A Clean Room
No matter how old I was when my stepmother told me to clean my room, I was expected to do it or receive a sore, red bottom. She was only a year older than me and had been a grade above in school, but soon after I went off to college she had married my father and on the first opportunity had asserted her right to administer bare bottom spankings whenever she saw fit. If I wanted to remain as a part of the household I was expected to bend over and take it without complaint.
Once again today, she happened to stop by my room and finding me lying in bed, laundry unfolded amongst my untouched mess, so without hesitation, I found myself naked, ass glowing red propped over the edge of my bed while she spanked me soundly with the stinging sole of her slipper.
She warned me she would be returning in a few minutes with the punishment strap and if it didn’t look better in there, she would be happy to double my leathering and have me clean the entire house naked, evidence of my spankings on display.
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