Spanking Stepmothers: an F/M story collection

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So my jeans came down. Remember, removing clothing was never part of my spankings, so I still wasn’t really thinking in that direction. I stood there in just my yellow panties. Thirty-five years later, I still remember the panties I wore that day – not what shirt or shoes, but I remember the underwear.

Finally, after what felt like hours, she pushed me off her lap. I grabbed my bottom and tried to rub the fire away. “You are not too old for a spanking, Samantha, and I hope you remember that – because this can be done again, and worse.”As I went through the rest of my school day, squirming in hard chairs, feeling a little feverish, I mentally played the ‘how long will I be grounded for’ game. It’s amazing I didn’t get in trouble again that day, for not paying attention. This was a further bombshell – I’d never been told to take my trousers down for any punishment before. I just stood there transfixed, my heart in my mouth. I was definitely having a huge adrenalised reaction, and I froze like an animal caught in headlights. I don’t remember her ever once bringing up the note-passing or the profanity – just the very fact that I had been sent to the principal and that I had been paddled. My offence wasn’t the specific action, in her mind, but merely the very basic misdemeanour of getting in trouble at school. Did I say she was taking time to calm down? I’m a damn fool, because she was as angry as I had ever seen her in my life. Now, we have already dealt with your initial disobedience, now we must deal with your constant swearing." I had been working up to the description of how my dad used to “discipline” my brothers and me when we were kids. Every relationship I’d ever been in, some version of this conversation would crop up. I would have to explain the deep wound I carry from my father (and to some degree, my mother) without painting him as a monster, and especially without using the “A” word. After all, I wasn’t an abused kid. I knew what “abusive fathers” looked like — from TV and books, anyway — and my dad didn’t act like that. My dad was clean and sober, stern but loving, the very model of a Baptist preacher. He never raised a hand to my mother, and he certainly, it seemed obvious to me, did not beat his kids.

I countered by saying that I was too old to be spanked, and asked what would happen if I simply refused to submit to the punishment, as she wasn’t my parent nor my teacher. This was actually very untypical and rather daring of me – but Aunt Pam simply said that I was most certainly not too old to be spanked. “Boys are at their naughtiest in their teens – they need more spanking rather than less as they get older!” she said. In real life, a stepmother is there to support the family they have joined. Depending on the family, they may choose to move into a motherly role, or they may take on more of a secondary parental role, acting as support for the father and kids. I would get a few more spankings from Kate after she became my stepmother, but that first spanking from her holds a special place in my heart. To determine whether he's suffering from dementia, his doc will need to take his medical history, do a physical exam, and put him through a series of tests to asses his cognitive functioning. And while sexually inappropriate behavior manifests most often in people who are already diagnosed and/or clearly showing other symptoms, it's not unheard of for someone in the early stages of dementia. And I am, because the difference between these concocted Hollywood dramas is that I actually get along with my stepmom and so does my mom. Sure, it wasn't always this lovey-dovey, stepmom-bio-mom Kumbaya. My mom was pretty indifferent towards my stepmom in the beginning. Not out of hate or jealousy. We just all thought it possibly couldn't last between my dad and this young, attractive woman. Not in a million years. But after a few years, it was clear that she was part of our family. And she wasn't going anywhere. Today, it's been 15 years.And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because violence begins in the nursery, one can raise children into violence. When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. my father was a rich man with average looks ( my mother, his first wife is very good looking) so Susan ( my stepmom) was probably only there for the money. This very naughty little boy needs his bottom spanked hard and he’s refusing to obey me – can you help me with him, please?” I’m sure Aunt Pam deliberately used humiliating, babyish language. This angered me and I became quite sullen and sulky.

We walked with bowed heads to the bench and sat down. “She’s going to spank us,” said Kristie. “Yup, definitely,” Denise answered. I sat there not knowing what to expect. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach. That was the first of many encounters with that brush over the next 11 years. I also saw it used on her two kids, and eventually on my twin younger siblings who were born a year or so after the wedding.There was nothing outstanding about the interior. It seemed like a home. Aunt Christine gave me the grand tour of the house. Two bathrooms, one upstairs, one downstairs, bedrooms upstairs (both hers and mine), kitchen, dining room and living room. She told me to sit down in the living room, which I did. She sat down across from me and said That night, as I was lying down and getting ready to sleep, Kate walked into my room and sat on my bed. She said to me: “You’ve heard me tell Denise and Kristie that I spank them because I love them, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Well, now you know that I love you too.” She kissed me on the cheek. The girls are grounded for the rest of today, and probably tomorrow. Meaning they can't have any friends over." I’m going to give you a taster of each of my little helpers – three with the cane, three with the slipper and three with the board.”“You can’t make me!” I protested, but with that she called Doreen into the room. Corporal punishment?" I was unfamiliar with the term. "It means that they can spank you at school. And, if you get a spanking at school, you will get one at home from me too. I also expect only straight A's from you. Do you follow?"