Literotic asexstories – Step-Daughter Slut School 01 by Author_Kate_Granger,Author_Kate_Granger
“You can’t send her to Fanbury Hall, Keith. It’s not a fucking finishing school, it’s a place that parents send their slutty daughters to be rewired. My daughter isn’t going there and that’s final.”
“Hannah is behaving like a slut and it won’t be long before she’s taken advantage of, if that hasn’t already happened. She dresses in skirts far too short and often wears no panties. In case you didn’t notice, our daughter escapes this house most nights, coming back excessively drunk in the early hours of the morning with no clue what happened to her.”
“She’s my daughter, not yours Keith, and Hannah is eighteen now which means that she can do whatever she pleases.”
“Eighteen is still a kid and anyway, I thought we agreed to raise Hannah together?”
“Yes, but that’s all changed now. You’re not managing my daughter like she’s an asset at your company to be moved around some fucking playbook.”
“Is this about our shitty marriage Cindy, or are we focused on Hannah and her problems?”
“Keith, I don’t want to hear it. Hannah is not being controlled by you. Our marriage is only shitty because you can’t turn the page and move on.”
“That’s a bit rich. Let me get this straight please. You’re saying your biological daughter is no longer my daughter to love and support because you fucked another guy last year?”
“I don’t care how you describe it, just leave my daughter alone. She’s not going to Fanbury Hall and that’s all there is to it.”
“Okay, well since it’s none of my business and she’s eighteen, Hannah must stop this behavior if she want’s to keep an allowance from me. She can come to the office, learn and earn before college starts.”
“You shouldn’t threaten her with money.”
“I’m not threatening any more. It’s either Fanbury Hall and a change of behavior or no fucking allowance. If she’s your daughter but not mine, you can pay for her lifestyle, but I’m not helping out until Hannah’s life is back on the rails.”
He had a point and I leaned far more to his side than mom’s, but Keith was wrong about me being a slut. I was out far too late at night, drinking excessively and hanging with the wrong crowd, but my v-card was intact because I was saving it for a very special recipient.
Keith had been kind by taking me and mom in when I was too young to know any other father. In the beginning, and for years after they married, our lives were great and he was every bit the father I needed and loved. Mom messed everything up by having a six-month affair a year ago that almost broke my step-dad’s heart.
Then I went loco.
I sat upstairs on the landing, disheartened that I’d caused so much pain between two people I loved very much. I didn’t want to become a slut and the booze was making me feel sluggish and sick most mornings.
I listened to their quarreling, knowing it was all my fault until I could take no more and ran downstairs, gate crashing their argument.
“Can you two stop squabbling please? Mom, I’ll go to Fanbury Hall if that’s what it takes to get sober and straightened out.”
My step-father looked stunned. I was usually very confrontational by nature, but this time, I caved in, no longer willing to be the source of their unpleasantness. I had an alcohol problem combined with a rebellious nature and wanted to solve that before something terrible happened during one of my all-night benders.
Dad placed his hands on my shoulders, staring straight into my eyes. I saw love, concern and a seriousness that scared me a bit.
“Are you being serious about going to Fanbury Hall, Hannah?”
“Does it matter what I say right now dad? Would you believe me anyway?”
“I think this will be good for you.”
“I’ll pack now and we can leave right away.”
Keith was already on the phone when I set off back upstairs, waving my mother away, not wishing to be a pawn in her game of spite with a husband who was nothing but decent to both of us.
She’d never tried to protect me from myself as Keith always did, and now reasonable boundaries had been stretched too far. I knew it, mom probably did too, but she fought dad on every issue because he couldn’t forgive her indiscretion. I’d agreed years ago to a no drinking rule until I was twenty-one, per the law in our state and hadn’t stuck by that.
My step-father helped me carry two suitcases downstairs while mom fumed silently, waiting at the front door while annoyingly tapping her foot on a highly polished parquet wooden floor. I’d packed for a month-long stay at the renown bootcamp run by what my friend’s called the slut retraining school.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Hannah? Keith has no say in what you do unless you allow it.”
I squinted at her, disappointed and angered she would draw me into her beef with my step-dad.
“He’s the only dad I’ve ever known. Why would you take that away from me, mom?”
“Keith’s an asshole.”
“No, mom. You’re the one who cheated. Keith did nothing wrong.”
I felt a bit sad hugging and kissing her before we left, but I couldn’t blame Keith for wanting to be on the way quickly.
In the car felt uncomfortable with just two of us because dad seemed deeply upset. Who could blame him. His life had become an episodic nightmare of arguing with a woman I doubted loved him anymore. I smiled at him, then leaned my head onto his shoulder without distracting his eyes from the road.
“I consider you to be my dad. Don’t worry what mom says.”
“Do you really though sweetheart?”
“Yeah. You are right about me needing to change. You haven’t got all the facts, but my alcohol consumption is dangerous and the people I’m hanging out with are nasty.”
“Why not stop it all, then?”
“It’s not so easy to resist when everyone else is partying and I’m not.”
“I can understand that Hannah but I’m terrified for your safety.”
“I know, and that’s why I’m agreeable to spending a month at Fanbury Hall for rewiring.”
He chuckled and I did too. Neither of us believed the rumors which I was certain were fomented by idle gossipers.
“The rumors can’t be true, Hannah.”
“I know. Will you be alright at home alone with Cindy?”
“I’ll manage. You just focus on getting yourself healthy.”
My problem was that I’d matured too quickly, got my period young, rebelled before I was fifteen and was firmly off the rails by seventeen. Moms excursion off the marital reservation tipped me right over the edge.
With college beckoning and a bright future after that working at dad’s company, I knew my biggest obstacle was an untimely and frequent bad attitude that descended like a red mist over my eyes, taking control.
I pulled up the school website on my Ipad and scrolled through their standard prospectus material. The whole site made me feel unenthused because Fanbury Hall seemed like a boarding school where girls read poetry while gazing wistfully out of old sash windows or learned to play croquet on a boring, flat lawn.
At the bottom of their home page, I found a secure portal and clicked it.
“Did the school send any login and password details for their website with the booking confirmation?”
“Yeah it’s on an email, Hannah. Here, check my phone.”
I clicked the login link from an email on Keith’s phone, keyed in a password they’d provided and entered the school’s secure network. What I saw on the site was jaw dropping. I had to flick though several pages, checking the URL was genuine before I mentioned anything to dad.
“Have you heard of pony play, dad?”
“No. Is that horse riding?”
“Nope… what about paddling for obedience?”
“Sounds like kayaking. I expect this whole month will be physically challenging, Hannah because that’s how they instill personal discipline.”
“Umm, Keith… do you know that every girl staying at Fanbury Hall must have a guardian with her at all times?”
“Do you mean someone like me?”
“Yeah. It says so right here in the school terms and conditions. I think they’ve assumed you’ll be staying at the Hall along with me.”
“Fuck no way! I can’t spare that amount of time and… and… I’m sure that can’t be right.”
“I think it is daddy.”
“Are you sure?”
I was totally stunned by images of girls bending over their guardian’s knees being spanked with a bare hand, others that played naked croquet, then more with ladies wearing ball gowns, taking the hand of the man charged with their care to dance together.
This is fucking weird.
“Yep, I’m sure, and there’s an induction session for both of us on day one including a medical examination for me that you must attend as a witness.”
“Jesus Christ. I can’t stay with you for a month.”
“Is that because of me, dad?”
“Oh c’mon Hannah, that’s not fair. I love spending time with you. We used to be inseparable. I have to work is all.”
“Let’s turn around and go home, then. Maybe mom will join me another time.”
“We’re almost there. We must take a look and have a chat with the principal to see if guardianship is a hard rule.”
“Okay, but I’ll warn you now dad, this place isn’t what you think it is.”
If I showed Keith the images, he’d probably steer us off the road. Not attending Fanbury today meant going home for more confrontation with mom so I chose to keep matters to myself.
I felt surprised but also quite excited by what I’d seen on the website and figured this could be a great deal of fun especially if my step-dad stayed with me. Keith was a very good looking and fit man. I’d had a crush on him since mid teenage years, partly the reason I acted up a few years ago. I wanted and needed a thrashing, understood that about myself but hadn’t secured one because dad was too decent.
When he parked our Range Rover on the gravel area in front of an old mansion house, I think the dress code shocked him too. The girls all wore ultra short, slutty school skirts that barely covered their ass cheeks. Tight white blouses were tailored with bust darts below the breasts, revealing shape and nipple location perfectly, while ankle socks and black patent leather shoes finished a classic schoolgirl look.
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