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. You can't do that!" I was never spanked before. I didn't want to find out what it felt like at all. But, I was sure she was bluffing. 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.”

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She continued with the belt. I didn't think I cold take any more. I was beyond crying. I didn't have the strength to. Soon she stopped. She stood me up. Seeing a girl’s pants was unheard of in everyday life, so for it to be sanctioned, legally, was almost akin to waiting for execution where you were not only punished, but legally invaded and destroyed, like in an act of war. It was both somehow thrilling and terrifying. The adults who mostly protected you could also punish you. This kindled in me my first great ‘love’ in the murky world of shadows – the desire to see a pretty girl spanked.And yet, my family lived in such a world. Once, when the older of my brothers and I were adults, still living at home, a petty argument escalated until he assaulted me, utilizing his military training to inflict maximum pain and terror while avoiding serious injury. We were not alone. My mother watched, ignoring my pleas for help, later stating that she thought I needed the beating as a lesson in controlling my temper. When I tried to tell my father what had happened, he lectured me on respecting my mother and chided me for using profanity in expressing my anger. Why haven’t you taken his pants down?” Doreen asked with interest. “Oh my dear, that’s far too vulgar.”“But you used to cane Rory on his bare bottom?”“Ah that’s different – he’s my son, whereas this one is merely in my charge. I’ve no desire to see what he’s got down there! But pants up nice and tight, and we have a perfect view. Now we’ll see who’s boss, young man!” Mum and I have laughed about that day many times over the years since. I do wonder if she had planned the bare bottom element or whether it was a spur of the moment decision. Ashley! Rebecca! What the Hell do you two think you're doing??" My friends' mother shouted as she re-entered the living room from the garage. At the sound of her voice, the two girls jumped up in horrific surprise, abandoning their pokers and paper in the forbidden fireplace. We had been enjoying burning small bits of paper, using the brass pokers to hold them over the flames like marshmallows...They hadn't heard their mother open the garage door, like I had. Yes Aunt Christine." I replied. The rest of the trip to my new home was spent in silence. We pulled into the driveway of a nice 2-story white house. It seemed pretty standard to me. I followed her in.

Bikini Brittany is queen of the stepmom OnlyFans genre. She loves to sext and chat via video, and she enjoys sharing her gorgeous body in daily pics and videos. One of her favorite things to do is making custom content that is personalized for her fans. 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. Once I was in place, I heard her say: “You are such a naughty boy, Jay! Birthday or not, 13 is not too old for a good old-fashioned spanking!”I still get a shiver of excitement thinking about those words – if I ever find a girlfriend who is willing to spank me for fun, I will ask her to say that every time!I even began to think about naughty things I might do to provoke her into spanking my bottom. The problem with the plan, of course, was that my father was there. If I was going to get a spanking for anything, he would almost certainly be the one to give it to me. The age – and his dating antics – would make my mother crazy. She often grew frustrated with the girlfriends-of-the-moment. With my dad. The immaturity of the whole situation. Most of these women didn't know how to act like adults, let alone respectfully navigate a relationship with a man that had kids and an ex wife. None of them knew how to handle the divorce, the demands of the ex-wife and the kids – until my stepmom came along. In the end, my birthday spanking lasted just shy of 13 minutes although, as before, there were several breaks for conversation. However, Mum had a bigger surprise for me. Hearing that, I instinctively clapped my hands over my mouth to hold in a gasp, my entire face going beat red in no time flat. But...Surely I had to be hearing things, right? I mean, it couldn't actually be a--

I did find the atmosphere of spanking that was around in every facet of cultural life quite exciting; forbidden, terrifying, and yet intriguing. At my primary school I was once sent to the headmaster for playfully spanking a girl’s bottom – but instead of getting the cane (which is what usually happened if you were sent to the head) he just scooped me up in one movement, slapped my behind three times and told me to never to do that again. I was otherwise a model pupil, so I guess I’d earned some credit points. Mum and I remain very close – and I believe those fun spankings have a lot to do with the strength of our relationship. In fact, as I was typing this story, she called me – it’s almost like she knew what I was up to! I was unsure of what to do. Something didn't feel at all right. I obeyed. I stripped down to my underpants. Soon my t-shirt and elastic wasteland shorts were on the floor next to me. I sat down again. The brush served me well, if painfully, growing up, and it has served my four children in much the same way.She took hold of my chin and looked me in the eye. “You’ve got the face of an angel and hands that are a gift from God. Now let’s see if you’ve got a nice little bottom that the Lord made for spanking, shall we? Take your trousers down!” I'm very upset at what my son did and he absolutely deserved to be punished but this woman had no right to touch my kid. His father supports what she did and gave her permission and I'm ready to raise hell. I need her to learn her place as a stepparent NOT a parent. The girls are grounded for the rest of today, and probably tomorrow. Meaning they can't have any friends over."