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C'mon, sweetie. Who else would leave this link open on my computer? You're the only one that knows my password apart from your dad, and he's out of town.

Look, I can tell you're nervous. I'm sure you've been stressing out about me finding this all day. And I'm CERTAIN that I wasn't reading an article titled: 'Domestic Discipline in the 2020's: The Return of Corporal Punishment for Teen-Aged Sons'.

So, be honest. Is this really what you want? Or need?

To be scolded, taken in hand, and spanked across my lap like a bad little boy?

To be given rules that you have to follow, or bend over for the belt when you don't?

To be forced to sit in time out with a sore little bottom, watching as I set a kitchen timer whilst wearing a cute little floral-printed 'mommy' apron?

Once she had reason to spank me (which she took full advantage of!), my stepmom was always on the lookout for the slightest excuse to get me back over her knee!

It was all the harder because (naturally) a spanking left me in a bad mood. Sometimes she said I had 'snapped' and her or my 'tone' was 'snarky'. It didn't matter what it was, as long as it worked (for her!).

captioned photos from @lurkingcol

She was not shy about how 'misbehaving with a sore bottom means I went too easy on you' and a lot of the time the second spanking was worst than the first.

Multiple spankings for a single reason (or excuse!) were bad enough, but they weren't the only sore-bottom spankings I had to fear!

There were even times when I got in trouble for something (and got my butt walloped for it).

That could have been the end of it.

Like she says, some of my friends tend to get me in trouble! And she says she doesn't care how sore my butt is!

She might start off with her hand.

But she doesn't stop there! In fact, I think she spanks even harder when she's got a red 'target'!

She says 'until you're crying'. If only she meant that! The bath brush doesn't take long to do that in any case, but like she says, it takes no time at all on my sore butt!

I guess that's when she decides she needs to spank me just as long as always!

captioned photos from @lurkingcol

When I'm unfortunate enough to be accused of something after one spanking session,

She promises 'no mercy' for the second! Even if she caned me!

And she does just that! Even her hand can light a fire on my poor backside, that she had 'gone to the trouble of' spanking so hard just the day before.

And she never stops at that!

"I'll bet that spot right there really hurts!"

My stepmom discovered my 'interest' in spanking (as you probably know) and offered/ insisted on 'helping me explore it'.

It's a little hard to say no when you're caught with an old magazine like this one.

She did a pretty good job showing me exactly what that was like!

(and, embarrassing as it was, she had little trouble demonstrating that I must have at least in some ways enjoyed it!)

Unfortunately, she confiscated my laptop and phone and wouldn't give them back until I gave her my passwords! Which she then changed, locking me out of my own pics, searches, and Tumblr posts until she'd 'had a chance to thoroughly review them all'!

When she did, she found pics like this.

Next she was telling me this.

(photo/ caption credit @badgnome929)

What could I do? My next spanking was like this.

But the pics were more like this.

So she decided I needed this.

"I'm a lot happier with that!" she told me as I cried in the corner. "That must be what a well-spanked naughty bottom should look like."

"And your bottom is so naughty I'm going to need to keep it well-spanked all the time! I bet it will need another one real soon!"

We were told our parents were called and notified of our *crimes* and subsequent detention. 

He asked me what my parents would do, and I said probably yell at me and maybe ground me for a day or so. He told me I was lucky. He said his stepmom was real strict and maybe if someone was there she maybe would postpone it, or maybe wouldn’t carry it through after she “calmed down”. I didn’t ask him what exactly she was likely to do and went along with his wishes.

When we arrived at his house, she was waiting for him. there was no mistaking what *he was in for*, even though I wasn’t spanked for ages and ages, and couldn’t imagine guys our age still subject to one. Obviously Mark was and didn’t believe he was “Too Old”.

You’re welcome to stay young man and find out how lucky you are you both aren’t my sons. MARK, Upstairs And Get Into Your Pajamas. I’ll Deal with You Up In Your Room! He started to cry and I [awkwardly] made my way to the door.

That very Spring I was forced to stay with him when my mother and father were called away on a family emergency. College Board test were coming up and my parents didn’t want me to miss them.

That is when Mark’s stepmother became my temporary guardian, and my luck had just run out.

In the three weeks I lived with Mark I was treated to one of her spankings. for thinking I really didn’t have to listen to her. And another time Mark and I both got it for sneaking out on a Friday night.

On the occasion of *sneaking out* we had to spend the entire weekend in her sight. That meant we were forced to accompany her where ever she had to go. We were warned that she didn’t care where we were or who was there, act up and there would be an “on the spot” correction [Pants down and all]! Mark told me she wasn’t kidding either. He was taken into many a Ladies Room on many occasions.And she wasn’t shy about discussing it with any who would listen too.

But in college, in the first semester of your freshman year, the school found it necessary to *speak to your mother” after repeated warning by the dorm supervisors about your *inability* to follow the rules and regulations were simply ignored. Coupled with a dismal first quarter academic report; Mother paid a visit to the school to have that long promised *talk*.

By the time she left the whole dorm was aware of what went on behind the locked supervisors door. 

Needless to say, you made a concerted effort to make your school work your primary concern (she asked for a weekly [documented] update on your studies) and made sure she never had to have her make another trip up there.

The welts and bruises on your buttocks and legs faded after two weeks.

Before she left you [after embarrassingly leading you back to your room, unable to stem the flow of tears], she made it clear you  had “gotten off rather lightly - This Time”. “The next time I get so much as a hint of not taking your school work seriously or a call about your behavior young man, and I’ll embarrass you in front of the whole school”!

My mother placed me here after my first [almost disastrous]  semester when I was put on both academic and behavioral probation, living in the dorms. 

My mom asked the school if they knew of place where she could board me and have me watched more closely and my coming and goings monitored. A “helpful” secretary recommended Mrs. Hanson, a retired school teacher who had a reputation in “controlling” a “wayward” students activities and behavior.

After a  private meeting with the retired teacher, I was placed in her care by my mother and told my days of not taking my schooling seriously were over.

Mrs. Hanson gave me a list of rules and prohibitions [a whole lot of them] and was told to write them out three time and when I was to arrive at her place to get settled in, she would check and see if I had done as I was instructed. 

“Obedience, young man was the first key or basis to our future relationship” and she hoped I was prepared to do as I was told. As she was more than prepared in showing me just how important that was to her. “And it would be in your best interest Not to test my resolve”. “As I have had lots of experience in dealing with disobedience and rebellion”.

What this woman had was a really good right arm. And what she was experienced in doing was handing out really memorable punishments. [All with my mother’s authorization and blessing].

You know how they call it “a good spanking”; actually from my perspective, there is nothing *good* about it. But I am going on my second month with her and have become quite the *expert* on the subject (from the receiving end of her hairbrush).

Not only does she make it memorable by being totally humiliated *getting It* bare bottom, across her knee [like a little kid]; but she hasn’t yet failed to draw tears and begging for it to stop.

I just heard that my mom wants me to take summer courses to ameliorate the bad grades I received in my first semester. If the first few months living under Mrs. Hanson’s tough regime is any indication, there won’t be too many visits to the towns community pool - Unless of course, I want to make it public; the fact I am still subject to getting a spanking. 

And I mean *suffer* mister! You’re Going Across My Knee, And You’re Getting The Biggest And I Mean Biggest Spanking You Ever Had! You,d be lucky if you sit comfortably for the next two weeks!

Tell that to your friends! And the next time they advise you to what I can and cannot do to you for your misbehavior and disobedience and they still have *advise* or anything else to say about that, you’re welcome to invite them over and they can see for themselves

Every single time I get up from Mom’s lap, I promise myself that I’m never going to do anything to ever have to go back over her knee again. How many times have I promised myself that? Way too many to count! I’m so upset with myself that I have foolishly gotten myself into this awful situation again. So embarrassed that I’ve earned another spanking. And so embarrassed, of course, to once again be standing in front of my mother with my underpants pulled down, everything that’s supposed to be private right out in the open, so shamefully on display again.

I hear myself begging Mom not to spank me. To give me another chance. Assuring her that I’ll never do it again. That I’ll be a good boy. That I just really don’t want a spanking. But, of course I know it will do no good. I’m already bared for my punishment. Mom is already sitting there holding that awful hairbrush. I know I’m going to be going over her knee. That there is nothing I can say or do that is going to keep me from getting this spanking. My underpants aren’t going to be coming back up until I’ve been over Mom’s knee and gotten my spanking from the hairbrush. Until I’m a very well spanked boy. Until I’ve been sobbing uncontrollably for a while. Until my bottom is on fire.

No matter how many times I’ve gone across Mom’s lap, it never gets any less scary. As usual, my heart is racing, my breathing shallow and rapid. I feel that usual prickly sensation all over as I look at the hairbrush in Mom’s hand. The lap where I will be lying to receive my punishment from that hairbrush she’s holding. I’ve been across that lap so many times. Way too many times. And I know all too well how that hairbrush feels when it’s spanking my bare bottom. I know how horribly it hurts. How it burns and stings unbearably as it steadily spanks my bottom. And how horribly shameful it feels to be lying across my mother’s lap getting a bare bottom spanking at my age! And all too well aware that I have nobody but myself to blame for being over her knee again.

I knew better, but I did it anyway. I knew what the consequences would be if Mom found out what I did, and she always seems to find out when I do something wrong. It hurts to disappoint her again too. I know that she has no desire to hurt me, that she is only doing her maternal duty when she holds me accountable when I misbehave. She doesn’t like to have to punish me, but she doesn’t hesitate to do so when I misbehave. She takes my punishments seriously, and makes sure that I do too. She firmly believes that a spanking has to be serious enough to teach me my lesson, otherwise it’s not going to do any good. And that necessarily means that the time I’m about to spend across her lap is going to be extremely unpleasant for me.

My tummy is doing flips as she directs me into my familiar punishment position across her lap. I feel a tingling in my bare bottom as it comes to rest over her knee, perfectly positioned for my punishment. Presented for its date with Mom’s hairbrush. So completely vulnerable. I take in the embarrassment of feeling my bare front down there pressed against her lap. My pants and underpants tangled around my knees and ankles. First tears cloud my view of the floor. The all too familiar pattern of the carpet that I have studied from this same vantage point on far too many unhappy occasions.

In fact she duplicated the very same process and procedure to you, as she did to her two disobedient daughters; right down to giving you [a second year college student] your spanking on your bare bottom,just like you *saw her* give it to them.

After she was through with you, you had a great deal more respect for her *parental abilities* and a much more sympathetic outlook for her two daughters, for which you now shared a *common bond*.

This was not the last time you had *run in* with the strict mommy. Later that season you threw a party. She came by not once but twice to get you to; “Calm It Down”.

The third time, she came with her hairbrush and took you next door to her house. {The alternative threat was to “put you across her knee [there and then]  in front of all your friends}.There [her house], the favor of now having her daughters witness a spanking, was returned.