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Pixie
It can be tough living at home, especially when you’re 18. But it can be even tougher when your mom remarries the biggest bully in the world.
Baron, my stepdad, is a cold, ruthless billionaire, known for his take-no-prisoners approach to business. He gobbles up his competitors and spits them out again. I knew from the minute we moved in with him in his big, modern, lavish home that he didn’t like me, and what happened yesterday just confirmed it.
He’s snapped at me before – mostly because he doesn’t like my fashion sense. Talk about a controlling man. What kind of stepdad has the balls to tell his stepdaughter that what she’s wearing is inappropriate around the house? So what if I want to wear short-shorts? It’s not like anyone can see me.
I’m not proud of it, but his comments made me want to wear those things even more. So I did.
I started buying shorter and shorter shorts just to spite him, and seeing the look on his face when I’d come downstairs in them was priceless. I loved seeing how mad it made him. How dare I stand up to the king, right? He may be my mom’s husband, but he’s not my dad, and I’m not about to get on my knees for him and do what he tells me.
I kept pushing it until finally he took me aside when my mom wasn’t home and screamed at me. It was strange; he couldn’t even look at me as he did. He told me the next time I defied him I would be “severely punished.”
I figured he was just trying to scare me, so I went ahead and pushed it even further. But I was wrong.
I ruined his meeting with a Christian bakery by walking through his conference room in a pair of shorts that were basically underwear, and a tank top that showed so much side-boob it might as well have been my whole boob. So what did Stepdad do?
He spanked me.
Yeah. Like a little girl. After they left, he literally came and found me in my room, grabbed me by the arm, put me over his knee and spanked me. Hard.
I tried to cry out, but it was no use. He put a hand over my mouth and held me down. I was powerless. It was the most humiliated I’d ever been in my life, and my butt is still sore. Baron told me I was a bad girl and that I was his stepdad and he had complete and total authority over me. He told me he wouldn’t stand for my “daddy issues” and that I should stop prancing around the house “teasing” him.
Imagine that? Teasing him? The man who has sex with my mother? Talk about gross. I guess he thinks that just because he’s six-foot-four and has the body of a gladiator and all the women in the world want him, that I do too.
“You’re dressed like a fucking slut!” he told me. “But I’m not about to let you turn into one.”
He took my phone from me so I couldn’t “text boys” or “post thirst trap pics” on Instagram. I tried to get my mom to back me up, but she buckled as she usually does. There’s no question that she’s with him for his money. To be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s got a side guy; she’s always texting on her phone when Baron isn’t around.
Since he spanked me, my rebelliousness has soared to an all-time high. I’m doing things I don’t even know if I want to do just to upset him. Like meeting up with Harry tonight.
Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off to college next year. So when he messaged me and asked me to “hang out” and check out his new car, I knew what he was up to, but I said yes anyway. Just to spite my stepdad.
I should be able to do what I want. Is that too much to ask? Maybe it’s not the expected thing for a girl my age to do, but I’m standing up for myself. Just because Baron is able to boss my mom around doesn’t mean he gets to do it to me too. What kind of guy in his 30s tries to control what a girl can wear?
Baron may have taken my phone, but he didn’t take my laptop. I see Harry has sent me a message and quickly check it.
Hey. I’ll be outside in five.
I send a quick reply and finish getting ready. My hair is teased to look like I just had sex – being a virgin I don’t really know what that would look like, so I just am sort of winging it – and I’m wearing a skimpy pair of shorts and a cropped T-shirt that shows underboob if I stretch my arms too high. Baron is at the office still, and if I’m being honest with myself, I kind of wish he wasn’t, just so I could walk downstairs and pass him and see how pissed he gets.
I pass my mom’s bedroom on the way out. She’s on her iPad as usual and doesn’t even give me a glance as I head downstairs. I could be running a meth lab with Walt and Jessie out of the basement and she wouldn’t even notice. I know people like to talk about absent fathers, but if there’s a female equivalent, it would be my mom. I’ve been practically raising myself for as long as I can remember.
It’s a chilly evening, and the clouds are dark and murky in the deep, violet sky. A parka would be more appropriate than what I’m wearing now, and I can’t help but smile when I think about what Baron’s reaction would be if he saw me skipping down the driveway right now with half my butt hanging out.
Down the street a ways, I see the headlights from Harry’s car and make my way over to it. He’s wearing a total bro outfit. Tank top and shorts with beer can prints on them and a pair of worn-out sandals. His eyes flicker as I get in.
“Goddamn, girl. What you doing with a body like that?”