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   Poor Laura - Post 1

   I was humiliated alot after my father re-married.  When I was 14, our
family extended.  My brother was 12, and we were joined by my step-mother
and her 3 children.  Her son who was in my year at school.  I was older by
about 2 months.  And her 2 daughters, aged 12 and 11.

   For some reason my step-mother always made my punishments worse.  Using
the excuse I was the oldest.  The first time I experienced it is still very
vivid in my memory.

   We each had a 'chore' night.  We would get home from school and spend
the evening on housework.  We were left with a list from my step-mom.  And
my night was Thursday.  And we always seem to have a more detailed dinner
on Thursdays which required more prep time.  More pots to use.  And so more
to wash up.  And the amount of time I had to clean the bathroom compared to
my siblings really got to me as well.  I usually had not much time for
anything else.

   Well, this one Thursday my siblings and I decides to play some
basketball outside before I started prep for dinner that evening.  Well, a
window got broken.  My brother messed up a shot and hit the window.  My
step mother was furious.  She called a glazier while I had to clean the
broken glass inside, and my brother outside.  Took me along time as most of
the glass landed inside, and there were lots of little shards on the
carpet. After I was finished my step mom said we are all to be punished. 
Though I had to go in the kitchen and begin dinner as it would already be
late.  I was to be punished after I had done my chores.  I went into the
kitchen and I could hear what happened to the others.  And I popped my head
around the kitchen door once in a while just to see how bad I would get it
later.  I couldn't see anything clearly with the couch being in the way,
but it gave me an idea as to what to expect.

   My brother was punished first.  He was told to remove his trousers and
underpants and he was lectured with his hands on his head while his
step-siblings looked at him.  I then heard him get 6 strokes of the cane on
his naked behind.  He was then sent to his room.  My step brother followed.
He was given no 'nude lecture' but I did hear 6 strokes of the cane on his
naked bum.  Then he was sent to his room.  My step-sisters got it
different. The had to take off their dresses, but they kept their underwear
on.  And I heard over the knee spankings with their knickers still on.  I
was relieved, as it seems girls got an easier punishment, and that let me
get on with my chores with less nerves.

   I was to find out how wrong I was, which I will type up and post
shortly...



   Poor Laura - Post 2

   By the time dinner was done, and I had cleaned the bathroom, time had
got on.  I would usually only have time to do my homework and shower before
bed.  However, I would have to have my punishment as well beforehand.

   Everybody was in the front room, including my dad.  My stepmother had
been seeing the seeds of how I was to be punished, and my dad just went
along with it.  I was told because I had made dinner be late, that I was to
be punished further.  I was told to undress completely and stand with my
hands on my head, and I would be told how I was to be punished.  Any delay
would result in further punishment.  I tried to argue about if I wasn't the
one who had to clean the broken glass up, dinner wouldn't have been late.
My stepmother simply said "further punishment added".  I stalled and
pleaded with my dad, and my stepmother just said "further punishment
added". I was defeated, and I got no help off anybody, and I began to
undress.

   Once I was naked, my covering with my hands resulted with my stepmother
telling me I would be punished further.  So I meekly put my hands on my
head.  All went quite.  I glanced around the room.  I remember my dad,
brother and stepbrother sitting on the couch.  My two stepsisters sitting
on the floor in front of me, and my stepmother standing next to me. 
Everyone was staring at different parts of my naked body.  The most
embarrassing was realising my dad was looking in between my legs.  I was
deeply embarrassed and tries to squeeze my legs closed, and the humiliation
made me start to cry.  And I remember hanging my head in shame.

   My stepmother began the lecture.  It seem to go on forever.  Then I was
told my punishment.  6 strokes of the cane like the boys had.  I had to
keep my hands on my head, and lean forward so my bum presented a better
target.  Though that had the effect of causing my developing breasts to
dangle forwards.  And while I was caned, each stroke caused my to shudder,
which I knew caused my care breasts to jiggle.

   After that was done, I was told to shower and come down naked as I would
receive the 'added punishments' I had earned. 

   Back downstairs, my family had not moved.  My stepmother told me to lay
on the floor and get into the diaper position.  I started to cry again, but
did as I was told.  My stepmother told her son to hold my legs open.  Now I
know my bits were fully open to everyone's gaze.  I had never known
humiliation like this.  My stepmother kneeled down and started to spank my
bum.  The hits caused immense pain in top of the caning.  I was crying out
loud this time.  And my stepmother decided to finish with one swot to my
vagina.

   When it was done, all us kids were told to do our homework.  Though, I
was told not to dress.  I was to remain naked until bedtime, as it would
teach me not to argue about punishments or even hesitate when told to do
something.

   That was my first naked punishment.  And it was far from my last.



   Poor Laura - Post 3

   Well, I was always singled out.  I have been told since my stepmother
was threatened by me, and humiliating me with nudity was her way of
expressing her female dominance of the family.

   Nudity of the other kids did happen, but I was always sent out of the
room if and when it happened.  And it was only the boys.  Her two girls
didn't suffer any nude punishments as far as I remember.  And the boys saw
me naked so many times I lost count.

   I remember one day, a few months into the new living arrangement, I had
been sent to he store to get groceries.  I bumped into our next door
neighbour while there, and she kindly gave me a lift home.  I arrived home
some 20 minutes earlier than I would have if I walked.  What I walked into
shocked me and made me freeze.

   My brother was standing in front of my stepsisters who were on the
couch. He had his hands on his head.  He was naked from the waist down, and
his willy was hard.  My stepmother was standing over him, shouting at him
about being disgusting.  Then she saw me.  I was looking at his willy
(first one I had ever saw) in total shock.  My stepmother screamed at me
and dragged me in the kitchen telling me I would be punished later for
being perverted.  When I talked to my brother later that day, he told me he
was being trained to not get an erection in front of our stepsisters as it
shows disrespect.  He had got hard during his punishments so he had to
undergo training.  Several times a week he would have to stand naked from
the waist down while his stepsisters looked at his willy.  He would have to
try and stay soft.  Up till that point he always failed and would be
punished for it.

   Well, my punishment that night was similar.  I was standing naked again
in front of the whole family with my hands on my head.  This time my
stepmother had taken to making me stand with my feet apart.  So my vagina
was more visible to be looked at during my lecture.  I couldn't believe I
was being punished for looking at my brothers willy, while my stepmother
and her daughters were openly gawking at it.  My father did nothing though.
He meekly let her punish me this way.  And he would always look in between
my legs.  It was horrible.

   That night I experienced a different caning.  6 strikes of the cane
across my breasts.  3 on each breast.  That caused pain like I had never
felt up until that point.  When my nipples were striked the pain was
excruciating.  That was the first time I noticed my stepmother didn't keep
her usual frosty angry face.  I noticed a smile of satisfaction come over
her.

   Again I was kept naked for the rest of the night.  Even though I didn't
protest once, or hesitate when given any command.  Looking back I was being
trained to accept whatever happened to me.  And things only got worse.



   Poor Laura - Post 4

   My conditioning got worse.  I had sub-consciously accepted her complete
authority over me, and my father was really weak and let her treat me so
awfully. 

   I will share one other occasion.  The chores over time had near enough
got transferred all to me.  I had no social life.  It was school and
housework.  And my nudity at home eventually became common place.  By the
time I was 15, if I was told to undress naked, I simply did it. 

   This one evening when I got home from school it was a hot day.  My
stepmother told me I had some chores to do that night, so I had best
undress to keep cool.  I was told I could keep my panties on.  Which I
remember thanking her for, so bad was my conditioning.  Well I was told I
had to scrub the kitchen flor clean.  With a toothbrush.  And it had to be
spotless.  So I went to work, near enough naked on my knees scrubbing the
kitchen floor with a toothbrush.  She sat at the counter reading a magazine
so she could keep an eye on me.  My siblings had gotten so use to my
nudity, they often paid little attention to me at this point.  So they
simply walked passed me if they got themselves a drink.

   From time to time my stepmother would give me a two minutes break so I
could have a glass of water to rehydrate.  After I had cleaned the floor, I
prepped dinner.  I remember having to boil potatoes, which caused the
kitchen to get extra hot.  My stepmother kept giving me glasses of water.

   As my conditioning had gotten so bad, I had taken to asking her
permission for anything for myself.  So I asked if I could use the toilet.
She said no.  I had to wait until after dinner.  As the family gathered at
the dinner table, and I was playing up dinner (still topless) the pain in
my bladder was getting very bad.  So I asked permission again, though I
whispered it.  She told me if I asked one more time, she would thrash the
daylights out of me.  And as I had bothered her too much, I was to stand at
the counter to eat my dinner, while the others sat.

   Halfway through, my stepmother poured everyone a tall glass of water and
told us all to drink up, including me, as it was a hot day.  I got a few
sips in, and I couldn't take it anymore.  I started to pee myself.  My
stepmother went into a rage.  Yelling at me, and telling my father how
immature I was.  For some reason I just didn't defend myself.  I didn't
tell anyone I was told I couldn't use the toilet.

   That night after I had showered, I was spanked my everyone in the
family. I had to lay on my back on the settee, with my knees by my head. 
And each member of the family spanked my vagina.  My stepmother had told
them spanking my vagina would teach me to control myself.  I felt sick to
the stomach when my father and brother spanked it.  I was sure my father
enjoyed it in some perverted way.  Though he also looked deeply
embarrassed. Not as embarrassed as I was I can tell you.



   Poor Laura - Post 5

   As time went on, my life consisted of school and chores.  I was
practically running the house.  My stepmother turned into a lady of
leisure. And as long as she kept degrading me with nudity, my father was
complicit.  Humiliation was constant now, no need for it to be for
discipline reasons.  And I was so conditioned into pleasing my stepmother,
I did anything she asked, without question.  My social life ceased, and my
grades began to suffer.  I still remember why the first time I didn't
complete my homework.  I was 15 and half, and it had been a little over a
year since my step family moved in.

   This particular evening I was doing my list of chores.  And I was
topless.  She changed what amount of clothing I was allowed to wear each
day.  This day I did my chores in my school dress, socks and shoes. 
Breasts on display.  This particular evening time had got on, as I was
requires to descale the bathroom tiles to her satisfaction.  It took some
time.  Once I was finished, my siblings were already in bed.  I asked her
permission if I could go to my room so I could do my homework.  She
refused. 

   She told me to bring her a clean towel.  I did as she asked without
question.  I returned to the couch her and my father were sitting on
watching tv, and my stepmother told me "because it is such a warm evening,
you can make yourself useful and waft a nice cool breeze onto me and your
father while we relax watching our movie.  And Laura, as it is a warm
night, take the rest of your clothes off and fan us in the nude.  This will
help keep you cool as well".  Again, without question I stripped naked and
spent the next hour fanning them with a towel.

   When their film was done, I was told to stand in front of them.  My
stepmother grazed a finger through my pubic hair.  And she told my father
to do the same.  She commented on how thick it was growing, and she told me
to fetch the scissors.

   When I returned I was ordered into the diaper position.  My father knelt
above me and held my legs open.  He again had a unobstructed view of my
bits, and my stepmother began to trim away at my pubic hair.  It was
trimmed right down until it was a thin patch.  My stepmother smugly said
"there we go.  We can keep her looking like a woman, while still getting a
good view of her vagina for when she is being punished".  She told me to
stand up, and her and my father felt my new trimmed pubic hair. 
Instinctively through my conditioning, I thanked my stepmother for what she
had done.  She smiled at me, reached up and grabbed my nipples with both
hands, and forcefully bent me over so she could kiss me on the forehead. 
She then sent me bed.

   I tried to get my homework done while in bed, but the late time of
night, and the work I had done throughout the night had got the better of
me, and I fell asleep.

   He next day I was sent home from school with a letter stating I hadn't
done my homework.  And I feared the worst.



   Poor Laura - Post 6

   When I got home from school, I saw the list of chores I had to do.  My
stepmother must have been in her room, and I knew better than to disturb
her.  First on the list was to weed the garden.  So I got underway while my
siblings played and watched tv.

   Half way through, I was getting very hot as it was another warm
afternoon.  Though I knee better than to get a glass of water, or to change
into cooler clothes without permission of my stepmother.  Just as I was
thinking such thoughts, my stepmother appeared.  She called me over, and
gave me a glass of water.  Which I drank on the spot.  Then she told me to
remove my school uniform.  I stood in our garden, in my underwear.  Then
she told me to take that off as well.  Now I was conditioned to not
question her authority, but I did freeze, just for a moment.  Being naked
in the back garden wasn't a nice prospect.  It only needed a neighbour to
look out of a window.  Anyway, as soon as I was naked, she handed me a
bikini to wear.  "this will keep you cool" she said laughing as she walked
off.  I quickly slipped on the bottoms.  My bum was on display, with just a
triangle of material protecting my modesty at the front.  And then I put on
the top.  After much faffing, I finally realised the top was a couple of
sizes too small and my breasts were spilling out of it.  Still I got on
with the weeding, many times having to force a breast back into the flimsy
cup of the bikini. 

   When I had finished, I spoke to my stepmother in the kitchen.  I softly
asked her if it was alright to talk to her.  She nodded her head without
looking up fro bet magazine.  I passed her the note from school, and
quietly explained how late I had got to bed last night, and that is why it
wasn't done.  She read the note, and smiled.  Kissed me on the head, and
told me not to worry about it for now.  But to get on with my chores.  Then
she told me to take off the bikini.  As I was doing that, my brother came
in the kitchen.  My stepmother told him to help see if I was hot and
bothered.  He was told to grab my breasts and hold them, to see if they
began to get hot and sweat.  Well after working in the heat, it happened.
My stepmother told me to take a quick cold shower, and to put on clean
underwear.  Then to get on with dinner and the rest of my chores.

   It got to about 9pm when I finally finished, and I asked if I could do
my homework.  My stepmother shook her head and started to shout at me.  The
whole family was there, and I was marched into the middle of the room, so
everyone could witness my lecture about not completing homework.  And they
would witness the punishment that my stepmother was about to dish out on
me.



   Poor Laura - Post 7

   My punishment was a very degrading one.  After 10 minutes of shouting
about how I had let the family down by not doing my homework, while
standing in front of my family in just my underwear, my stepmother told me
to remove my bra.  I did so, and knew better than to cover my breasts with
my hands, so as usual I left my hands by my sides while my family looked at
my breasts.  My stepmother took my bra off me, and stood behind me.  She
then took my wrists and moved them around my back.  Then she tied my hands
together with my bra.  She then put her fingers in the tops of my knickers,
and slowly pulled them down, until my freshly trimmed vagina came into view
for my family.  She stopped when my knickers reached my knees, and told me
to spread my legs until my knickers stretched out, so my legs kept them up
without help.

   I stood like that for a few minutes while my stepmother lectured me some
more.  My family sitting quietly looking at me.  I could see my father
looking in between my legs again.  I always felt sick when I saw him
looking there.  Then my stepmother began caning me.  On the backs of my
legs, I got about 10 strokes on each leg.

   I was left like that for about 10 minutes while my stepmother took a
rest.  I was a snivelling mess, unable to rub my beaten legs as my hands
were still tied behind my back.

   My stepmother then instructed each of my family members to get up and
slap each of my breasts 5 times, so my father, brother, stepbrother and my
two stepsisters each slapped my breasts.  While they did this, my
stepmother went into the kitchen.  After my breasts had been beaten red
sore, my stepmother returned with two glass bowls of hot water.  She moved
the coffee table, and placed them on the floor in front of me.  She told me
to close my legs, and she slipped my knickers off me.  Then she took her
turn to slap my breasts.

   She then instructed me to get on my knees and bend over.  I still had my
hands tied.  She then moved the bowls so they were directly under my
breasts, then she told me to get my breasts in the hot water.  Well, my
already stinging breasts began to burn with pain.  The eater wasn't boiling
water, but it was very hot.  I was squealing in pain.  She told me to be
quiet and told me to take 10 strokes of the cane on my bum while my breasts
remained in the hot water.

   After it was done, I was a howling mess.  I was begging and pleading
with her to stop, I couldn't take anymore. 

   My stepmother, looking very satisfied told me I had 1 hour of punishment
time to serve, then I could get to my homework.  She rolled me on my back,
and told me to hold the diaper position, while my hands were still tied. 
She took the bowls back into the kitchen, and returned with some duct tape,
and a bottle of Tabasco sauce.  She taped my mouth up for the first time
ever.  Then she did something else for the first time.  She got her
hairbrush, and gave me a quick fire spanking on my vagina with it.  Then
she took the tabasco sauce, and smeared it all over the handle of her
hairbrush.  Then inserted it into my vagina.  I was screaming into my gag,
as my sensitive area burned in intense pain.  My stepmother calmly told me
to remain on that position for 1 hour, with the hairbrush in me, and my
punishment would be over.  If I moved, or took out the hairbrush, I would
be punished much further.

   This broke barriers that were previously in place.  This punishment had
me restrained, gagged and something inserted into my vagina.  My
humiliation, degradation and punishments changed forever after that night.



   Poor Laura - Post 8

   I will continue with the abuse stories my stepmother inflicted on me,
with the silent co-operation of my dad, at a later date.  Right now I want
to tell you about the change in the relationship dynamic I had with my
siblings.  I went from happy 14 year old school girl, to a 15 year old
slave, who was naked a lot, and was beaten in front of everyone a number of
times.

   The first few months, all my siblings enjoyed seeing me forcibly get
naked for my punishments.  My stepbrother and stepsisters especially.  The
never hid their grins.  While I am sure my brother liked looking at a naked
girl, he did have some compassion in his eyes for what I was going through.
And in private, he was being forced to be naked in front of our
stepsisters. So I knee he had some understanding. 

   At the time when all the chores were being assigned to me, my brother
would help.  Though, my stepmother would punish him for helping.  So that
soon stopped.  He also wouldn't stare for too long at my exposed private
areas, for a good while.  Though, all that began to change over time.  He
too was being conditioned.  Everybody was being told I was the problem
child.  Everything bad in our family life was down to my failings.  And
over time, as ridiculous as everything sounds, everyone was conditioned
onto believing I was inferior, and everything was my fault.  Including me.
My brothers eyes eventually changed from that of love and compassion, to
that of I was pathetic and I deserved it.  I knew he had changed when one
day while I was scrubbing the kitchen floor topless, my brother and
stepbrother came in to get a drink.  My stepbrother started kicking one of
my breasts as I worked.  He started laughing.  My brother not only did not
tell him to stop, my brother started kicking the other breast.  Not hard,
just so they would jiggle and sway.  I didn't even look up.  I just let
them do it.

   My stepbrother took every opportunity to look at me naked.  Once my
stepmother took to having me undress to do mt chores some nights, my
stepbrother would always find an excuse to be in the room I was working in.
At the beginning, he was careful not to linger, as my stepmother would shoo
him out.  Sometimes telling him off for being perverted and he would get
the cane, of course in his room away from me.  As time went on, that began
to relax.  My stepmother moving him along started to stop.  So he would
come in and stare as I worked.  Then one evening, while he was watching
dusting while topless, my stepmother told me to take off the rest of my
clothes.  Once naked, she invited her son to stand in front of me.  Then
told him he had 5 minutes tk touch me where he wanted.  And I had tk stand
with my hands on my head, and legs spread, and let him.  The only thing he
couldn't do, was to put a finger (or anything else) inside me.  As time
went on, this little right he had over me got extended.  Sometimes he would
be given rights to stop me when he wanted, so he could touch and feel what
he wanted.  At this point, still the practice of nothing internal of my
vagina was happening.  And he was threatened with a beating of a lifetime
if he violated it.  And nobody ever did, until my stepmother did with the
tabasco sauce incident.



   Poor Laura - Post 9 (final)

   My relationship with my stepsisters was different.  Well it would be. 
For the boys, much of it was teenage girl nudity.  For my stepsisters, who
were 2 and 3 years younger than me, it was about power.

   For the first 6 months or so, they too were punished for things they did
wrong.  Though in their rooms in private.  At the 6 month stage, things
began to change.  As I was polishing the varnished woodwork in the front
room, the girls were fighting over the tv.  I carried on working, then my
stepmother stormed down the stairs.  Saw them fighting, then with a face of
thunder, turned at me.  Then started yelling about letting them fight.  I
was old enough to stop them, and it was my responsibility.  I earned a
family time naked caning that night.  The girls got away scot-free.  And
after that incident, the times they were punished dwindled, and myself
getting punished for things they did wrong increased. 

   Not long after I turned 15, I remember the girls both laughing at me as
I was hanging out the washing.  They were snickering, telling me I was
going to be stripped naked later that night, and be caned.  I ignored them.
I knew better than to talk to anyone unless spoken to.  Then once inside
the house, I was walking through the front room, the youngest stepsister
had a vase in her hand, and she was smiling.  Then she dropped it.  I
instinctively began to clean it up.  The girls ran on to the couch.  And
when my stepmother came into the room, she saw her girls behaving watching
tv.  And myself cleaning up her broken vase.  It didn't take long, she was
soon bellowing at me.  I tried to defend myself, telling her that the girls
broke it.  She asked them, and they looked at her blankly and calmly said
that Laura had done it.  I got into trouble for trying to get her daughters
into trouble.

   I got a double punishment that day.  For the vase breakage, I was given
a standard naked caning.  I got a breast caning as well that night.  And as
for trying to blame my stepsisters, I was given an immediate punishment.  I
was told to strip naked.  Then get over my stepmothers lap.  I was given an
on the spot spanking.  Then she dropped me on the floor.  I was naked, and
curled up laying on the floor with a reddened behind, while my stepsisters
stood over me fully clothed and laughing.

   My stepmother then got hold of her hairbrush.  My stepsisters were told
to sit on the couch.  Then I was told to get over their knees.  Each of
them blistered my already sore behind with a hairbrush spanking.  After 30
minutes of that, and myself a bawling mess.  I was told to kneel in front
of the girls, while I was naked of course, beg their forgiveness for trying
to get them in trouble.

   After that, they realised the power they had over me.  They would bark
orders at me.  And I would obey.  Once in a while my stepmother would tell
them they were being out of order, and would tell me to carry on with my
chores.  However, usually she would just go along with what they would say.
Stripping naked and making me do jumping jacks, as they called the boys in
to watch was their favorite.  Sometimes I heard my stepmother laughing as
my boobs bounced all over the place, and the girls would scream at me to
jump faster and faster.  They were careful not to make me finish my chores
late though.  My stepmother would always admonish them for that if they
did.