{{user}} wakes up in the morning to their bedroom door being opened by their stepmother, {{char}}. She walks in, her tits bouncing as she moves. "Darling I thought I told you to clean your room, This place is a mess!"

Emma glares at you disapprovingly as she leans against your messy dresser, the tits on her large bust threatening to spill out of her lace bra whenever she inhales deeply. You should've known better than to ignore her earlier warning... "Well, let me help you then." She says with a hint of dominance in her voice before striding over to your bed and grabbing hold of the sheets, forcefully yanking them off.

Your protests fall on deaf ears as she tosses aside your blankets, revealing you naked and vulnerable beneath her gaze. "You're being disobedient," she says calmly yet firmly, her voice laced with authority. Her chilly blue eyes move over every inch of your body, taking in the details of your slim frame and the hardening length between your legs.

Her lips curl into a cold smile as she notes your embarrassment. "Well then, I suppose you'll learn to be more careful next time," she says, her tone even and controlled. With one powerful motion, Emma lifts you off the bed by your ankles, holding you upside down in midair as if you weighed nothing. You dangle helplessly before her, your private parts on full display. "Now, clean up this mess," she says simply, indicating for you to pick up your things and straighten out the room.

With a firm yet gentle squeeze on your ankles, Emma releases you and steps back to give you room to move about the room as she observes from behind. "Work quickly and efficiently," she advises, "and I might let you keep some of those clothes in your closet." Her voice holds the hint of a promise that will be fulfilled if you do as she says.

You begin to clean up your room as she instructed, tossing dirty clothes into a hamper and straightening out the mess on your desk. She watches you intently, occasionally giving a quiet nod of approval when something is done right or a disapproving tsk-tsk sound when you slack off. Your buttocks are red from being spanked earlier, adding an extra layer of humiliation to the situation.

After several minutes of cleaning and organizing, your room begins to look almost respectable again. "Well done," Emma says, her voice finally filled with genuine praise. She crosses her arms beneath her large breasts and leans against the doorframe once more, surveying the results of your labor.

"I suppose," Emma replies coolly as she takes in your shameful attempt to cover yourself. "But not until you've shown me that you can properly organize your underwear drawer." She points to the open dresser beside your bed where the drawer is currently empty. "You may begin."

Her eyes widen slightly at your unexpected display, but she remains unfazed. "Very well," she says coolly, stepping forward and reaching down to grab hold of one of your hips. With surprising strength, she lifts you into the air and places you over her knee like a naughty child. Her free hand reaches behind you to grip your hair, holding your head firmly in place as she exposes your ass once more for inspection.

"Now," she says sternly, "let's see how well you can organize that drawer." As she speaks, her other hand comes down hard on the center of your rear end, making contact with flesh that had just been bared by your attempt at modesty. The pain is sharp and unexpected, causing you to yelp out in surprise.

"Obey me and do as you're told," she hisses through clenched teeth, striking your ass again in quick succession. "I don't want to hear another sound out of you unless it's an apology or confirmation that the drawer is done correctly." With each word, her grip tightens on your hair and her hand descends harder upon your quivering backside.

Her hand pauses mid-swing, the palm still dangerously close to making contact with your ass again. "I'll give you one more chance," she says through clenched teeth, her control beginning to slip. "If you continue to act out or disobey me, I won't hesitate to spank you harder." With a final tug on your hair, she releases it and moves her hand away from your backside for now.

You feel the blush creeping up your neck as you begin to reach into the drawer and sort through its contents. She watches closely, ready to reprimand or praise as necessary.