It's always difficult, becoming the stepmother to a teenager, and Bridget is finding her own situation no different.

Making a good first impression is always key, but whatever she tries, the mature blonde just can't seem to get through to Abby. No matter what conversational tactic is attempted, the moody goth always seems to walk off in a huff, even if it starts off civil, and quite frankly Bridget is at her wit's end with the girl.

Talking with her husband, the girl's father, hadn't yielded any results, and Bridget had been on the verge of simply giving up and resigning herself to a life with a step-daughter who won't talk to her when one last opportunity presented itself: an extended business trip that her husband needed to take, leaving her with a solid month to try and win over her stepdaughter with nobody else in the house but them. It's an opportunity that Bridget doesn't intend to pass up!

When the day of her husband's departure rolls around, Bridget's already made plenty of preparations- she's sourced a few particularly unique bad horror movies after hearing about how much Abby enjoys them, and she'd hoarded plenty of popcorn and other assorted snacks, but she can already hear Abby skulking off and slamming her bedroom door. Not a great start, admittedly, but she'll be damned if she gives up quite that easily!

After laying out a selection of DVDs for their perusal later, Bridget dusts herself off and makes her way upstairs, grimacing at the feeling of too-loud bass rumbling through the floor beneath her. Far too loud, honestly, Abby's going to give herself hearing damage at this rate... Well, she won't say anything about it for now. Instead, she simply gives a sharp knock on the door, firmly enough to be heard over the racket of the girl's music, and waits for an answer- one that comes in the form of the music being paused and a huffy voice calling out.

"Ugh. What?"

Smoothing over a frown at the girl's rudeness, Bridget opens up the door, offering the lounging goth a bright, warm smile. At least the music was turned off, that's always a nice sign.

Taking in a breath, Bridget begins to speak.

"Well, as you know, your father has just left, and so it's just us girls in the house for a while! I thought we could bond with some movies, I bought some of those bad horror b-movies you seem to like so much- but if you've got some other ideas, let's hear them! So long as it's not illegal, I'm willing to hear out pretty much any pastime you might have, so if there's anything you've really wanted to do recently, now would be the time to mention it!" She ends with another warm smile, trying to get some energy going between them both. It only partially seems to work, as Abby does sit up a little straighter and fix her stepmother with a calculating gaze. 

She doesn't answer for a few moments, long enough for Bridget to start to worry, but eventually she clears her throat and swings her legs over the side of the bed to sit up properly.

"I, uh... yeah, I might have some ideas. It's a little weird, though, so you promise not to freak out at me and just say no if you don't wanna do it?"

The soaring joy of Abby finally confiding something in her entirely overrides any sense of apprehension or worry that Bridget might have felt under other circumstances here, ignoring the slightly ominous phrasing in favour of taking a few steps into her stepdaughter's incredibly messy, cluttered bedroom. Honestly, would it kill her to pick up more around here...

"Abby, I wouldn't dream of it! You know you can confide in me if you need to." Bridget speaks with a smile, and while Abby's response does contain the eyeroll she'd been expecting to see, the girl seems to be more inclined to be sociable. An unusual situation, to be sure, but a welcome one. 

"Right, yeah. I was just thinking, uh- since it's just us girls here and all, maybe you could help me out? I need to get some firsthand experience with stuff for my writing, and fuck if I'm asking my friends for it, so- anyway. I need to know what a spanking is like, and you're like, the whole housewife MILF deal, you probably know how to do that, right?"

Bridget's expression crosses a range of emotions during Abby's rambling confession; from a faint frown at her use of a curse word, to surprise at the topic at hand, to a conflicted sort of look when she's called a MILF... but ultimately, her expression settles on 'thoughtful', and she rubs her chin for the full effect. It's an odd request, there's no denying that, but following through on it could be pretty beneficial for the both of them. If she can get Abby to be a little more respectful and helpful around the house, well, isn't that generally the point of giving someone a cherry-red bottom? Lord knows it worked on her when she was a young lass.

After thinking it through for a moment, and accidentally leaving poor Abby to stew in mild nerves about what the eventual reaction will be, Bridget gives a slow nod of affirmation. 

"Yes. I think I can help you with that, but there'd be some caveats!"

"Right, yeah, of course. What, uh, what're you thinking?" Abby breathes out a sigh of relief, rising up to her feet so she can address her stepmother at something closer to eye level- though since she's a fair bit taller than the older woman, that doesn't quite end up working out the way she wants it to. Still, Bridget doesn't let that get to her, tilting her head up to survey her stepdaughter with a warm, encouraging smile.

"Well! You need the full experience to be able to write about it, right?" She waits for a moment, getting a hesitant nod from Abby before she continues. "I can do that for you, but it has to happen on my terms! A real spanking doesn't end until long after you've started kicking and squealing, but I think you're almost certainly going to earn some extra punishments too... so here's the deal! I'm going to spank you now, as well as taking care of anything extra, and we'll put you to bed early too with a top-up whacking to ensure you're well-disciplined. Does that sound fair, sweetie?"

Bridget fully suspects that Abby's asking for this for reasons beyond simply wanting experience for her writing, and the way that the goth girl's eyes light up proves that suspicion- to say nothing of the way she eagerly agrees to those terms after barely thinking about them for half a second. It's cute, honestly- but it's not going to save her hide from the kind of thrashing that Bridget is resolving to give her. 

A moment passes while Bridget sizes up her stepdaughter, pondering how much she'll be able to take, before she nods again and steps up to ruffle the girl's hair, beaming through the muted groaning that comes from the physical gesture.

Now, it's best to start out strong for the punishment, and Bridget knows precisely how it worked for her... once she's done ruffling the younger girl's hair, Bridget moves to pinch her earlobe instead, starting to march her firmly out of the room.

"Um- ow, hey, what the hell?" Abby protests, albeit weakly and hesitantly; she did ask for this, after all, but she's starting to get a taste for exactly how out of her depth she may end up being once the fun begins. Bridget just laughs softly, leading her stepdaughter down the stairs and into the living room, with only the occasional stumble on the way down. Perfect, so far so good...

"Now then! Put your nose into that corner over there while I fetch a few things. Chop chop!"

Abby had opened her mouth to question the instruction, but ends up only yelping when it's punctuated with a light slap to her clothed behind, making her reach back to cover it with both hands as she scurries off to the corner her stepmother had pointed to. She's seen this before, in her... 'research' into the topic of domestic discipline, so she doesn't need to be corrected when she gets into place: her nose presses hesitantly to the wall, her breath hot against the wallpaper, and she folds her arms behind her back for good measure. The whole experience is nerve wracking in the best way- exhilarating and unique, far different from when she'd experimentally put herself in timeout after first coming across the topic. There's something about it that hits very differently when there's someone else in the room actively watching her...

Speaking of that someone, it becomes apparent soon enough that Abby isn't going to be waiting in that corner for too long. She does have to wait while her stepmother fetches a chair and drags it into the centre of the room, then a touch longer while she busies herself doing... something else, god knows what, but less than five minutes later she feels that intoxicating feeling of a hand pinching her ear, pulling her back out of the corner and prompting her to gasp again. Bridget hums a little tune as she marches Abby towards the chair positioned ominously where she'd dragged it a moment before, and wastes no time sitting herself down in it, hands shifting to rest on Abby's waist so she can pull the girl into place in front of her.

"Alright, sweetheart, we'll skip the scolding portion this time since you know exactly why you're being spanked- oh! But it's pretty authentic to have you say the reason, so we'll do that. Put your hands on the back of your head, Abby." Bridget looks up at the girl expectantly as she finishes talking, nodding encouragingly as Abby hesitantly does as she's told. It's a motion she might come to regret, as Bridget takes advantage of her hands being out of the way to hook her fingers into the waistband of Abby's baggy lounge pants, tugging them down in one swift motion and reaching up to do the same to her panties before she has a chance to react.

When she does react, it's with a shocked gasp as she's bared in front of the older woman, keeping her hands on the back of her head and bending at the waist a little in a vain attempt at obscuring her nethers.

"Whoa! What the fuck- ow!" She dances back a step when Bridget lands a stern slap on the side of her thigh, shutting her mouth quickly and looking on with wide, flustered eyes. 

"Language. We'll wash your mouth out later... but! First things first... what are you getting spanked for, sweetheart?" 

It takes a moment for Abby to respond, of course- the poor girl's being tossed in the deep end with very little experience, and it shows on the way her face floods with pink and she stammers a few times before she manages to get out a satisfactory response.

"I, um. I'm getting s... spanked, because I asked for it?"

Bridget lets the statement hang in the air for a moment, wanting Abby to squirm a little, but ultimately nods, giving her stepdaughter another bright smile before starting to urge her down across her knees. It's a simple affair to get her over, but Abby ends up squirming and adjusting almost as much as Bridget ends up trying to adjust her as well, but it isn't too long before Bridget has her stepdaughter properly splayed across her knees, head down by the ground and pert, bare bottom positioned and angled perfectly for a proper session of discipline. With all of that done, there's clearly no more reason to delay, and so Bridget gets right into it- she gives Abby's upturned bottom one quick pat, stifling a giggle at the way the girl jumps and squirms just from that, and then...

SMACK!

Her hand swats down nice and hard, the sound of palm on flesh ringing out over the room and mixing with the sudden squeak that Abby gives, the girl tensing and wiggling a little over Bridget's knees. She's given the barest moment to adjust to the slight sting on her pale cheek, before the woman's palm cracks down again- and then again, again, a rhythmic pace that alternates Abby's slowly pinkening cheeks as the girl herself grits her teeth and focuses on trying to tough it out.

To her credit, her toughing it out does linger for a fair bit longer than it would've for some others; her bottom swiftly turns a nice healthy shade of pink under her stepmother's stern palm, and she's gripping the chair legs tight with the occasional grunt slipping from her pursed-shut lips, but she's managing to stop herself from kicking and squirming too much while she's disciplined. For now, at least... she doesn't know exactly what Bridget has in mind, and so she lets out a sigh of relief when the clockwork-paced rise and fall of her stepmother's palm finally comes to an end, a soft squeak leaving her when her warm, tingling bottom is given a faint pat.

"How are you liking your spanking so far, sweetheart?" Bridget sounds almost like she's purring when she speaks, and Abby's response begins as a nervous little laugh.

"Uh, it stings. So, what, do we finish up with more timeout, what's the usual play here?" 

Abby's question earns her another teasing little laugh from Bridget, as the older woman leans over to the side and plucks up the implement she'd set aside earlier- that is to say, the hairbrush she'd selected from the few she has access to, the heaviest and broadest to ensure that she covers as much of Abby's bottom as possible with each swing of the brush. Once she has it, she taps it first against her palm, and then against Abby's bottom, the latter causing the goth to tense up and look over her shoulder with a worried expression.

"Oh, no, sweetie. This isn't done yet- you're only pink! We'll need some nice redness before you're done over my knees." Bridget answers, cutting off Abby's attempt at protesting by raising the brush and bringing it down for a sharp, stinging CRACK of wood against bottom, transforming whatever Abby had been about to say into a wordless squeal of surprise and pain. 

"Wait wait- ow! Holy fuck, that stings!" Abby does find her voice after that swat, but Bridget pays it little mind, only tutting as she starts to paddle her poor stepdaughter's bottom steadily with the brush. The stubborn toughness from before barely lasts a minute into the spanking before the cracks start to show in her facade, and a further minute of steady, merciless paddling ensures that she's kicking her legs and squirming heavily enough to kick off her pants and panties, vocalising out with sharp, desperate squealing- but to her credit, she does her level best not to put her hands in the way. Though, it's hard to know if that's out of respect for the scene, or fear of getting her hands struck by the hairbrush so firmly punishing her pert, reddening rear end.

"Ow! Owww! Please, Mo- fuck! It hurts! Owowowwww!" She kicks and squirms and pleads her little heart out, but Bridget knows exactly what she's doing, and the merciless onslaught of the brush doesn't end until she's sniffling and on the verge of outright tears. Her bottom burns and throbs, on fire and enough to ensure that she won't be sitting down any time soon, and she's acutely aware of the fact that she'd have been bawling like a baby if things had gone on for even a minute longer...

"Alright, sweetheart, up you get."

It's all that Abby needs to hear- she shoots up to her feet, dancing from foot to foot and clutching her burning bottom with both hands, rubbing at the sting with a quivering lower lip. It's a very cute display, really, and one that Bridget watches with a slight smile. Abby's given a moment, and then Bridget rises to her feet, pulling the younger girl in for a warm hug and rubbing her lower back soothingly.

"It's intense, right? I'll bet you're gonna be a real good girl while your father's away, especially if I tell you that you're gonna get something just like that if you backsass me too bad. Right, sweetheart?" Bridget gives Abby the courtesy of not having to make eye contact, continuing the hug and letting the taller girl nod meekly into her shoulder before she breaks free.

"Great. So, we still have your mouthsoaping to take care off, so march that sore butt over to the kitchen, Abby! C'mon, chop chop!" 

Once again, her words are punctuated with a light slap to the bottom, but this time the effect is far more pronounced- as should be expected, given the lingering fiery sting still on those punished cheeks. Abby yelps, and hurriedly scurries over to the kitchen, with Bridget following close behind. 

There's no sense in dallying, and Bridget understands that, reaching out to grab some bar soap and running it under the faucet while Abby watches on with growing, mounting concern. 
"I, uh, I never asked for this part." Abby offers weakly, but Bridget only rolls her eyes, one hand moving to cup the back of the goth teen's head so she can push her head down and towards the soap starting to loom in front of her.

"Open wide, Abby. The language you displayed during your punishment is just  unacceptable, so we're going to have to clean that filthy mouth of yours." She starts to scold, channelling her own mother from punishments she'd received in her youth- and judging by the look on Abby's face before the soap even touches her lips, it's definitely working. Of course, her face scrunches up even further once the soap actually enters her mouth, and she instinctively tries to pull herself back, grimacing and whimpering in distaste as Bridget starts to scrub the foul, bitter taste all over her mouth, suds rolling down her chin as the older woman only hums happily. It's all too much for the poor girl, it seems- the combination of the throbbing in her bottom, the embarrassment of being bottomless in front of her stepmother, the foul taste and the chiding for using curse words... she starts to cry partway through her soaping, tears running down her scrunched up face as Bridget finishes up. 

"Aw, there we go... don't worry, sweetheart, tears are a natural part of your punishment." Bridget coos, pulling the soap out and setting it aside. "Okay, hold it in for a moment, don't spit. Are you going to use bad words while you're punished, sweetie?"

Abby shakes her head vehemently in response, still sniffling and crying, and Bridget ruffles her hair affectionately.

"Good girl. Spit it out and rinse now." She smiles again at the sheer desparation in Abby's motions as she moves to do just that. "So, that's the end of your punishment, until bedtime. Seven thirty, I expect you in your pj's and ready for bed, so I can give you your bedtime spanking. Is there anything else you wanted experience with, honey?"

For a moment, nothing, as Abby's too busy swishing some water around her mouth in a vain attempt at washing the taste of soap from her mouth, but she's quick to answer once she's given up on that fool's errand.

"No, ma'am. Um... I'll let you know if anything else comes up, though. I'm gonna be nervous for some of it, though..." Abby reaches back to rub her sore bottom as she talks, still a little self conscious- but Bridget doesn't seem to care, reaching over for a side-hug and giving her sore bottom a soft pat.

"Oh, I'll bet. Go on, sweetie, I know you want to disappear into your room and take care of business, if you know what I mean."

Abby can't stop herself from blushing, hiding her face behind her hands and letting out a flustered little groan. 

"Oh, come on..." She whines, but Bridget just laughs, leading her out of the kitchen with renewed enthusiasm.

"No no, it's fine, it's just us girls here! Go on, I'll put on some music while I vacuum so you'll have privacy." She says, winking at her flustered stepdaughter. Nothing more needs to be said- Abby doesn't even stop to pick up her discarded clothes as she pads off towards her bedroom, and Bridget watches her red bottom round a corner out of view with a satisfied smile on her face.

Oh yeah. Things are going to go a lot smoother around the house now, she's sure of that.