| Subject: Re: Spankings by stepfathers/stepmothers |
Author:
Timmy
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Date Posted: 23:19:36 10/24/07 Wed
In reply to:
Bob
's message, "Spankings by stepfathers/stepmothers" on 15:11:38 10/24/07 Wed
My mom left us when I was just 6, and Dad raised us alone for 5 years. When I was 11, he remarried a very nice woman that for the most part filled in the void mom had left.
She had been living with us for about 6 months when I got very mouthy with her one day after school. I was being a real jerk, and the straw that broke the camels back was the comment that she was not my real mother and I didn't have to do anything she said. I thought I had won when she left the room without fireing back any comment. We were home alone, and I was sure I was going to get the "I'm disappointed in you" lecture for the hundreth time.
Instead she returned with a paddle, a PADDLE!. She had a look on her face that I had never seen before. I explained that dad didn't spank, and told her to put that thing away. She explained that she DID spank, and that she was going to take advantage of our "private" time and teach me exactly why I did need to respect her.
I was small for my age, and without much trouble I was pinned over her knee protesting wildly as she tugged and pulled not only my jeans but boxers down past my knees. She had a grip on me like had never been on me before, and suddenly her leg was across the back of mine and my hand was pinned in the small of my back.
Her hand explored my bare bottom and actually tickled as she scolded me, explaining that she was going to teach me a bare bottom lesson like I'd never imagined. The tickling became spanks, rapid fire and her palm slapped me over and over, causing a glowing burn in my cheeks. No way I was crying, but I could feel the panic growing in my lungs. This lady wasn't fooling around.
Suddenly a seering burn spread in my lower cheeks as her handspanking became a paddling. A firecracker type pop echoed in the room with each lick, and getting this thing rapid fire had my eyes blured with tears in short order. Soon I was squeeling and wailing at the top of my lungs, but my bawling seemed to encourage her rage. She beat my ass to blisters, all over, top to bottom, hip to hip, with a cold indifference that no real mom could have. this lady ENJOYED beating my ass purple, and did not stop until I was left unable to sit for the rest of the day.
I didn't even care about modesty, and she got her first full view of my front privates when I stood naked in front of her rubbing my ass and dancing from toe to toe.
I'll never forget that day.
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