Story: The Cheerleader Conversion, Part 1

Laurel was a tomboy.  Her preferred clothes were ripped jeans, flannel shirts, dark jackets and a cap.  She spent her free time skateboarding, and hanging with the skater boys.  She hated spending time with other girls, she hated girly things, and – at the age of 18 – she hated that she’d ended up with quite large breasts, that had the boys she hung out with occasionally giving her glances that suggested they’d like to be more than just friends. 

She didn’t do well in school, and didn’t have any particular plans for after graduation, but that was okay, because her father Stephen was rich, and she was fairly sure she could coast on her inheritance for the rest of her life, if it came to that. 

But that all changed when her father remarried – completely out of the blue, with no warning.  And Laurel was completely horrified by his new wife. 

Her name was Annika.  She was skinny, blonde, beautiful, and she had fake tits nearly the size of her head.  Laurel supposed that to men – such as her father – Annika looked like a wet dream come to life, but to Laurel she was disgusting. 

Annika did occasional work as a model – and a nude model at that.  Within a week of her shock wedding to Laurel’s father, there were framed pictures of Annika up around the house – pictures where she was topless, or even completely naked.  In most she was coyly hiding her tits or her pussy with her hands, but pride of place in the dining room went to one of Annika’s porn centrefolds, in which she hid nothing and was proudly spreading her legs to show the world her naked cunt.  The magazine’s text over this image read “THE IDEAL WOMAN”. 

Laurel was forced to stare at it, every breakfast and dinner, while she ate. 

If Annika horrified Laurel, then Laurel horrified Annika even more.  The very first time that Annika saw her new stepdaughter, she turned to Laurel’s father Stephen and said, “You let her dress like this?” 

Stephen had blushed and said, “Laurel’s more comfortable with the boys than with the girls.” 

“And so she should be,” said Annika.  “Women *need* men to guide them and… meet their biological needs.”  She stroked Stephen’s shoulder.  “Like *you*, Stephen.”  And then she giggled, and went on.  “But your daughter is never going to learn how to please a man dressing like that.” 

Laurel had been outraged.  “I don’t *need* to please men!  I’m not defined by men!” 

Annika looked at her archly.  “Oh, doing well in school, then, are you?” she asked.  “High marks?” 

Laurel’s father must have been talking.  Annika clearly knew that Laurel was *not* doing well. 

Laurel responded with a blush, and silence. 

“There’s nothing wrong with being a bimbo, sweetie,” said Annika.  “Look how it pleases your father.  He didn’t marry a lawyer or a scientist.  He married the girl who made his dick hard.”  She giggled again – and openly squeezed the front of Stephen’s pants with one hand, making Stephen blush – but also producing a noticeable tent in Stephen’s pants. 

“You’re gross,” said Laurel, scrunching up her face. 

“Honey,” said Annika.  “When your tits swelled up like that, surely you didn’t think that was your body preparing you to be an *independent woman*?”  And she giggled again. 

“Dad, how could you marry this woman?” Laurel demanded. 

“Annika is very lovely,” said her father.  “And she’ll make a fine stepmother to you.”  

By which he meant that he enjoyed having his dick sucked by Annika, and that he had acquired a taste for cumming on her oversized tits. 

“Stephen, honey,” said Annika.  “Let me be in charge of Laurel.  Let me make her into the daughter you *deserve*.” 

“No way!” objected Laurel.  “Fuck off!” 

Annika squeezed Stephen’s cock again.  “She’s not doing well in school.  What’s she going to do after she graduates, Stephen?  Just lie around the house?  While *we’re* trying to enjoy ourselves?” 

Stephen cleared his throat.  “Annika has a point, honey,” he said.  “I’ll tell you what.  If you get good grades in your first semester tests next fortnight, we’ll speak no more about it.  But if you get Ds again, like you have been recently, then I’m going to expect you to listen to what Annika has to say.” 

“Fine,” said Laurel.  “I’ll bring my grades up.  But there’s no way I’m doing what this big-titted bitch says . She’s not my mother.” 

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But despite Laurel’s best efforts, her grades did *not* come up, and at the end of the semester she was staring at a couple of lonely Cs, and a bevy of Ds and Fs. 

Meanwhile, Annika had demonstrated her intention to engage in absolutely outrageous behaviour.  She routinely wore nothing but lingerie around the house – and sometimes just went naked.  And she engaged in sexual behaviour with Laurel’s father right out in the open, where Laurel was forced to see it.  At breakfast, sometimes she would crawl under the table and suck on Stephen’s cock as Stephen tried to awkwardly make conversation with Laurel.  As they watched TV at night, she would kneel in front of Stephen and masturbate his cock, until Laurel was forced to watch her father ejaculating over Annika’s face and tits. 

Annika called this “being a good role model for Laurel”, and making Laurel see it was entirely the point.  Laurel complained to her father, but her father was clearly too enamoured of the 24/7 sexual service he was receiving from his new wife-pet to say no to Annika, and the public sexual displays continued. 

Annika also received spankings in the evening, every two or three days.  For these spankings, she would strip until she was naked from the waist down, and she would lie over Stephen’s lap, and he would deliver thirty spanks onto her naked buttocks.  These spankings would be for imaginary offences, that Annika urged Stephen to make up.  On one occasion she was spanked for “thinking too hard”, and on another she was spanked because “her tits weren’t big enough” (as if they could possibly be any bigger).  And after every ten spanks, Stephen would stop, and Annika would apologise for the alleged sin, in a way that also demeaned her. 

“I’m sorry my tits aren’t big enough, and that I’m a stupid cunt,” Annika would say.  Or, “I’m sorry I didn’t make you cum faster this morning, I’m a useless little bitch.”

These spankings didn’t seem to hurt Annika – only arouse her – and they would usually end with Annika and Stephen retiring to Laurel’s father’s bedroom for a noisy round of vigorous sex. 

It was with some dread that Laurel revealed her grades to her father. 

“Well, Laurel,” said Stephen, as he looked at them.  “This isn’t what we agreed.” 

“There are some Cs there!” said Laurel, in her own defence. 

“Two – in metal shop, and in gym,” said her father. “Not exactly the foundation of an academic career.” 

“I don’t see why it matters,” complained Laurel, pouting.  “It’s not like we need money or anything.” 

“Well, that’s true,” said her father.  “But it doesn’t mean you should expect me to pay for you to be a delinquent.” 

“In fact, he can’t,” said Annika, who had been massaging Stephen’s groin throughout this conversation. 

“What does she mean?” demanded Laurel. 

Stephen blushed.  “Well, it’s in the pre-nup contract we signed,” said Stephen.  “Annika was worried I would waste all my money on you instead of taking care of her properly, and so… well, technically I can’t give you any money, or spend money on you, without Annika’s approval.” 

Laurel’s eyes went wide.  “What?  But… that’s my inheritance!” 

Annika wiggled a finger at Laurel.  “No, honey,” she said.  “It’s *my* inheritance.  If your father passes away, the pre-nup says it all goes to me.  So you’d better be nice to your new mommy.” 

“I can’t believe this!” said Laurel.  “I can’t believe you’d give your money to this… to this WHORE!” 

“Stephen!” squealed Annika, gripping the cock of Laurel’s father through his pants.  “Are you going to let your daughter talk to me that way?” 

“No,” said Stephen.  “Laurel, honey, apologise to your mother.” 

“She’s not my mother!” screamed Laurel.  “Dad!  This is insane!” 

Annika squeezed Stephen’s cock again.  “I think you should punish her, Stephen,” she said.  “Like we discussed.  Remember?” 

Stephen nodded.  “I’ve been lenient with you too long, Laurel,” he said.  “Pull down your pants.” 

“WHAT?” screamed Laurel. 

“Pull down your pants and panties for a spanking, Laurel,” said Stephen.  “I’m not going to allow you to call your mother a whore.” 

“Only Stephen gets to call me that,” giggled Annika. 

“No way,” said Laurel.  She prepared to storm off. 

“Laurel, if you don’t do as you’re told, I swear to God you’re sleeping on the street tonight,” said Stephen.  “And your skateboarding gear will go to goodwill.” 

Laurel paused.  It sounded like her father meant it. 

“Pants down, young lady,” he said again. 

Laurel trembled with humiliation.  But she knew she *had* gone too far.  She shouldn’t have called Annika a whore. 

And so, reluctantly, she began to pull down her jeans. 

She couldn’t believe this was happening.  Her father hadn’t seen her naked body since puberty.  In fact, *no one* had.  But as she pulled off her jeans, and hesitated, she could see in her father’s stony expression that she really *was* going to have to take off her plain cotton panties and show her father – and her horrid stepmother – her cunt. 

Annika gave Stephen’s cock an extra squeeze as Laurel blushingly drew her panties down her legs. 

“Good girl,” said Stephen.  He was blushing, too, and – thankfully – avoiding staring at his daughter’s exposed pussy.  “Now come and lie across my lap and get your spanking.” 

Annika had to move – releasing her grip on Stephen’s groin – for Laurel to lie on the couch.  Laurel awkwardly lowered herself down, draped over her father’s lap, ass up.  To her horror, she could feel her father’s erection poking against her belly, through his pants.  Just another reason to hate Annika. 

And then Laurel’s father began to spank her – and it was not at all what Laurel was expecting. 

Laurel had never been spanked, in all her life, and she had vaguely imagined it to be something intensely painful, like being repeatedly punched.  But what her father was doing was quite different. 

Each blow landed on the fleshy part of her buttocks, just above her legs, and landed with a force that was mostly thuddy, transmitting a vibration through her entire rear.  It did hurt, but it also… felt good.  Like receiving a therapeutic massage. 

And to Laurel’s horror, she felt something else with each hit – a little tingle in her pussy, as the vibrations of the impact shook her groin. 

After ten spanks, Stephen stopped. 

“Make her apologise, Stephen,” said Annika.  “Make her say the thing.” 

“Apologise to your mother, Laurel,” said Stephen.  “And call yourself a stupid cunt.”

“What?” objected Laurel.  “I’m not calling myself that.”

Her father roughly pulled her legs apart, exposing her cunt.  

“I’ve been spanking your ass, Laurel,” he said, “but we can spank your pussy instead, if you’re going to be difficult.”

Laurel squealed, and tried to close her legs, but her father was holding them open.  She had no illusions that spanks directly on her sensitive pussy would be as pleasant as what she had experienced so far.

“I’m sorry!” she said.  “I’m sorry I called you a whore, Annika!  I’m a stupid cunt!”

“Good girl,” said Laurel’s father.  He let her close her legs, and then he resumed spanking her ass.

There was no doubt about it – these spanks felt good.  And there was something about being held down on her father’s lap – completely helpless – that was also doing something to her.  She realised that at the moment her father had forced her legs apart, her pussy had gotten a *lot* wetter – and now it seemed eager for each new thwack on her ass.

At twenty spanks, her father paused again.

“Apologise again, honey,” he said.

“I’m sorry I called you a whore, Annika,” Laurel said.  “I’m a stupid cunt.”

And then ten more spanks.  And now Laurel was moaning, softly.  She couldn’t help herself.  They felt so good.

And at thirty, they stopped again.

Laurel didn’t have to be prompted. “I’m sorry I called you a whore, Annika.  I’m a stupid cunt.”

But that was it.  Her father was done.

“Get up and put your pants on,” he told her.  And there was a note in his voice that made Laurel feel immediately ashamed – as if it were *her* fault that she was half-naked in front of her father.  She blushed, and jumped to her feet, to find her panties.

But before she could, Annika said, “Thank your father for spanking you.  And give him a kiss.”

Laurel blushed.  “Thank you for spanking me, daddy,” she said.  And she leaned down to give her father a kiss on the cheek.

But as she leaned in, Annike grabbed her father’s head, and turned it – and Laurel ended up planting her kiss directly on her father’s lips.

Both Laurel and Stephen immediately pulled back, but Annika said, “From now on, that’s how you kiss your father, Laurel.  On the lips.  None of this European cheek-kissing bullshit.  You owe him everything, and you’ll kiss him properly, do you understand?”

And even as she said this, she was already sitting next to Stephen again, and she had extracted his cock from his pants, and she was enthusiastically pumping it with one hand, while aiming it at Laurel.

“Tell your daughter to kiss you on the lips, Stephen,” said Annika.

“Your mother knows best, Laurel,” said Stephen.  “Come and kiss me on the lips.”  His face was flushed with arousal, and embarrassment, but he was serious.

And so Laurel – still naked from the waist down – had to lean down and deliberately kiss her father on the lips, as Annika pumped her father’s cock in the general direction of Laurel’s exposed pussy.  She kissed him as she would a boyfriend, and he responded, pressing her lips against hers.  She felt his tongue briefly flick over her lips.

And then the kiss was over, and she was finally free to dress herself.

Her father stared at her ass and pussy as Annika masturbated him, until Laurel was finally covered, and able to flee to her bedroom.

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But the next morning, Laurel had to face what she truly feared.  She came to breakfast to find her father waiting, and her stepmother completely nude with what Laurel realised was her father’s cum drying on her breasts.

“We need to discuss the agreement you made, Laurel,” said her father.

“I’ll get better grades next semester,” promised Laurel.

“No, that’s not good enough,” said her father.  “We agreed that if you couldn’t get your grades up *this* semester, that your mother would take a role in raising you for the rest of the year.  So that’s what’s going to happen.”

“This is ridiculous,” said Laurel.  “What could Annika possibly teach me?”

“I can teach you how to make men happy,” said Annika.  “I can teach you how to make your *father* happy.”  And she smiled, and scooped up a little cum from her tits with her smallest finger, and then brought it to her mouth and sucked on it.  “You’re not making him very happy right now, Laurel, I can tell you.”

Laurel had several choice words to say in response to that – but she had been spanked last night for calling Annika a whore, so she kept her mouth shut.

“So you’re going to do what Annika tells you,” said her father.  “She’s going to help you be more attractive and popular.”

“And if you don’t do what I say,” said Annika, “then you’re not getting a single cent of your father’s money, for the rest of your life.”

Laurel pouted, and tried to think of a way out of this humiliating situation.

She couldn’t.

“Fine,” she said.  “What do you want me to do?”

“Three things, to start with,” said Annika.  She raised three fingers, and counted on them as she listed off her plan.

“One, we’re going to give you a wardrobe makeover.  No more unflattering jeans and baggy tops.  We’re going to give you clothes fit for the big-breasted attractive girl you are.”

“Two, we’re going to do something about your look.  That hair is too pretty to hide under a cap.  And you’re going to learn how to apply makeup, Laurel.  A little blush will do wonders for you.”

“And three, we’re going to put you where you belong at school.  Hanging out with the skate kids is a great way to get addicted to weed and be a loser.  You’re fit, and you’re pretty, and that is NOT where you belong.”

Laurel was fuming inside at every word of this.  She rose to the bait.

“Where DO I belong, then?” she asked.

Annika beamed, and giggled.  “Oh, Laurel,” she said.  “We’re going to put you where you should have been your entire school life.”

She scooped up another drop of cum from her tits, and sucked it off her finger, and giggled again, and then said:

“We’re going to make you a cheerleader!”

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