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I have had a lot of requests for a simple punishment only story. Of course
some humiliation and nudity. See if you like it.
                      THE STEPDAD

My life was fairly normal until Mom remarried when I was thirteen.

I loved my Dad. He was real easygoing and was never upset by anything I
had done but Mom was not as tolerant nagging on and on at any little thing
and sending me to my room to think about what I had done. 

She nagged my Dad constantly about the small amount of money he was
earning but I thought that was unfair. He had married her before
graduating from high-school since she was pregnant with me so there was no
way he could get a good job without a high school diploma.

He took it for a long time. I heard her harangues until I was twelve and
then he packed up and left. I really resented her for driving him away. It
was not like we were dirt poor or anything. We were renting a fairly nice
house and there was always food on the table. She even had her own car
although it was kind of old.

At divorce court she got bad news. Because of his low income the court
only ordered him to pay $300.00 per month in child support. There was no
way we could live on that so she had to go to work. She worked at a
convenience store at minimum wage and learned how hard it was to make a
living.

I used to hear her crying at night and she told me if she ever found
another man she would never bitch at him. I doubted that since it was so
much a part of her and had no sympathy for her. I had no doubt she would
find someone eventually since she was only twenty-seven years old and was
pretty.

She dated a few times for the next year but nothing serious since her
dates were with men she said were losers like my Dad. I couldn't
understand why she was so picky. After all she was only getting minimum
wage herself.

Then one evening she came home from work to announce that she had a date
with a successful man for once that was going to take her to the Red
Lobster restaurent which was her idea of a really classy place.

When he came he made me nervous. He had those piercing kind of eyes that
seemed to see through your clothes and was also pushy. He told Mom the
dress she had picked out for the date was the wrong color for her skin and
blonde hair and made her change to a blouse and skirt. If Dad had told her
how to dress she would have blown up but for him she meekly went to the
bedroom and changed.

All the time she was changing he continued to look through my clothes as
he made small talk but I began to think it was just my imagination since I
was so aware of the changes in my body. I was growing boobs that I knew
eventually would reach Mom's size of 35D and had spent a lot of time in
front of my mirror studying my naked body with it's little waist, round
buttocks and the sparse blonde hairs forming a triangle at my crotch.

He dated her about once a week and always took her to nice places but she
complained that he had made no mention of any kind of committment.

Then one night I heard the door slam shut and heard him talking loudly. I
went to my door and opened it a crack to see them and hear better.

"He was saying loudly, "There was no reason for you to be so bitchy to the
waiter. He told us up front that they were short a waiter but he would try
to make sure we had good service. Your yelling at him to refill your glass
or coffee cup before they were even empty was uncalled for. You
embarrassed me in front of everyone there. You are a spoiled child and If
I had my way you would be spanked like one."

I was shocked not only by the idea but her reaction. She hung her head and
said softly, "I am sorry. You are right. Sometimes I do get bitchy. If it
will make you feel better you can spank me. I know I deserve it."

He made a kind of evil smile and said, "You sure as Hell do deserve it!"

He pulled out one of our kitchen chairs to sit down then said, "Alright.
Get over my knnes. If you were this way as a child You must know how to do
it."

She only hesitated a moment to say tremously, "Uh huh, My Daddy used to
spank me." before leaning over his legs to let her stomach settle on his
thighs qith just her toes and hands touching the floor.

I was amazed! She had never mentioned being spanked as a child and had
never spanked me although there were threats which Dad had talked her out
of.

I was even more shocked when he gathered up her skirt to fall on her back
revealing her round bottom like mine encased only in thin nylon panties. I
could hardly believe it. She was always telling me to hold down my skirt
on windy days to stop any chance of my panties being seen but she made no
protest other than a little gasp.

He began bringing his big hand on one cheek at a time to make a loud
"Slap" I knew it had to hurt because his hand was hitting hard enough to
flatten her cheeks at each spank 

As it went on and on her cheeks turned so red you could see them darken
through the panties but I didn't feel sorry for her. It seemed only
fitting she should suffer for all those years of bitchiness and I only
wished Dad had done it himself so they may have stayed together.

Finally when she was crying so hard she began hiccoughing he stopped and
helped her up. 

To my surprise she knelt between his legs to hug his waist and blubbered,
"Do you forgive me now."

He said, "Of course but you know if you displease me again this can be
repeated."

"Yes. I'll try to be good."

He smiled broadly and lifted her up to kiss her. She kissed him back
passionately and then he picked her up to carry her into her bedroom.
Shortly later I heard the headboard hitting the wall which I had not heard
since Dad left.

The next morning at breakfast I told her I had seen the spanking and asked
her how she could allow him to do that to her.

She blushed then said, "It wasn't so bad. All the pain is gone now and I
deserved it. Remember I promised to stop my bitchy ways? Besides it has
changed our relationship. He said he would shop for an engagement ring!"

"God Mom. How can you think of marrying someone who beats you?"

"Come on! That wasn't a beating. A beating is where a man uses his fists
on you. A little spanking is certainly not that. You don't understand. He
has money! I have been to his house and it is lovely. He obviously makes a
lot of money. We could be semi-rich!"

"I don't need a bunch of money. What if he wants to spank me too?"

"Bull. I know there are things you want we can't afford. He won't spank
you as long as you are good. Just be good."

They were only engaged a few weeks before they announced their wedding
day. In the meantime I witnessed another spanking and it was much more
formal than the first. He made her go out to the car to get an evil
looking leather strap then she must have done this before because she went
over to the couch to take off her skirt and bend over the back. Something
else was new. She had always worn big grandma panties that covered her
navel. Now she was wearing thongs that I knew he must have bought her or
else told her to buy.

Now I could actually see the flesh hit and was amazed that she could take
each spank with only a gasp and shudder as he turned her whole butt and
upper thighs cherry red. I still didn't feel sorry for her though. If it
was worth it to her to get a rich man who was I to complain.

The wedding was really extravagant. I was a brides maid in a beautiful
gown and her gown had pearls sewn in to it. All our friends and relatives
were poor and I was a little embarrassed about the way they gushed over
the food, wine, and presents, especially when Mom described the new
convertible he had bought for her. I  noticed the women guests for the
groom seemed awfully meek.

After the receptiom we went to his house which I saw for the first time.
It was lovely and sat on about ten acres of wooded grounds but the best
part was when I was shown my bedroom. It was huge with a walk in closet my
own bathroom and even my own color tv hooked to cable. I even had my own
computer That Don, my new stepdad, said would help me in my school work.

I had to giggle thinking how being sent to my room now just meant fun.
They left on their honeymoon leaving a housekeeper to keep up the house
and cook theh meals. I hardly ever saw her since I spent almost all my
time in my room watching MTV or learning how to do things on the computer.
The only time I left was to take walks in the woods around us.

They returned in two weeks. Mom gushed on forever about how wonderful the
caribbean had been and that next time I would be able to go along. She had
evidentally learned how to keep him happy because weeks went by without
even the threat of a spanking. Obviiously one of the things was to change
into a sheer negligee to meet him when he returned to work. I realized I
couldn't ask any of my friends over after five because I would be
embarrassed for them to see her so naked.

One Saturday he said, "Let's go shopping. We are so far from the store you
will need a bike and also some new clothes. He bought me a great mountain
bike and some blouses, sweaters and skirts refusing to even look at the
baggy jeans I preferred. Then he insisted I get a new swimming suit
although I told him my tank suit was fine. He picked out two suits. One he
said for public pools and another thong one he said I could use in our
private pool. It was so tiny there was no way I could step out of the
dressing room to show it to him and I insisted it was too embarrassing to
wear. He kept insisting he see it so finally I opened the dressing room
door just enough so he could stick in his head blushing furiously as he
had me turn to stare at every inch of me with my bottom cheeks naked
except for the tiny strap in the crack the vee at the front so small some
of my pubic hair stuck out of the edges. He loved it though and insisted
he buy it. I resigned myself to the fact he would want me to wear it a lot
at home and hoped I would eventually get used to it.

He loved the suits. He decided that Mom and I should do aerobics to stay
in shape. He bought several exercise tapes and would sit in a deck chair
to watch us. It was embarrassing at first but then I began to appreciate
his applause when we finished a segment and all the compliments.

One day Mom returned from her walk in the woods and came storming into the
house screaming for me. I got out of my deckchair where I had been sunning
to go to her and he followed me.

As soon as she saw me she yelled, "How could you be so careless? You left
your damn Bike leaning against my new car and scratched the paint. Go to
your room and don't come down until tomorrow morning."

Don just laughed and said, "That is no punishment. She is in her room
after dinner every night anyway. You know how she should be punished."

Mom knew all right. " You mean a spanking. Maybe that is too much. It was
just a tiny scratch."

"That isn't the point. She will be punished for carelessness and you
should be punished for not raising her properly. It will just be phase
one."

I was scared but also curious and asked her, "What is phase one?"

She sniffled and said, "Phase one is just a hand spanking but if you don't
learn from it he will go to phase two which is worse. In phase two he uses
a strap so make sure you are good from now on."

I protested mightily even threatening to run away from home but he just
said, "Okay. If you want to be homeless. so be it."

I thought about leaving my room, the pool and the lovely home and decided
it would be silly to give all that up ovwr a spanking which Mom had said
was not too bad.

It took all my nerve to finally say meekly, "Okay. I guess I deserve it."

He made it worse by telling Mom to put on her thong bikini which meant I
had to wait while he stared at me with a smirk on his face growing more
afraid by the second.

She finally came back and he had us lie over the back of the couch side by
side. I felt a little guilty I had gotten her into this but it seemed
better to have someone sharing the ordeal.

He put his hands around my hips with the ends of his fingers digging into
my crotch to lift me higher on the top of the couch to make a better
target. It seemed awfully intimate but I was too busy fearing what was
coming to complain. When we were both positioned just how he wanted with
our pubic bones pressed into the top of the couch rounding our bottoms he
began.

It really stung! Even more than I had guessed and it seemed to last
forever because he would hit my butt cheek then hers to let the sting
subside just a little before another to mine. I don't know how many times
he hit us I was in too much pain to count. I swear he didn't quit until
his hand became too sore. I was bawling like crazy when he quit and said,
"Now you can go to your room."

Mom said, "Take a cold shower honey. It will help."

I could see why it might. My butt felt like it was on fire. Either the
heat from the spanking or my stuggles had me sweating like crazy.

I stopped at my room to check out my butt in the mirror. It was dark red
and was now both hot and throbbing.I jerked off the bikini botttom gasping
as the waist band scraped over what felt like a bad sunburn and jumped
into the shower.

Mom was right. The cool water helped a lot but I sure hope I don't ever
get to phase two.

want more? want sex later?
allene

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