Spanking Stepmothers: an F/M story collection

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Looking it the add now it’s easy to read between the lines, young mummy’s boy with no girlfriend wanted to live with older experienced woman; I can’t believe I was so naive. Elaina has over 150 solo videos featuring homemade amateur porn with ultra close-up POV videos, fingering, pussy play with toys, squirting. She also has sex with male porn stars on camera, and has recently started playing with girls as well. As I went through the rest of my school day, squirming in hard chairs, feeling a little feverish, I mentally played the ‘how long will I be grounded for’ game. It’s amazing I didn’t get in trouble again that day, for not paying attention. The following true story took place in the summer of 1984, when I was nine years old. My parents had divorced two years earlier. Since then, I had lived with my mom in New England, and had spent four weeks every summer with my dad at his home in Georgia.

I want you to stand in the corner and compose yourself." I complied. It took me half an hour to stop crying and even speak. "Danny, I have here a paddle. I am going to give you 10 swats with this. Then the spanking will be over. If you miss one, or miscount, we will start again. Do you understand?" I can, and I will when the situation warrants it." "I have enrolled you into a very good private school. 99% of its students go to the best universities. They practice corporal punishment as well."Hearing that, I instinctively clapped my hands over my mouth to hold in a gasp, my entire face going beat red in no time flat. But...Surely I had to be hearing things, right? I mean, it couldn't actually be a-- With my mom, spanking was a last resort, to be used only for exceptionally naughty behaviour. But for Kate, spanking was the go-to discipline. I probably got spanked two or three times a year, but it seemed like Denise and Kristie got their bottoms tanned more than two or three times in a week. I know very well what you are talking about, because i grew up under the discipline of the slipper of my mother. Her slippers were not light “chanclas” or soft and light spanking implements, there were a solid and heavy rubber or leather soled ones she bought not only to hang around the house, but also to spank the bottoms of his sons and daughter over her knees when they were naughty. Those slippers hurt a lot on our bare bottoms, because mom bared it to spank us, and they left us our rears red and sore for hours, and sometimes they hurt until the next day. The sound of the slipper warming some bad girl’s or boy’s bottom was something usual at home, and not a whole week passed without it warming one or the other of us, some weeks all the three, and all our nearby neighbors could hear it and knew very well about the use of “la zapatilla” on our home, some having witnessed some of the thrashings. My Dad began dating a woman named Kate, and by the time of my summer visit in 1984 she and her kids were living with him. Kate was an attractive woman in her early 30s and had two daughters from a previous marriage – Denise, who was eight at the time, and six-year-old Kristie.

My stepmom never grounded us, never stood us in the corner or sat us on a ‘naughty stool’. There was one consequence in her house, and it was that brush. Let's say your stepdad sees his doc and it's not dementia. Let's say your stepdad was in full possession of his faculties when he asked you—HIS OWN (STEP)DAUGHTER—to spank his 74-year-old ass.In truth, the seed of that violence germinates in me as well. Anyone who has known me with any level of intimacy can tell you the difficulty I’ve had with managing and modulating my emotions. Every time I feel silenced or shut down, the trapped panic sets in — the panic of a girl whose feelings were never allowed a fair hearing. Every time I feel anger rising in my chest, I relive the white-hot nightmare my father inflicted on me, and it’s that heat that scorches anyone near me. Every day, as a parent, as a friend, as a lover, I struggle to avoid becoming the raging beast of my father or the cold spectre of my mother. Every day, I try to live in open-hearted empathy. Some days, I fail. Others, I succeed. She continued with the belt. I didn't think I cold take any more. I was beyond crying. I didn't have the strength to. Soon she stopped. She stood me up. Mum and I have laughed about that day many times over the years since. I do wonder if she had planned the bare bottom element or whether it was a spur of the moment decision. 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. Yes, you can post all sorts of stepmom OnlyFans porn, MILF content, and similar types of pics and videos, but you have to be careful. The terms of service specifically ban incest, but taboo content is usually allowed.

M-Mommy!" The older of the two, Ashley, shouted as she jumped up. She didn't even have time to think up a good story. Little Rebecca was too scared to say even that much. Kate also took quite a liking to me. She was very warm and motherly to me, which only made my crush on her grow stronger. I began to imagine what it would be like to be spanked by her. I would lie in bed at night and replay in my head the times I had seen Denise or Kristie being spanked – but substituting myself as the naughty child.Bikini Brittany is queen of the stepmom OnlyFans genre. She loves to sext and chat via video, and she enjoys sharing her gorgeous body in daily pics and videos. One of her favorite things to do is making custom content that is personalized for her fans. In the next few weeks, I saw Denise and Kristie get spanked during trips to the grocery store, the mall and the movie theatre, as well as the playground. Interestingly, neither of the girls seemed to feel any sense of embarrassment about it. They talked about their spankings very matter-of-factly, and did not think it unusual to be spanked in front of strangers. I won't call you 'Dan'. You will always be 'Danny'. 'Danny' is a child's name, that is what you are, is it not?" I’m going to give you a taster of each of my little helpers – three with the cane, three with the slipper and three with the board.”“You can’t make me!” I protested, but with that she called Doreen into the room. 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.”