Spanking Stepmothers: an F/M story collection

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The first step is to go to OnlyFans.com and create your account. Think of a username you would be ok with strangers seeing (most people do not use their real names). It will ask you to enter your credit card information, fill out your profile, and more. I was a brat growing up. My parents were the most permissive you ever saw. They let me get away with anything. They gave me anything I wanted. I had a wonderful life with them. At least I thought so. What’s that for mom?”“What do you think, that’s it to fix your hair? Come here.” And so for the first time in two years, and the first time as a teenager, I found myself across my mother’s lap. The spanking continued on my bare bottom. I couldn't believe how much more it hurt on the bare bottom then covered. My rear was already warm from the covered spanking so I was already squirming with the first swat. Aunt Christine never said anything. It seemed that all of her mind was set on spanking. After about 5 minutes of continuous spanking, I was starting to sob. I started asking her, politely, to stop. My requests fell on deaf ears. Eventually she stopped. She opened a dresser drawer and removed a wooden hairbrush I had never seen before. I should’ve known at that point what was in my future, but I swear it didn’t register.

I would get a few more spankings from Kate after she became my stepmother, but that first spanking from her holds a special place in my heart. I don’t remember her ever once bringing up the note-passing or the profanity – just the very fact that I had been sent to the principal and that I had been paddled. My offence wasn’t the specific action, in her mind, but merely the very basic misdemeanour of getting in trouble at school. Did I say she was taking time to calm down? I’m a damn fool, because she was as angry as I had ever seen her in my life.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. The bottom line is that it is never ok to rage on a child, regardless if the parent does damage that requires medical treatment. My father was a rageaholic for sure and what he put me through shows his limits and failings as a parent more than anything else. I am sure he did love me, he also vented his rage on me in a way that can never be justified, doing plenty of emotional and psychological damage. Brutally spanking a child while ranting and raving is certainly abuse. That said, I don’t think he is a monster he did raise 3 kids on his own. The age – and his dating antics – would make my mother crazy. She often grew frustrated with the girlfriends-of-the-moment. With my dad. The immaturity of the whole situation. Most of these women didn't know how to act like adults, let alone respectfully navigate a relationship with a man that had kids and an ex wife. None of them knew how to handle the divorce, the demands of the ex-wife and the kids – until my stepmom came along. I did find the atmosphere of spanking that was around in every facet of cultural life quite exciting; forbidden, terrifying, and yet intriguing. At my primary school I was once sent to the headmaster for playfully spanking a girl’s bottom – but instead of getting the cane (which is what usually happened if you were sent to the head) he just scooped me up in one movement, slapped my behind three times and told me to never to do that again. I was otherwise a model pupil, so I guess I’d earned some credit points. 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.

I was not given any time to ease into these rules or consequences. Rather, three days after she and my dad returned from their honeymoon, she felt I had done a ‘piss poor job’ of cleaning my room and needed proper motivation, in the form of a hairbrush.

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. After a while, Kate called to the three of us: “OK, kids, time to head home let’s go!” Denise and I ran over to her promptly, but Kristie was having too much fun on the monkey bars and was not ready to leave. Her Mom told her a second time that it was time to go. Kristie replied in a sassy tone: “No, Mommy! I’m staying here!” Tom stayed for tea. I sat uncomfortably. Mum caught my eye on and off and smiled knowingly. Dad came home and asked me how my day had been. I told him it had been the best birthday ever – which was true. At the time, I also mostly ignored her presence thinking, how could my dad possibly last with someone THAT young?

I'm very upset at what my son did and he absolutely deserved to be punished but this woman had no right to touch my kid. His father supports what she did and gave her permission and I'm ready to raise hell. I need her to learn her place as a stepparent NOT a parent. If the OP doesn't like it, she can request custody of her son. Believe me, raising someone else's children is not easy, specially as they reach adolescence. And if you have the bio-mom questioning the stepmother's methods, that is also not easy. I thought that nothing could hurt more than the hairbrush, I was wrong. Before she was done, I was already bawling like a baby. I couldn't stop crying, no matter how hard I tried. Then, she stopped. keep in mind it wont be a very good story because i came up with it last night while i was watching a movie somy mind was elsewhere) in this story i would I was so chuffed to see my first story published on Maman, I thought I’d strike while the iron was hot and the memories fresh – so here is what happened next! My mum has a regular line she uses: “You were such a cheeky, funny, handsome, naughty little boy – how did it go so wrong?” Thanks, Mum!When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. I want you to pay attention. I expect you to be able to do this yourself by the end of the first week." She said. Finally, after what felt like hours, she pushed me off her lap. I grabbed my bottom and tried to rub the fire away. “You are not too old for a spanking, Samantha, and I hope you remember that – because this can be done again, and worse.” There was a long pause. I could feel the beating of my own heart. Though I was confident that she wouldn't spank me, I was still a little uncertain. Aunt Christine's face seemed to be fraught with indecision. It seemed to make a decision. She started walking towards me. It wasn't a normal walk though. It seemed very deliberate. My mind told me to run from her. To get away, she wasn't bluffing at all! I tried to run, but my feat were frozen. I was paralyzed with fear. The fear of what she would do. When she reached me, she grabbed my ear, by the lobe. She started to pull me towards the door. Still, scared, I couldn't manage to move my feet. Suddenly, she gave me a sharp swat on my rear. That got me moving. As she marched me up the stairs, she started lecturing me. Then came a very unexpected sentence. “Let me see how bad it is.”“What?”“Pull your jeans down so I can see how bad you got it.”