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If you are using a proxy or an archive this is probably what you want so just continue although some functions and formatting may be inoperative. The following story is fiction about a parents and neighbor girls spanking a boy. The story contains scenes of spanking. If this subject is offensive, uninteresting or if you are a minor i. This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission.
The author would appreciate your comments — pro and con, including constructive criticism, and suggestions. Please take a moment to. YLeeCoyote juno. My mother stopped spanking me when I was seven-years-old. I did not get off scot free for I now was Dad's responsibility.
Well, only until I was in trouble again. Then I learnt that Dad spanked a lot harder than Mom had. Much was the same. I was still small and Dad easily pulled my pants down and flipped me over his lap and spanked me with his big hard hand until I was bawling like that little kid I was not supposed to be anymore.
It was confusing. But especially as I got older it was nicer. Dad always did it in private and not in front of others like Mom had. My friends also got spanked and we talked about it. Then there was the terrible accident and we had to bury Mother. I was heart broken but apparently survived. After a year, Dad remarried and I had a stepmother, Mrs.
She kept her name which was strange. Stranger yet was that Dad stopped spanking me and she took over. She insisted that I was just a little boy and so until I grew up I was her responsibility. I did not like this but Dad agreed with her so I had to accept it. A few months Stepmom spanking stories she moved in things had changed so that I had come to think of house and home as Spanking Central as I was over my stepmother's lap so often.
It did not take very much to cause my stepmom to lower my pants, pull me over her lap and turn my bottom bright red. She had been doing this to me since I was ten-years-old and it was continuing even now that I was fourteen. From the beginning she did not have any respect for my modesty for it did not matter if others were about. I got spanked frequently with an audience be it my friends or hers.
I had decided it was not so bad that my friends saw for they also got spanked and I had watched them. It was sort of a trade and they had the same body parts as me. I very much hated it when it was my stepmother's friends — old ladies — who watched intently and rudely stared at my private parts surely making comparisons and judgements. I had spoken to my father about this but that had not helped any. It was more than a year before I understood why. One night I had to get up to pee and heard the all too familiar sound of spanks.
I slipped down Stepmom spanking stories hall on tippy-toes being careful to be as quiet as a mouse to the door of my parents' room and looked through the keyhole. It was quite a shock. My naked father was over my stepmother's lap getting his bare bottom roasted by her hairbrush.
His bottom was red-hot exactly like mine got when I was spanked. She was calling him a naughty boy and he was saying: "I'm sorry. Obviously, she was in charge. I lost a lot of respect for my father then. Maybe this is what she had in mind when she said: "The only difference between men and boys is the price of their toys.
Once I became a teen, I started to change although my stepmother did not notice nor care for the spankings continued exactly as before. Well, there was one difference — they were more embarrassing. Some of the old ladies actually noticed changes in me and mentioned them. I wished that I could disappear into a great big abyss.
I also started to notice girls were interesting.
The other half of our two-family house had two of them. Laura Lacer was a year and her sister Tasha two years younger than I. I also noticed how they were changing and obviously at a younger age which made me a bit jealous. There was something about Tasha that I found super attractive so that I had a crush on her. Alas, it was not reciprocated for neither of them liked me. The two girls over the years had witnessed a lot of stuff I wished that they had not. There had been times when I had come home very messy and my stepmother made me to Stepmom spanking stories completely on the back porch so as not to bring the mess inside.
I even had to remove my underpants and the two girls would giggle and giggle. First at my undies complete with a stupid rhyme and then at my little boyhood.
A few times they had watched me getting spanked in the backyard. They probably even watched through the window a few times when I got spanked inside. On one faithful day, a new horror sudden befell me. I got home and found that my stepmom was having tea with Mrs. Lacer of the other half of the duplex.
This was not unusual at all. I greeted them appropriately respectfully i. I had long ago learnt that to complain was useless and usually counter productive and that it was best to submit to the punishment immediately. My stepmom moved her chair away from the table and I stood before her as usual.
The lecture was brief for she did not believe in them but in spankings. Deafly, thanks to years of experience, she rapidly opened my belt and jeans and lowered them exposing my tightie-white briefs. I had asked repeatedly for more modern underwear styles as all the other guys wore but had been refused and condemned to little boys' t-w's.
Then even those were lowered exposing me once again. Over her lap I went and she gripped me tightly. I got a rapid fire spanking from her hand. One would expect that a teen boys' bottom would be tougher than a woman's hand but said hand was well experienced and leathery from delivering many spankings. There were a few spanks and then promises and ple in respond to the multiplicity of hard spanks.
Tears Stepmom spanking stories soon after she started to use her hairbrush. The whacks from that quickly convinced me that chores came first although I knew that I would not remember all the time if past experiences were predictive. The new horror came before I stated to cry. Lacer asked about her daughters watching so that they could learn how to spank the boys they babysat. The answer was frightening. It absolutely necessary that they learn to do that. Not only may they watch but they should have some practical experience so my naughty little Quinn will be over their laps.
Lacer was most happy with that response for it went much further than she had expected. I, on the other hand, was naturally aghast. The girls were younger and would see my junk and butt and even spank me. That most certainly was not right. They would probably even boast about doing it to their friends and I would be the object of ridicule.
Any hope of impressing Tasha would be gone for what girl would want a guy she spanked like a mother for a boyfriend or even a boy friend? Then I started to cry and soon this spanking was over. Most unfortunately, the big nightmare was just beginning. I could not help thinking of the horrors when I was in bed.
I knew that my junk was normal size but would the girls expect otherwise. Would Stepmom spanking stories laugh at me? Would I get hard? Would I shrink up in embarrassment? I was in the corner immediately. Then my stepmom made a phone call. Lacer, Quinn is due a spanking for a failing test. Would the young ladies like their first lesson now?Stepmom spanking stories
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