“Okay.”
“There is a specific question set for each of you based on your current status and desired outcomes. Please be honest.”
I sat down at a desk three rows behind my step-dad. The whole thing felt naughty and somewhat adventurous. Keith seemed worried, more so when he read the questions, going to the Form Mistress’s desk where the two had a heated, whispered debate.
I tried to eavesdrop but only caught their parting shots.
“It’s totally confidential Mr. Rodgers, just complete the questionnaire or leave.”
I was intrigued and opened the A3 folded in half question paper to see what had spooked dad.
1. Date Of Birth.
2. Name.
3. Marital Status.
4. Are you a virgin? Y/N.
5. Have you ever been finger banged? Y/N.
6. Have you sucked a man’s cock? Y/N.
7. Have you licked a woman’s pussy? Y/N.
8. Have you helped anyone masturbate? Y/N.
9. How frequently do you masturbate? Daily/Weekly/Monthly.
10. What are the dates for your next period? __/__/____
11. What type of relationship would you like to build with your step-father?
a. More friendly and agreeable.
b. A stricter father/daughter dynamic within a conventional dynamic.
c. Discipline that entails regular spanking/paddling/thrashing — He is sub/I am sub.
d. A romantic dynamic.
e. Purely Fuck Buddy’s.
f. I just want to fuck my step-dad once to get it out of my system before moving on.
12. Are your step-father and biological mother — happily married/estranged/is he widowed/is either party cheating?
13. Has your step-father already fucked you? Y/N.
14. Would you like your step-father to fuck you? Y/N/DK.
I stood up completely panicked, and waved my paper to attract the Form Mistress’s attention.
“What the fuck is all this about?”
She strode down an aisle separating columns of desks, sweeping past my dad like a lioness hunting down her prey, stopping abruptly at the end of my desk. When she leaned forwards into my face to whisper, I smelled carbolic soap and saw an expression with zero tolerance for sass.
“What is the problem, Hannah?”
“Umm… this! These! And oh yeah, this too!”
I pointed to the questions about sexual activity which I might let pass, answering yes, no to the next four, and thrice weekly. When my quivering finger hovered over question eleven, she must have recognized the terror in my eyes because hers squinted at me while both lips pursed tightly.
“That question is only a dilemma for step-daughters wanting to choose options C to E. A and B never elicit such a rude retort. Get on with it, be a good girl and exercise some responsibility for the life you want. Select all three if you wish but don’t create any more of a spectacle of yourself.”
“Okay, sorry but it was just a little surprising to see some of those options.”
“Just remember that Fanbury Hall is all about informed consent and fixing problems. Even after you complete this questionnaire, neither of you are committed to any of the recommended activities.”
“I can refuse or walk away anytime I want?”
“Of course, Hannah. Your step-dad can too.”
As she passed by my dad, he handed over his completed paper. I was desperate to see his answers, but that was denied to me when the Form Mistress, checked his answers, nodded her head approvingly, then slid his paper inside an envelope, licking and sealing its flap.
“Hannah, do hurry. Trixy will be meeting with the curriculum committee in an hour to study these papers and set specific lessons that will meet both your criteria. I need to review your answers to allocate accommodation.”
“Okay, Miss.”
“I’m Annabella by the way.”
I ticked, crossed out and filled in the questionnaire deciding that honesty was the best possibility, while praying my answers would be compatible with Keith’s. I felt surprised by the trembling tickle inside my pussy and by how damp my French knickers had become.
When I handed my paper to Annabella, she smiled warmly before carefully reviewing, then tucking my answers into a buff envelope the same as my step-dad’s.
“You’ll attend a medical examination together once Trixy has decided its format. You really should not discuss the answers you gave and trust the process to deliver positive outcomes.”
“Okay. Where do we go now?”
“Collect your luggage and follow the yellow wall signs. You’re looking for our third-floor apartment 4a. Someone will fetch you to the doctor’s clinic when a decision is made.”
We chose to find and check out the apartment before collecting luggage. It also gave us a chance to discuss the oddities of our questionnaires.
“That was very weird dad.”
“We got different questions for sure, but yeah, some were very strange. I figured different relationships and expectations are being managed here. I’m very clear about what I want for us and answered the questions honestly.”
“Yeah, me too.”
I was more than slightly nervous because it didn’t sound like my step-dad was entirely on the same page as me.
We arrived at our apartment which was an innocuous wood door with intricate carvings. Inside was a gorgeous haven of tranquility with an enormous combined living/kitchen/dining room carpeted in deep pile lime green with matching curtains hung at five enormous floor to ceiling windows with amazing views over a vast estate. More oak paneling, a highly polished alabaster dining table with carved wooden chairs and deep cushions were luxuriant.
I dove onto one of two long, dark brown leather sofa’s that must have been delivered straight from a Milan furniture show, flicking off my heels while scrunching myself down into the deep cushions.
“This will do nicely for a month, dad.”
“We have three rooms, Hannah. Two of them have en-suite bathrooms with rain showers, the third is locked.”
“It might be a store cupboard.”
“Maybe.”
He strolled around our apartment checking drawers, cupboards and a gigantic fridge stocked with soft drinks, fruits and other treats. I connected my phone to a bluetooth music centre and streamed a playlist of favorite beats which were the same as dad’s.
A knock at our door disrupted my enjoyment of the music and halted Keith’s exploration. He glanced quizzically at me, but I could only shrug.
“You’re the step-parent. I guess that makes you Spartacus.”
“I’ll answer the door then.”
“Yeah, you should, dad.”
It was Trixy and what seemed to be a young female nurse judging by her gown. They strode in confidently and for unfathomable reasons, I leaped off the sofa, standing almost to attention. The headmistress smiled at both of us and opened a large flat wooden box of the style in which a man might store his cigars.
“It’s time we fit Hannah for a ponytail and select her first paddle.”
“Umm… what’s that now?”
“You’ll need to undress for this, or at least remove your panties and lift the skirt while your step-father sizes your anal whorl for a tail.”
“My fucking what?”
“Then we’ll get to use the paddle immediately to correct your sustained potty mouth. I did warn you.”
I stared at Keith who was as open-mouthed as I was. My heart pounded and adrenaline crawled through every fiber of my body, preparing it for flight. With the box in Trixy’s hands open, I saw a row of various sized stainless steel butt plugs with a gorgeous red horsehair plume that obviously screwed into the one that would fit me.
“Pony play, my dear. I expect you and Mr. Rodger’s might want to enjoy evenings together in front of the fire with this inserted.”
She approached me obviously concerned because I was terrified. Trixy led me away from dad, into one of the bedrooms where we could have a quiet chat. She looked genuinely concerned.
“Isn’t this what you want, Hannah?”
“Christ, I don’t know, Trixy. Is it?”
“Were you being honest with your answers to the questionnaire?”
“Yes.”
“Have you changed your mind at all?”
“No.”
“Then trust the process and let’s get you fitted with a pony plug. You’ll be so much happier once crawling around on the carpet with your step-dad holding the reins.”
“He’s going to see me naked and play with my butthole.”
“You’ll make a fine show pony and the horsehair plume can be unscrewed most of the time leaving you plugged beautifully so you can enjoy its stimulation while you and Mr. Rodgers spend quality time in the evening. It even vibrates and won’t seriously affect your anal v-card.”
“Keith will know about my choices.”
“You’ll figure it out, Hannah. You are a smart girl.”
“Okay. If I get naked, does he have to as well?”
“Not here for this fitting but during the medical exam, yes he does.”
“Okay. I’ll take the risk.”
“Get undressed now and join us in the living room. You’ll need to lean over the sofa while your step-dad tests and fits your anal plug.”
“Jesus, this is just so weird.”
“Do you like that feeling, Hannah?”
She eyeballed me as though challenging for the truth. I was getting tired and needed a drink that I knew wouldn’t be offered and to be honest, we were beyond the point of no return.
“Yes. I kinda do. It feels exciting to have a fresh start with Keith.”
“Then put your best foot forward and impress him.”
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