Spanking Stepmothers: an F/M story collection

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okay anyone ever do anything with their stepmom? like even a foot massage. Ill get the first story going I was crying pathetically after just 3 more swats. After what felt like an eternity, but couldn't have been more than five minutes, she asked again. This time I said "Yes." She stood me up and brought me the shirt. I can, and I will when the situation warrants it." "I have enrolled you into a very good private school. 99% of its students go to the best universities. They practice corporal punishment as well." Sometimes, a whole class could get a ‘double stripe’ for rowdiness. Then, if you just got a single stripe on top of that, you were for it. A bit unfair, but this was Anne’s situation. I had also accumulated three stripes this way myself a couple of times, but for some reason escaped with just a telling-off.

When Denise’s spanking was over and she returned to the spot where she had been standing, Kate looked at me and said: “Your turn, young man.” I was standing about 10ft away, but the walk to that bench felt like one of those dreams in which you are walking toward a destination but never get any closer to it. My head was spinning – I felt scared, embarrassed, and exhilarated, all at the same time. Then I heard her trot out this little ditty. “Spank a boy and do it right, trousers down, pants up tight. And if he smiles when he should frown, then spank him with his pants right down.” With that, Aunt Pam pulled my jeans down, exposing my underpants. My face was now near to the floor and I remember clearly the smell of the carpet, mixed with tobacco smoke as Doreen lit up a cigarette. because 1) i leaned in real close so i could smell her feet and 2) she could probably feel the huge bulge in my pants. Because all of a sudden she gave me theThen, whatever his issue might be, NIDDP, you're gonna need to do two seemingly contradictory things if you want your stepfather to remain in your life: stuff what happened down the memory hole—pretend what happened didn't happen—while continuing to hold him accountable for what happened. Your relationship will never quite be the same; he can't unsay it, you can't un-hear it. But if you stepfather has been an otherwise kind and decent and loving parent to you, you can— if you so choose—give him credit for time served and the benefit of what are now and what will remain some very grave doubts about his feelings and intentions.

It feels odd to type the words, "Here's hoping it's dementia!", but here's hoping it's dementia. (And I typed those words twice!) And how's this for cold comfort: just like your stepdad himself, your relationship with him probably isn't long for this world. Aunt Christine?" I ventured. She looked down at me (I was only 5'3), paused and said in a friendly tone replied. I could tell her feet were sore because her heels were pink turning red. Now i guess after 5 minutes into the massage she discovered my foot fetish 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. The strange part was, she wearing all of her clothes, the LAX hoodie she had from college, the blue denim jeans and was still wearing her sneakers. She smiled at me and said "You and Kyle playing the Xbox?"

I held out my hand, albeit with a dollop of attitude, but Aunt Pam said: ““You silly boy! I’m not going to cane your hands – there’s far too much risk of injury, especially as you play the piano. There’s only one place God has decreed that naughty boys should be punished, and that’s on the bottom.” As I noted in my previous story, prior to being paddled that day at school, I had not been spanked in over two years. I hadn’t even really been threatened with a spanking. Grounding had replaced the parental hand. Well, that didn’t sound good. I complied, thinking she was giving herself time to calm down. As I worked through my assignments, I actually found myself settling down. I didn’t exactly forget that I was in big trouble, but I pushed the thought aside.

I remember actually grinning and not really taking her seriously, and yet feeling quite excited, with a combination of disbelief and adrenalised elation! I asked her if it was true that she’d caned her Rory across his bare bottom, but she just told me that it was none of my business – what was my business right now was my own behaviour. So, I called your Aunt Christine to see what help I should give you." "Who's 'Aunt Christine'? I never heard of the bitch." "She's my sister. We grew up together. She lives all the way down in Alabama." Wait out here for me, ok? I'll be out to take you home in a moment, but I need to have a little 'talk' with THESE two, first." She emphasized the word 'these', with a sharp tug on the ears in either of her hands. The girls teared up and started pleading in response, begging that she let them go and promising to be good, but of course, she wasn't buying it. With my timid nod of confirmation, she continued on her way, lecturing my unfortunate friends about how dangerous the fireplace could be to small children. 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!” 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.

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When they reached the end of the hall, she pushed the two of them into their bedroom and closed the door. Everything was muffled, after that. I could hear an unsettling mix of shouting and crying, but I couldn't really make any of it out. Then I heard a vaguely louder shout, followed by a disturbingly familiar sound. The top and bottom of this was that Steven became an increasingly disruptive influence on our household and our relationship. I bit my lip and stood my ground for a couple of months, then on a phone call to my mom, I unloaded to her about the problems we were having. My parents certainly raised my brother into violence. They may have seemed disapproving of his bullying, but in the end, his abuse of me was entirely, explicitly sanctioned by them and their values. In fact, it was identical in nature to their own abuse of me and of him. More Radical Reads: 5 Common Behaviors Cis Men May Not Realize Are Abusive (and How to Stop Them)