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Your not going to want to sit down for a week

nbsrca (deactivated)

I quickly became frantic and panic-stricken. "Please not so hard, I can't stand it! It hurts horribly!" I begged. But this only seemed to cause her to spank me even harder and faster.

"We're not supposed to like it

"We're not supposed to be able to stand it.

"It's supposed to hurt HORRIBLY.

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Jason stood rooted in place staring at the bizarre spectacle before him. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. Belinda, his new stepmother, sat on the couch in her luxurious home that the recently 18-year-old Jason and his father had moved into. Belinda made a killing in the real estate game and was quite wealthy. But it wasn't Belinda that made the scene so extraordinary. Standing before Belinda a little to her left was Jason's father, red faced, head down and naked except for his boxers. She was fully clothed. 

It was a Saturday morning and Jason had been woken by an insistent rapping on his door and then his step mother popped her head into the room saying "Jason, dear. Wake up, please and come out to the living room. We're all going to be having a family discussion, you, your father and I. We need to establish a few things it seems. Especially after dinner last night."

Jason grumbled something irritably, annoyed at being woken. He was also annoyed at being reminded about dinner last night where Belinda had begun asking him about his plans now that he was 18 and that he would be expected to find a job or go to school while living with her. He hadn't liked being told what to do by his father's new wife and made it quite clear by giving her attitude, generally arguing with her and not hiding the fact that he didn't think much of her and her rules. The way he saw it she wasn't his real mom anyways. Jason's father had somewhat stuck up for him by gently asking his wife to leave it be for now and saying he would talk to Jason himself. This earned him a withering frosty glare from his wife that seemed to make Jason's father squirm uncomfortably in his chair. 

When Belinda removed her head from around his doorway Jason started to pull on some sweatpants and a T-shirt and groggily walked out of his room, down the hallway and into the living room where he beheld the scene that left him so transfixed.

Belinda smiled as Jason emerged and said, "Ahh there you are Jason! I decided after our argument last night and the way your father failed to support me in regards to rules and authority in this house that I would leave no questions at all as to who is in charge here. Both of you seem to forget that this is My home and I have expectations that will be kept up or there will be consequences. I am going to show you the kind of consequences you can expect so please stand there and remain silent but do pay close attention because of you want to remain living here you will be next." And with that she grabbed Jason's dad by the arm and gently guided him down across her knees and then staring Jason straight in the eyes began to lower his boxers. There was no mistaking the smirk of satisfaction on Belinda's face as she saw the fear in Jason's eyes. 

The whole time Jason's father hid his face in shame and didn't say a word. As his boxers were lowered enough to reveal his whole bottom, Jason noticed greenish yellow bruises towards where his thighs and butt meet. Belinda reached over and grabbed a heavy looking black wooden hairbrush that Jason hadn't even noticed sitting on a table next to the couch and raised it high above her head and then with a resounding CRACK that echoed in the spacious living room brought it down hard on the exposed backside of Jason's father. Right on one of the green bruises.

"Ahhhhhh!!" cried out Jason's father his head jerking back from where he had it hidden in a pillow. Jason watched in transfixed horror as Belinda raised the brush up and brought it cracking back down over and over again, picking up tempo until she settled on a brisk rhythm that quickly set Jason's father to squirming, kicking and howling in pain. Belinda soon had to wrap one leg over his and pin an arm behind his back as she continued to rain down her furious assault. Jason's father was held helpless as his bottom went from pink to red, and then darkened to nearly purple. The whole time Jason's father screamed out apologies and promises to do as he was told to no avail as Belinda seemed to not hear. 

Finally, Belinda stopped spanking her husband and gently patted his ravaged bottom as he trembled and cried into the pillow. "There, there. We're all done until bedtime. Now get yourself up and get your nose in the corner." She said pointing out the corner she had assigned him to. Jason's dad pushed himself and immediately began rubbing his dark crimson bottom heedless of his exposed genitals. His face was red and tear streaked. He sniffled hard.

"Did I say you could rub!?" demanded Belinda sharply, "Get your hands behind your head and get to that corner, NOW. I'm this close to getting the strap from upstairs," she warned, holding her well-manicured index finger and thumb a centimeter apart. Jason's father made a weak yelp sound and quickly complied, shuffling awkwardly to the corner behind Jason with his boxers now around his ankles and his penis swaying back and forth.

Jason stood where he was feeling numb from what he had just witnessed. But there was another feeling too. One deep down. One that confused Jason to no end. Was he TURNED ON? He didn't have time to process that feeling long because Belinda had turned her attention back to him and was now speaking again.

"Well Jason. You've seen what happens to naughty boys in this house when my rules aren't followed or I am disrespected in any way. Unfortunately, you disrespected me last night, didn't you?" Belinda didn't wait for a response and continued, "Now then, you have two clear choices. One, you go and begin packing your things immediately and move out today. Or two, you strip down to your underwear as your father was and go over my knee for the same treatment he received. And then from this day forward expect to have your bare bottom spanked any time I deem it necessary while under my roof."

The whole time she was speaking to Jason he could feel that stirring feeling in his groin and soon his penis pressed against his sweatpants as it began to fill with blood. Jason quickly put his hands in front of his crotch hoping Belinda wouldn't notice. 

"Alright young man, time to decide. Either head back to your room or strip down, NOW!" Belinda said sharpening her tone as she spoke. Jason was mortified and knew it was only going to be worse once Belinda discovered his involuntary erection. But Jason also had no job and nowhere else to go so he knew that he had no real choice but to do as his strict new stepmother said. With shaking hands he reached down and lifted his t-shirt over his head revealing his lean torso still toned from years of sports. Then he reached down and untied his sweatpants as his face turned a deep red. The loose sweatpants, once untied fell down on their own only briefly but noticeably getting caught on Jason's stiff penis which was half poking out of the slit in his boxers. Jason immediately reached both hands down to cover it up but not before seeing a flash of amusement on his stepmother's face.

"Good choice." Belinda said nodding, "Now step out of those pants and stand here." She pointed where Jason's father stood a little bit ago. Jason did as he was told but kept his hands down by his crotch the whole time. "Get those hands away from there, young man!" Belinda snapped. "Put them behind your head like your father has his. 

Jason did as he was told and lifted his hands up away from the front of his boxers and up behind his head where he laced his fingers together. His erect penis now pointed right at Belinda at eye level, only half covered by Jason's boxers. He felt the heat in his face and could not make eye contact with his stepmother who reached out and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and forcefully yanked them down causing Jason's penis to momentarily bob down then back up to point at Belinda. Belinda then smiled devilishly as she beheld her now naked stepson and reached up and grabbed Jason's engorged member, tightly eliciting an involuntary moan from the young man.

"What is this?!" She demanded, giving his penis a hard yank. "You truly are a disgusting naughty boy, aren't you? I think you're going to need an even harder spanking than I gave your father. Now come on over and get this thing away from my face!"

And with that she pulled on his penis and used it to guide the naked boy over knees where when would remain for the next 25 or 30 minutes.

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I heard my dad leave and as I walked past the living room I saw my stepmom sitting there smacking a hairbrush against her palm. You see, she found out about my interest in spanking and had spanked me twice, once using her hand alone and a second time after a 'peppering' with a wooden spoon.

I dutifully walked to her side. "I guess I'm getting a spanking," I said, stating the obvious. It was almost okay, I'd been looking forward to it. Except...

"And I'm guessing I'm really in for it this time."

"Yes, you are, sweetie. We agreed that I would decide, so you don't have to ask. And you wanted me to have a 'real reason', right?"

This didn't sound good, but my cock didn't agree. I, or it, have always dreamed about this being the perfect scenario, even though I could see that the reality would be much different.

"Take your pants down, puppy. I like to see how much you're agreeing with me."

I shucked my pants down and let her lower my underwear, my hard-on springing out and nearly smacking her. If that was a measure of my agreement (I guess I could see her point), I was in A LOT of trouble.

"Oh, am I a puppy now?" I complained before thinking about what she'd said in the past about cooperating and being nice when I'm already in trouble. "I'm sorry, Mom," I backtracked. She likes to have me call her 'Mom', and I refused for the first eight years.

"It's okay, sweetie, you're still learning," she told me.

Dodged a bullet there, I thought, but maybe because I'm already in so much trouble.

"Want to tell me what this is about?" I asked nervously.

"I was hoping you could tell me. It would be nice if you already knew."

I did already know, probably, though I didn't know how bad she considered it. "Is this about the other day when my friends were here?" I asked. She, actually, had been a little annoying, fawning all over me, and I'd been a little rude.

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"I'm sorry about that. That was rude of me."

"Yes, it was. I'm glad you recognize that. And when we're through, I'll accept your apology."

When we're through, I thought. That doesn't sound good. "Um, how bad is this?"

"You mean, how bad will this spanking be?" she replied. "Bad, pretty bad, not like the others, you're not going to enjoy it one bit - take your pick. I'll explain why as we go along," she promised, "but the short answer is that this is one of your 'magazine' spankings, the one you've been thinking about but haven't had yet, one with the kicking and crying and... what's the other thing they always say?"

"You not stopping?" I squeaked with a gulp. My cock had flagged to about three-quarter mast but now sprung back to full attention.

"That's a good way to describe it. Anyway, you get the idea."

"Just because I..." I sort of knew better than to argue but I didn't really understand. "What's the big deal?"

"Come on now, over my lap," she said, and I immediately obeyed, as I for some reason always do, having to push my erection down almost painfully to avoid laying on it and rubbing against her thigh.

"What's the big deal about hurting your mom's feelings so deeply?" she asked rhetorically. "I'll explain alllll about it, and teach you all about it, with the help of my handy hairbrush here."

hapzoid

The kids are at Nana’s for the weekend. We have so much to discuss. We can start by getting those pants down, and handing me my hairbrush.

You always look forward to your stepmum’s monthly trips out of town. With your father at work you’ll finally have the house to yourself.  It gives you the chance to give yourself the spankings that you secretly wish she would give you - although to be fair, you really aren’t sure you could take a hard spanking from her - she had been a varsity tennis player in college and is very athletic.

Her cab picks her up at 7:00 am and you snooze until your father leaves half an hour later.  Then, anxious to get started, you arrange the pillows on your bed into a nice high pile before retrieving her heavy wooden hairbrush and placing it on top of them. After a nice warm shower, you want to give yourself as much as you can take before heading off to work at ten.

With the water running, you don’t hear her return after a canceled flight. You’ve dried off and given yourself a few warm-up whacks with your hand in the bathroom before coming around the corner. Then your heart stops.

“What are you doing honey?” she asks, standing in your doorway with a bemused smile. “Why’s my hairbrush doing in here on top of the pillows piled on your bed? Were you going to spank yourself or something?”

Turning bright red, you stammer until she cuts you off. “I suggest you get on with your little self-spanking while I watch. How many strokes were you going to give yourself?” she asks as she takes a ringside seat.

“Maybe about a hundred and fifty,” you mumble. 

She giggles, “You had better deliver each one as hard as you can—or else.”

You don’t ask, “Or else what?”

(she sat down to watch)

After the first thirty full-force, humiliating strokes you can’t take any more and stop for a break.

“Why are you stopping, I only counted 30 strokes?” she asks. Before getting an answer she suggests, “Why don’t we start over? This time just keep spanking until I tell you to stop.”

Listening to her giggling and sneering comments as you spank yourself is the most embarrassing things you ever can imagine. Two sessions of nearly 100 strokes later, your ass is on fire, you’re exhausted and you can barely whimper when she finally tells you to quit.

“Get in the corner. Hands behind your head, nose touching the wall,” she orders in no uncertain terms.  Trying to move in such a way to hide the fact that, despite the pain in your cheeks, you’re tremendously aroused, you know you’re unsuccessful.

“You stay right there, honey. I’m going down stairs to grab a little something to eat. When I come back it’ll be my turn to use the hairbrush on those ‘spank me please’ buns of yours. You’ve given yourself a nice little warm-up, but I’m really looking forward to spanking your ass a proper purple once I’ve had some breakfast. You ought to love that, from the looks of things,” she coos.

“I wish I had known you were a little spanko perv before now, she continues. “We could have been having sooo much fun. Now that I do know, you can be sure your spankings are going to be a whole lot harder than those little love taps you gave yourself and happen a whole lot more often.  And so much catching up to do!

“In fact, I think I might do a little on-line shopping today. I think we might need a paddle or two and who knows what else?  Oh, well I guess you do! Straps, canes?  Tools for our new understanding. I’ll even make sure some get here in time for the weekend! Aren’t you excited?” Clearly, she can see the true answer to this.

As she leaves the room, you’re left in the corner—your head swimming with the seismic change your relationship has just taken. Is this what you’d really wanted? Spanking is one thing, but the thought of your stepmum standing behind you with a cane or strap and subjecting your ass to her powerful forehand makes you shudder. A sense of dread starts to overtake you when you hear her come back into the room.

Picking up the hairbrush and loudly smacking it against her own palm a few times make you jump as she says, “Come out of the corner and get over my lap, honey. It’s time for you to find out what a real spanking feels like!”