claudia and out of sight. “Now, let’s set some ground rules,” she said, “If you try to get up or if you complain at all, then say goodbye to your skateboard forever. Do you understand, Claudia?”

Her skateboard. Before, it was part of a long list of things she wanted back. But now that her precious board was called out by itself . . .

“Sara, you can’t-”

“Yes, I can. I swear to God, sis, I will throw it into a fucking woodchipper. Now, are you going to hold still and take the spanking you deserve?”

“Yes. I’ll hold still and take it,” Claudia sighed. Despite herself, she lightly blushed at the unintentionally suggestive phrase.

“Good. Ready?” Without waiting for a reply, Sara gripped Claudia’s hairbrush and slammed it as she could against Claudia’s pale backside.

Claudia’s plan had been to proudly take it, which had been her idea even before she was made to say as much. Instead, she involuntarily cried out from the unexpectedly harsh blow. Turns out, Sara’s version of spanking was nothing at all like the variety Claudia was accustomed to. The first strike was HARD, way harder than the aggressive kinky spanks she had experienced before. Not only that, but a hairbrush hurt so much more than another girl’s hand.

Furious with herself that she had shown a moment of weakness on the very first spank, Claudia belatedly bit her lip and steeled herself for the next one. She was just caught off guard; that’s all. Now that she was prepared for what she was in for, she’d be better moving forward.

“Something to say, Claudia?” Sara asked in a lilting voice.

Once again not letting her smug question linger, she cracked the brush down onto Claudia’s opposite cheek.

What will Claudia do?

1. Speak up immediately about how it’s too hard, and risk losing her skateboard?

2. Suffer in silence–in speech, at least–while Claudia spanks her ass black and blue?

3. Or make it halfway, only to fail anyway when she can’t take it any more?

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CHAPTER FIVE

Bracing herself didn’t help.

The second strike of the hairbrush was worse than the first. Claudia’s body jolted forward, subconsciously trying to escape the source of the pain, but that only resulted in a more uncomfortable position as she remained bent over the desk.

Two spanks in, and Claudia realized a major flaw in her smug approach to all this–Sara wasn’t experienced with stuff like this. In the bedroom, there’s an art to being rough with your partner. As far as Claudia knew, her step-sister wasn’t the kinky type. Going too hard and too fast was a beginner’s mistake, and the bottom girl was the one who paid the price. For face slapping, there’s potential whiplash, jaw pain, and more. For spanking, there’s the risk of bruises and vein popping; the latter can look particularly unattractive. Two hard spanks like that with the hairbrush were fine. More? It would depend on a lot of things Claudia didn’t trust Sara to know.

But it was too late. Sara had given her rules already–no getting up, and no complaining. Technically that didn’t mean ‘no talking,’ but Claudia didn’t necessarily want to test where that line was. Her skateboard meant a lot to her, and she was in too deep to back out now.

WHAP. The backside of the hairbrush crashed down onto her bare ass again; the first cheek, establishing an alternation. Of course, with how Type A Sara was. Claudia managed to avoid reacting, neither verbally nor physically, as she refused to show even more weakness to her sister. WHAP. It wasn’t until the fourth blow that Claudia thought about something else; Sara hadn’t given her a number. Not that the average authority figure would state such a thing before getting started, but it would still be nice to know. Four of ten? Manageable. Claudia’s backside was desensitized enough from her experimentation with other girls that she could weather a few more of Sara’s harsh hairbrush spanks. It wasn’t pleasant, but she could deal. More than that? Questionable, if she continued being struck that hard with no breaks or lightening up.

“You really are a bad girl,” Sara said. WHACK. The hairbrush aggressively punctuated her statement. Her tone was anything but flirty or sensual, which is how those words would normally be presented. Instead, it was almost mocking, with a dash of patronizing. “Such a disappointment.” WHACK. “Your dad goes too easy on you.” WHACK. “Good thing you have me to set you straight. WHACK.

Claudia thought she could make it to ten. However, the eighth blow had enough of a punch to it that another embarrassing yelp escaped her lips. “Sara!” she exclaimed. Claudia managed to stay in position, but she had to say something. It was too much. She didn’t even consider the fact that her lack of reaction might have driven Sara to push for one. “That’s too hard!”

Sara just giggled, in that annoyingly preppy way that was all too familiar. “It’s a punishment, Clauds.” WHAP. “It’s supposed to hurt.” As if to prove it, she wound up even more and slammed the hairbrush down on Claudia’s exposed ass.

Claudia’s lips parted in a full O, but no sound came out. The aggressively hard spank was a far cry from the pleasurable pain she was used to; it felt twice as hard as any of the previous ones, and was enough to momentarily take her breath away. That could have just been because she was more vulnerable after the previous ones, but- SMACK. Her thoughts were interrupted when Sara returned to the other cheek, who had decided that the previous spank was the new benchmark. Claudia squeaked at the heightened pain, squirming in discomfort and getting as far as “Sara-” before, SMACK.

That was it. There was only so much Claudia could handle. She knew it was probably her imagination, but she could practically feel the bruises already starting to form. With the way she was bent over the desk with Sara behind her, there wasn’t a particularly graceful way to get out of her position. Going quickly in the name of avoiding another harsh blow, Claudia partially pushed herself up from the desk and shifted her body towards the bedroom.

“Hey!” Sara growled. WHACK. She evened Claudia out on the other side, then belatedly seemed to realize that the girl was doing more than reacting to the spanking. Sara placed her hand on Claudia’s lower back and tried to shove her forward to keep her in place, but it was a little too late.

Claudia slipped herself out from between Sara and the desk, managing to keep her balance as she moved somewhat sideways while still bent over. Her ass bumped into Sarah along the way, though Claudia was moving too hastily to have any idea where she made contact with her sister. Once she was free of the partial pinned position, Claudia only needed to make it a few steps before feeling like she was safe from the hairbrush and its inexperienced wielder. “Okay,” Claudia said. She turned around, this time cupping her most private area. Her confidence was a little more shaken than before, and it was admittedly a little weird being naked in contrast to a girl who was fully clothed. Step-sister, or not. “That was plenty.”

Sara looked annoyed. Hairbrush still in hand, she crossed her arms with a bit of a huff. “Really? That was literally twelve, sis. You can’t-”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re doing!” Claudia snapped. It was her turn to cut off her sister. “I told you, that was too hard!”

“And I told you, that’s literally the point of a punishment. I’m not trying to spank you like one of your kinky lesbian girls does.”

Claudia just rolled her eyes. “I don’t want you to spank me like one of my kinky lesbian girls.” Throwing the words right back in Sara’s face. Even if they weren’t step-sisters, the posh know-it-all in the dressy plaid skirts would absolutely not be her type. There was also no good point in lecturing Sara about the dos and don’ts about stuff like that. Instead, she just moved on. “Trust me, that was plenty. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you the fucking bruises later.” She still wasn’t actually 100% sure that there would be bruises, but her backside was throbbing enough at the moment that she felt confident enough to say it.

Sara took a beat to uncross her arms. She placed her hairbrush hand on her hip, and used the other to brush back her hair. “Seems to me like you’re complaining. And you got up.” Pausing to let those words sink in, she happily reminded Claudia of why she had bent over in the first place. “So I take it you’re okay parting with your skateboard? Oh, and you should really work on that vulgar language. It’s on your list.”

“Fuck you, Sara.”

“Good thing we have all weekend to work on you,” Sara sighed, “And you didn’t answer my question. Can I get rid of your board, or do you want to finish your spanking?”

Claudia didn’t have a good answer for that. She still wanted to protect her skateboard, but caving now would set up an unfavorable precedent for as long as Sara was in possession of it. Maybe weathering more spanks was possible, but Claudia didn’t like the possibility of being stuck going along with Sara’s every whim due to the same threat working over and over. And that was just one notable thing she was holding over Claudia’s head. While she could replace the majority of her possessions, the secrets and fact twistings were a whole different situation.

Of course, taking power away from blackmail was always easier in theory. “How many spanks?” Claudia bluntly asked. As ridiculously rough as Sara was being with the hairbrush, Claudia could tolerate a few more now that she had given herself a small break.

Sara smiled. She glanced up in thought for a moment, before deciding, “Eighteen. Plus a few for bitching out early.”

“No,” Claudia coldly replied. Absolutely not. As proud as she was, she knew her limits. Even another ten would probably be too much for her; she would have refused even without the ones her sister was tacking on. Claudia thought about commenting on the hypocritical way Sara was swearing, but decided less was more in terms of her response.

“Shame,” Sara shrugged, “Well, we should get you dressed. That’s why you came to me, right? Or was it more for the kinky lesbian fun with your own sister?”

“Step-sister.”

“Whatever.”

If the plan was to make Claudia uncomfortable, it was failing. She was a pretty shameless girl, plus the incest implication was pretty weak; they hadn’t even been sisters for that long. Just like Claudia was more than confident naked, she could handle a jab or two about her sexuality and ‘slutty’ lifestyle. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Sara replied, “Aren’t you going to ask? Politely?”

Rolling her eyes yet again, Claudia contorted her lips into an overly sweet smile a moment later. “Please, sister dearest, will you dress me up? I’ve always wanted to try on your clothes.” She assumed that was the plan. Rather than dark and alternative, she was going to have to suffer through one of Sara’s prissy outfits.

At that, Sara smirked. “Sister dearest. I like that. At least, it’s much better than your usual attitude around family. Think you can keep that up for a few minutes?”

“Maybe. What’s in it for me?” Claudia asked. Still being sickly sweet, she batted her eyelashes like she imagined a girl might do in porn for her teacher. “Kinky lesbian fun?” Or, better yet, perhaps her skateboard’s continued existence. But she wouldn’t mention that again so soon, lest it clue Sara into the power and importance it had.

“Unlike you, I’m not a slut,” Sara scoffed, “Your reward will be that I don’t drag this out. If you can be a good girl, you just have to put on the one outfit, okay? But if you go back to your usual tedious self before I’m done dressing you, then we’ll do a whole fashion show instead. Understand?”

‘Bitch,’ Claudia thought. Still smiling, she said, “I understand, sister dearest.”

“Good.”

With that, Sara walked over to her dresser and began looking through her top drawer. It didn’t take her long to sort through her lingerie and return with a few lace numbers dangling from her fingertips. A matching pink thong and bra; pretty classic Sara in terms of color, while also being an underwear set that Claudia would never in a million years choose for herself.

Her instinct was to ask ‘Seriously?’ with a healthy dose of judgment and distaste. However, she knew it was better to keep playing along with Sara’s game for now. As much as she hated the idea of being docile and cooperative, the alternative was much worse. Plus the last thing Claudia wanted to do was try on multiple outfits.

“Well?” Sara asked, with a smug smile as she held up the bra for Claudia to see, “What do you think?”

Swallowing her pride, Claudia reached out to take the awful pink undergarment. All she could manage was a half-hearted, “Pretty.”


How will Sara proceed after Claudia puts on her lingerie?

1. Dress her up right away, in preppy clothes?

2. Keep her scantily clad, and work on proper behavior?

3. Or push for the sapphic activity that’s been hinted at?

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[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter Six


Still very much naked in the middle of Sara’s room, Claudia rubbed the lace material of the bra with her hand and looked at the light shade of pink with disdain.


Black was her color. Mostly. She was a skater, but she considered herself more on the alternative part of that spectrum. There were plenty of grays in her closet, as well as some deep teal, maroon, etc. It wasn’t colors that Claudia had a problem with. She just leaned towards darker tones and more comfortable/casual attire. Bras that were comfortable, even if they weren’t as aesthetically pleasing. Same with clothes. Because at the end of the day, she was a bombshell when she was naked, and she was really good in bed. If a girl wrote her off because of her clothes, then that girl obviously wasn’t worth her time.


Of course, Sara was the opposite. Needless perfection and preppy-ness, inside and out. While she was plenty uptight, however, Sara wasn’t particularly a prude. There had been plenty of instances where she had strutted into Claudia’s room in similar lace lingerie to what she was giving her step-sister right now. Her body was annoyingly, well, perfect like the rest of her. Claudia had never been interested, of course. Not even because of the sibling thing, because they were more strangers than sisters, but because Sara was not her type in the slightest.


Looking back, however, Claudia saw things in a potentially different light. Before, she had assumed that Sara was simply flaunting herself and making a show of entering Claudia’s room without knocking to drop off laundry, lecture her about how she should be studying, etc. Now, Claudia was curious if there had been a different intention there. If Sara knew that she was a lesbian, she could have been smugly walking around like that in more of a ‘you can’t have me’ kind of way.


Stupid. Sara’s body was solid, but Claudia had never wanted her in the first place.


“Earth to Claudia,” Sara said. Breaking her out of her thoughts with a few snaps of her fingers, she placed her other hand on her hip. “This is the part where you get dressed. Or would you rather stay how you are?”


Claudia was tempted to opt for the latter. The truth was, she would prefer to be fully nude compared to wearing Sara’s overly feminine underwear. Just like when Claudia had dropped her arms earlier, she was still fully confident and shameless when it came to her own body. Sara wasn’t the only sister who had the ‘slender with just the right amount of curves’ thing going for her. But the preppy sister was the one with all the leverage at the moment, and she had mentioned dressing Claudia up before the painful spanking. That still seemed to be the plan, so any rejection or attitude would simply drag things out.


Well, the attitude was going to persist one way or another, but she wouldn’t reject Sara. Not outright, at least. “You tell me, sis,” Claudia said. Bra in hand, she placed her hand on her own hip to mirror what Sara was doing. Slightly jutting her chest out with the pose, she said, “I don’t mind staying how I am.”


“Of course you don’t. Because you’re a fucking slut,” Sara coldly replied, “Get dressed, Claudia. Right now.”


Plenty of girls would have scowled, but Claudia just grinned. “A fucking lesbian slut. Tell me something I don’t know.” After giving Sara an air kiss and pursing her lips in amusement afterwards, Claudia made short work of putting on the borrowed bra. Despite the mountain of blackmail Sara had on her, Claudia refused to break or beg.


Sara just sighed. “We still have a lot of work to do, I see.” When Claudia had the bra clasped and adjusted on her chest, Sara handed over the matching thong. “You’re supposed to be showing me that you can be proper and responsible, remember? What you just said was neither of those things.”


“Sorry, sis. I’m not really a slut. I’m an innocent virgin.” Pouting into the exaggerated lie, Sara pulled on the underwear and then stood back up to wait on Claudia’s next move.


“Believe it or not, that’s preferable. Now say it without the attitude.”


“I’m an innocent virgin.”


“Not that part.”


“I’m not really a slut?”


“There you go,” Sara nodded, “There’s probably a more eloquent way to say it, but that will work for now. Because what are you, Claudia?”


Claudia was so tempted to roll her eyes, but she managed to keep a straight face. Mostly. There was still a trace of idle amusement present as she said what she assumed Sara wanted to hear. “Proper and responsible?” Boring and preppy, like you?


“Mm hmm. Image is about more than just clothes, sister dearest. But I suppose we can start with the easy part. How do you like what you have so far?”


Objectively, the underwear looked good. Claudia’s cleavage was impressive in the snug bra, and the color did work with her skin tone. The same went for the thong, which showed off plenty of skin while covering her most private area. Just because it looked good, however, didn’t mean that it was her style. “I mean, everything looks good on me,” she said, concluding, “It’s fine, I guess.”


Sara sighed again. Then she dictated, “Your underwear is so pretty, Sara. It’s so much better than the drab, boring stuff I used to wear.”


Boring? They certainly had different opinions on that word.


Claudia had been playing along for the most part, because she still wasn’t taking any of it seriously. But it was impossible to keep the scoff from escaping her lips at the suggestion that her clothes were boring. “Because your wardrobe is so fun?” she countered.


“It’s not supposed to be fun,” Sara replied, “It’s-”


“Proper and responsible. Yeah, I get it.”


“Do you?”


“Here,” Claudia said. She straightened her upper body and rolled her shoulders back. Running her hand through her hair in a way she had seen Sara do countless times when posturing about this or that, Claudia matched her step-sister’s pretentious tone as she echoed, “Your underwear is so cute, Sara. So much better than mine. I’m proper, and responsible, and not at all a fucking slut.”


Despite the over the top version of Sara that Claudia was doing, the more naturally preppy girl smiled instead of looking insulted. “It’s a start. Now, why don’t you ask if you can borrow one of my outfits? Properly, please.”


Claudia slipped back into her normal self for a moment as her lips tightened in annoyance. There was an unspoken, ‘Fine,’ to her expression, but she didn’t voice it. Instead, Claudia copied Sara’s preppy demeanor and gave a demure smile to her brat of sister. “May I please try on one of your outfits, Sara?”


Sara was just as unfazed the second time around, and made another comment about how they would work on it. According to her, this side of Claudia was preferable to her usual irresponsible self despite the way she was obviously forcing it. Sara took her sweet time going through her closet and looking for options. All the while, she reviewed what she and Claudia had already gone over. Proper and responsible. Better attitude across the board. Respectable clothes. If Claudia could manage all that, plus let Sara discipline her for all the inappropriate behavior listed earlier, then she could maybe earn her room back.


The ‘maybe’ wasn’t lost on Claudia, but she didn’t bother questioning it. The lilt in Sara’s tone and the vagueness of the unofficial terms made it sound like she was purposely trying to make Claudia argue and look bad in the process. Instead, Claudia simply stood there and didn’t take the bait. At some point, Sara would get bored with this. The two of them didn’t get along in the slightest, and even this new dynamic would probably get tiresome for the preppy girl after a while.


Unfortunately, Claudia had no idea when that would be. Her phone was still stashed away in the linen closet, and her friends were still waiting for her at the park. Would they swing by the house to see what was taking so long? On the one hand, getting caught in Sara’s clothes would be her worst nightmare. But also, maybe she could compel them to gang up on her sister. Surely the ‘perfect’ girl had at least a few secrets hidden in her room. But now wasn’t the time to look. Whatever she found would have to be big enough to balance against everything Sara had stolen from her own room. Mutually assured destruction. And to find that kind of dirt, she needed more than whatever time there was left on Sara’s closet hunt.


As if on cue, Sara exclaimed, “Got it!” She turned around with a pink plaid skirt on one hanger and a plain cream top on the other.


“Seriously?” Claudia grumbled. Although it’s not like she had expected anything different. All of Sara’s outfits were some flavor of what she was holding up and what she was currently wearing. “I mean, pretty!” she exclaimed, swinging a little far in the other direction in terms of girly excitement.


Sara called her out on it right away. “Tone it down, sis. Here, put them on.”


Without a word, Claudia took both hangers and got right to it. She knew before putting the outfit on that she was going to look absolutely ridiculous. Not in an unattractive way, as it was clear that she looked good in Sara’s lingerie, but more that the pink/white combo didn’t match her personality or her preferences in the slightest. Of course, that was the point.


The skirt was the perfect combination of classy and slutty. For a girl who dressed and acted like she was above it all, Sara’s skirts were pretty damn short. But with the blouses and cardigans and prissy everything, she could get away with that much leg thanks to the rest of the ensemble screaming ‘purity.’


Claudia pulled on the white top next, cringing as she looked down at the ensemble on her body. It really was like she was a Sara clone from the neck down. As if her step-sister didn’t have enough of those, with those two other girls who basically walked and talked just like her.


“Well, that is a huge improvement.” Sara looked her up and down with her lips pursed in that same obnoxious little smirk. “How about a smile?”


After making sure Sara didn’t have her phone out, Claudia rolled her eyes and gave an annoyed closed-lipped smile in response.


Sara mimicked the eye roll, along with a tiny huff to show her own bit of annoyance. “We’ll have to work on that too. But for now . . . ” Her lips curled up more than before as she met Claudia’s eyes, “I think it’s only fair that you get something of your own to wear.”



What will Sara add to Claudia’s ensemble?


A butt plug, from Claudia’s collection of toys?


A collar from the same collection, tagged by Sara?


Or a pair of handcuffs, to make sure Claudia sticks around?


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[*Lady Lucia*]

CHAPTER SEVEN

Claudia wasn’t sure what to expect.

What could she possibly wear from her own collection that would go with Sara’s preppy clothes? Claudia’s mind immediately went to her jewelry collection, although the majority of those pieces were a little too alternative and edgy to complement the pink/white she was currently wearing. Then again, there were a handful of earrings and necklaces that were more casual and understated. Studs went with pretty much anything, for example. However, Sara was fucking smirking. There was no way it was something that simple.

Still plenty frustrated and annoyed at the whole situation, Claudia had to consciously make an effort to keep her smile from fading. Not that it was much of a smile to begin with, of course, but she would keep it up long enough to keep her step-sister satiated. It was getting difficult to tell how long this whole thing would last. Obviously Sara could dangle Claudia’s stuff over her head indefinitely. Or at least until their parents returned. But Claudia wanted to resolve this all immediately, since she wanted to enjoy a weekend without her parents around. “Like what?” she asked. As cordially as she was able.

“Hmm,” Sara mused. Deciding on a rather smug sounding answer, she said, “That’s no fun. It’s better if it’s a surprise. Now, let’s work on your manners. Ask me politely to give you an accessory. Think of it like a show of faith, sis. You do want your room back, right? This will be one fewer thing you don’t have to worry about. All you need to do is ask.”

As if it were that simple. It was like writing a blank check. But Claudia went for it anyway. “May I please have an accessory of mine, Sara?” While the spanking had caught her off guard, it’s not like there was a lot Sara could do to surprise her. She was the stuck-up academic girl, and Claudia was the more adventurous one. So far, stuff like the outfit and attitude adjustment was more uncomfortable and cringe than anything else. Her assumption was that this would probably just be another awkward thing to check off.

Sara gave her sister another once over from head to toe, then said, “You’re a lesbian slut, right?”

“That’s right,” Claudia nodded. Hardly an insult, as much as Sara was trying to make it.

“Then get on my bed, on all fours. And don’t move a fucking inch, understand?”

It was honestly confusing hearing such a demand from her stuck up sister. That’s the kind of language Claudia and her partners would use. Not that there was anything charged about the current moment in comparison, but it was a far cry from Sara’s usual way of speaking. Claudia was torn between firing back with something overt and/or flirty in the name of making Sara uncomfortable, but ultimately decided to simply do as she was told. Part of it was curiosity in terms of what the hell her sister was going for here, and the other part was that same desire to get her belongings back as quickly and efficiently as possible. Being purely obedient and making the game less fun would achieve that. Hopefully.

While she achieved biting her tongue, Claudia couldn’t help but smile slightly as she turned away and walked over to the bed. For all Sara’s posturing, the girl was acting a bit like a slut herself.

Claudia shamelessly climbed onto the bed, getting in the doggy style position with her ass facing towards her sister. She was plenty confident on all fours, although it was slightly weird being fully clothed. At this point, she’d normally be down to lingerie or less, but whatever. This was her bitch of a sister, not a girl Claudia was actually into. Once again tempted to say something clever, or glance over her shoulder with an over the top lip bite, she stayed the course in terms of being as bland as possible about following the instructions given to her. “Like this?” she asked the headboard.

Without missing a beat, Sara bluntly said, “Ass up, Clauds.”

Again, Claudia did as she was told. She adjusted her body so her head and arms were a little more down, and pushed her backside further into the air. “Happy?” she asked, with an eye roll that couldn’t be seen by Sara.

“If you move an inch, sis, we’re going to have a problem.” There was a bit of movement and the sound of Sara going through a drawer, but Claudia resisted the urge to try and glance behind herself. For all she knew, the noises were a test designed to make Claudia nervous and immediately fail in the instructions she was given. Instead, she held perfectly still, continually unsure whether this was actually meant to be some out of the blue sapphic step-sister blackmail bullshit, or more a series of demands that had that connotation while actually designed to keep Sara in various positions of power. First nudity, then bent over for a spanking, and now ‘vulnerable’ on the bed without knowing what was next.

While Sara wasn’t remotely Claudia’s type, the alternative girl probably would fool around with her sister if given the chance. Not because the taboo excited her; no, it was because she would love to see her perfect, Type A sister in a position where she didn’t have herself under control. But this was the exact opposite of that concept. Claudia was the one being obedient in an awkwardly lewd way, and Sara was the one who finally had a handle on her rebellious sister while still being her usual preppy and bossy self.

It wasn’t long before Sara made her way to the bed. After another reminder for Claudia to hold still, she began fiddling with the plaid skirt. “Proper girls are allowed to be promiscuous, Claudia. But advertising it isn’t classy.” Sara began lifting the skirt, which ended up going a lot farther than a tease. She brought it all the way above Claudia’s ass, leaving it inside-out above her waist so her bare thighs and borrowed lace panties were fully on display. “Here, I’ll show you. You can be your slutty self underneath, while still dressing appropriately.” Her fingers gripped the waistband of the pink underwear. Giving a light downward tug, Sara said, “But first, ask me again. Politely.”

Claudia needed a moment to figure out what Sara was hinting towards. The fact that she was being lectured while low key being stripped was distracting enough to keep Claudia from recognizing what Sara was asking for right away. It came back to her soon enough in the lingering silence, however, as she repeated the phrase from earlier. “May I please have an accessory?” Hopefully the hint of attitude wasn’t noticeable.

Needlessly picky as always, Sara corrected her. “May I please have an accessory of your choosing, Sara?”

She echoed the phrase, but it was as blunt and emotionless as possible. “May I please have an accessory of your choosing, Sara?”

“Good girl,” Sara said. With that, she slowly lowered Claudia’s underwear until her ass was fully on display. The panties remained held up by Claudia’s slightly spread thighs, and the once again exposed girl remained clueless as to exactly what Sara had in mind. Out of nowhere, Sara gave one of her bare cheeks a solid slap. WHACK. “Claudia!” she snapped, “I told you to hold still.”

’What the fuck?’ She hadn’t moved in the slightest, and retorted as such. “I am holding still,” she snapped.

WHACK. “Are you fucking arguing? Don’t move an inch, Claudia. Oh, and I’d like to hear ‘Yes, Ms. Sara’ from now on. Understand, slut?”

Claudia’s rear was still sensitive and slightly pink from the assault earlier. The last thing she needed was to be bruised back there, and the two spanks were enough to make her wince and realize it hadn’t been that long of a break from the previous round. “Yes, Ms. Sara,” she said. For the first time, her sister had gotten a real reaction out of her. The submissive response caused her cheeks to flush in embarrassment, and there wasn’t a trace of sarcasm in Claudia’s voice as she was thrown off guard by the dominant twist.

“Better.” Sara gave the most recently slapped cheek a sharp pinch. Sure enough, Claudia ended up yelping and squirming in response, which gave Sara an excuse to slam her hand down for another spank. “Hold still!”

“But-”

“But nothing. And no complaining, bitch. What do you say . . . ?”

Was it too late to walk away and let Sara pull the trigger on all her threats? No. Definitely not. Claudia had already suffered the indignity of being spanked and dressing up like a prudish Sara clone. She wasn’t about to cave to something she actually had experience with. “Yes, Miss Sara,” she muttered.

“Good girl.” For a moment, Sara’s hands retreated completely. Then, she palmed one of Claudia’s cheeks and pulled it slightly away from the other. “Now, for your accessory.” With no hesitation, she shoved a familiar silicone object into Claudia’s back door.

Claudia gasped. With wide eyes, she exclaimed, “Sara! What are you doing?!” The skater girl owned two plugs; one was stainless steel, and the other was silicone. The latter one came with a remote control, and had several features that the former didn’t. But that wasn’t even the most pressing issue. Sara wasn’t using any lube! While Claudia’s holes were rather trained from all her experimentation, she wasn’t that acclimated in terms of simply pushing something in back there.

In response, Sara simply spread Claudia a little wider and forced the toy deeper inside. “Relax, slut. Just be a good girl and we’ll be done before you know it.”

Unable to help herself, Claudia shifted in discomfort as her plug began filling her with none of the usual finesse that came with teasing and preparation for something like that. “Wait-”

SLAP. Sara struck the slightly more sensitive cheek again. “Behave, girl! Hold the fuck still.” With that, she firmly gripped Claudia’s rear and gave one big push with her other hand.

The toy popped into place and was swallowed up by Claudia’s cheek, causing the girl to gasp all over again from the combination of both pain and pleasure. It was not how plugs were designed to be used, yet her ass had been successfully invaded nonetheless by the large silicone teardrop.

“See? Was that so difficult?” With one more sharp SMACK on the opposite cheek, which had way more of an effect now that she was sensitive both inside and out, Sara pulled Claudia’s panties back up and took the effort to adjust them so they were perfectly in place on the girl’s hips. “Now you’re proper on the outside and slutty without declaring it to the world. You’re welcome.” She settled the skirt back into place next, before giving Claudia’s rear a patronizing pat. “What do you say, sis?”

Claudia was still in shock. Not only from her step-sister’s audacity, and the naivety and/or insensitivity of shoving in the plug so quickly without any lube, but also from the fact that she now had to try to ignore the subtle pleasure coursing through her body that existed despite the less than sexy situation she was in.

Where will Sara take things next?

Test Claudia by having her act ‘properly’ the entire time Sara’s friends are over?

Have Claudia record a convincing video about how she’s been reformed?

Or take Claudia shopping for new clothes and room furnishings?

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[*Lady Lucia*]

Chapter Eight

To round out the crude invasion, Sara expected a ‘thank you’ for the act?

Claudia was once again tempted to pull the plug on this whole thing, literally and figuratively now. She didn’t really have to keep being obedient. While Sara obviously had the nuclear option in terms of blowing up Claudia’s life and being around to witness the fallout, it was only a card her step-sister could play once. Ratting her out to her parents. Screwing with the reputation Claudia had at school and amongst her friends. However, Claudia had already gone this far. Sara had spanked her, dressed her, and plugged her. The least Claudia could get for her troubles was her skateboard and her car keys. Enough to leave without Sara following through on her earlier threat.

As for the rest? Claudia guessed Sara would only take it so far. Dump the booze and trash the weed? Sure. Shred the test answers and fake ID? Probably. But she wouldn’t actually donate all of Claudia’s clothes, or throw away anything truly important or expensive. Not because Sara wasn’t capable of being that heartless, but more due to the fact that she would want to protect her ass when it came to their parents. This whole thing was already pretty extreme; at the end of it all, the preppy bitch would want to come out looking as perfect as ever.

From her face-down-ass-up position on the bed, Claudia settled back and slowly shifted until she was able to climb off the mattress and stand back up. Her first instinct had been to casually sit and further show Sara that she was comfortable on her sister’s bed, but belatedly changed her mind when realizing that even the softness of a seat like that would be a little uncomfortable on her backside for multiple reasons. 'Whatever.’ Not letting the thoughts or hesitation show on her face, Claudia got back on her feet to continue acting like none of this bothered her. At some level, it actually didn’t. Claudia was shameless enough, and this wasn’t even the first time another girl had dressed her in something awkward and unlike her for the sake of dominance. The difference, of course, was that Sara was her ‘holier than thou’ and ‘I know best’ sister. Letting that kind of girl boss her around was something else entirely, especially due to their relationship and history.

Putting on an overly sweet smile, Claudia said, “Thank you, Ms. Sara. I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like to have you fill my holes.”

Instead of scoffing or scowling like usual when it came to Claudia’s antics, Sara simply walked over to the desk and picked up the index card. Returning to where Claudia was still standing by the bed. “These aren’t just things to punish you for, sis. We’re also going to be working on them this weekend.” She turned the card around so Claudia could see the list written out in pink ink and girly handwriting.

Cutting class. Failing tests. Breaking curfew. Fucking girls. Vulgar language. Slutty clothes. Horrible attitude.

While most of them made sense, at least in that Claudia could see how Sara judged her for each and every one of the rebellious things that countered the ‘good girl’ thing Sara had going on, the middle one was a bit obnoxious. Fucking girls? Sara wasn’t that conservative, or repressed for that matter. Considering the fact that she had just plugged her own step-sister, not to mention the blatant way she had checked out Claudia’s naked body earlier, Sara clearly didn’t have any reservations when it came to the fairer sex. So how exactly were they going to ‘work on’ Claudia’s lesbian habits? If it was a matter of chastity that was more about abstaining than it was about girls, then sure. Although not fucking around when Sara was supervising her would easily be the simplest of all the proper corrections listed out.

“Look at all my progress,” Claudia smirked, “I’m dressed like a good girl, my attitude has never been better, and I’m pretty fricken’ sure my language has been pure ever since you slapped the no-no words out of me.”

Without missing a beat, and not commenting on most of the sarcasm, Sara replied, “As far as I’m concerned, your slutty clothes are the only item we can check off for now. Lucky for you, I’m going to give you a chance to prove that you can handle maintaining a proper attitude for more than thirty seconds.”

Claudia still wasn’t able to truly take the attempts to reform her seriously. “And how’s that?” she nonchalantly asked. Sara might have all the cards, but she was still preppy and stuck up to the point that it was ridiculous.

Now it was Sara’s turn to smirk. “Easy. A couple friends will be over soon. You’re going to hang out with us and show them how proper you can be when you put your mind to it.”

“Wait, what?” For once, Claudia failed to keep up her usual outward apathy. Sara couldn’t be serious. It was one thing for Claudia to be wearing so much pink when it was just the two of them in the privacy of a bedroom, but other girls couldn’t see her like this! Claudia had had enough interactions with Sara’s clones to know that it didn’t matter whether they took pictures or not. The gossip alone would be enough to mess with her image.

“Mm hmm,” Sara nodded, “Now, give me your best demure smile and tell me that you can handle that.”

“But, Sara-”

“But nothing, Claudia. You want to be done with your list? This is how.”

“Sara-”

“Ms. Sara. Start simple, sis. Show me your smile.”

Claudia didn’t know what to say, or even what to think. Normally she was so good at brushing off her sister, or effortlessly countering pretty much everything the girl said. But this latest turn of events was a little overwhelming. Since when was it all about the list? The vague ‘proper and responsible’ thing had suddenly melded with the index card that had originally simply been what Claudia needed to be punished for. According to Sara, at least. And letting Sara’s equally preppy friends witness her not only dressed like this, but acting the part as well? It would barely cover half the impossibly unfair goal.

Caving slightly, Claudia pursed her lips in a soft smile. Before Sara could take things further, however, Claudia shot for a qualifier of her own. “If I do this, you give my skateboard back.” Partly to protect it, considering how Sara had seemed to latch onto its destruction as a threat, but also so Claudia would more easily be able to bail. The thought of Claudia’s own friends swinging by to check on her was mortifying, but at least she could then grab her board and jump in the car with them. As for the girly outfit, maybe she could laugh it off as a dare and undo the damage by literally burning the clothes after borrowing something more her speed from one of the girls.

Sara nodded again. “Deal. Now tell me that you can handle being a proper girl around my friends.”

“I can handle being a proper girl around your friends,” Claudia echoed. She had meant for the words to come out rather flat, but her slight smile failed to deliver on that intent. And, more notably, she had just agreed to something that had seemed beyond out of the question just a minute or two ago. Her lines were shifting, which wasn’t a good sign when there was so much left to accomplish if she couldn’t manage to get out from under Sara’s thumb as soon as she expected.

“Good. Then let’s go get ready for them.” She laced her fingers through Claudia’s and gave her no longer dark clad sister’s arm a tug. Away from the solitude of the room, and towards the hallway that would inevitably lead them downstairs for the company that would soon be arriving.

Claudia allowed herself to be pulled along. She was still reeling from the latest developments, and feeling the plug with each step didn’t help. In the back of her mind, she still held onto the idea that it wasn’t too late to put her foot down and call this whole thing off. It was still just the two of them, and Sara hadn’t taken any photos or anything. Although if Sara had installed a video camera in Claudia’s room, then what if there was one who had captured everything that had transpired in Sara’s room. That would . . . no, Sara wouldn’t do that. Or, if she did, it would be more for her own viewing pleasure and perhaps the pleasure of whatever friends she showed it to. There was no way she’d add it to her pile of blackmail, as being all harsh and dominant clashed too much with Sara’s own image. She definitely wouldn’t show it to any authority figures. If it even existed. Claudia was caught between wanting to be prepared for anything, but also not wanting to be paranoid at the same time.

Of all the projections that crossed her mind, however, there was one that she hadn’t considered. As she and Sara took the last step together and turned the corner into the living room, Claudia gasped. Her sister’s two best friends were already there! “What-” she barely got a word out before turning to Sara in shock. For starters, it was too late to back out now. Both girls had seen her, and both of them were sharing their own little gasps of surprise. Sara hadn’t given them any heads up about any of this, then. “Sara, you-”

“Oh, my God!” The taller of the two, Celeste, was the first one to move past the pleasant surprise Sara had sprung on them. “Claudia?!”

Tightening her grip on Claudia’s hand, Sara smiled and answered for her sister. “Claudia here has finally grown up and realized that partying and sleeping around was just a phase. So from now on, she’s decided to be more like me. You know, the better sister. Isn’t that right, Claudia?”

It took everything Claudia had to not shove Sara away and perhaps add a forceful slap for good measure. This was not what they had talked about! Despite the deeply arrogant and completely false words, there was still the same issue as before–Claudia had already sucked it up and done so much. Now Celeste and Harriet had seen her like this. They were armed with the gossip Claudia had been so recently worried about, both from the outfit and from Sara’s smug explanation. Between running away and sticking around to attempt to somehow do some damage control, the latter sounded more appealing. Even if the stares made Claudia regret a lot of decisions she had already made where Sara’s dominance was involved.

So, swallowing her pride, Claudia forced the best smile she could muster under the circumstances. “That’s right,” she said, “Sara’s the better sister.” It’s the best she could manage. Hopefully stating it so directly would hint towards the idea that she wasn’t happy about saying as much. Sara’s friends might have been stuck-up, but that didn’t mean they were clueless.

“Hmm,” Celeste mused, “So, I have, like, a lot of questions.”


How will Sara steer the conversation?

Set things up so Claudia asks out one of the girls?

Simply let the conversation happen naturally, while complicating things with the plug’s remote?

Or push her sister to act more and more ‘proper’ in front of the girls?

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