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[cyclepsycho57]

[wicked-women-mother-in-law]

[firmhandedwomen]

Gone were the days of getting a few swats to his covered bottom when he misbehaved. Ever since his stepmom had taken over his punishments, they were now an all day event. First his bottom was bared and he was placed in the corner to “think about what he had done”, while his stepmom grabbed whatever she intended on using to spank him with. Then came the spanking, which always started with the hand. That alone was enough to bring tears, but the hairbrush was usually next. This is when the kicking, squirming, and begging started. By the end he would be left lying still over his stepmom’s lap, sobbing like a toddler. Next came more corner time(no rubbing aloud) and another lecture about his behavior. After supper he would be sent to his room for a bedtime spanking. These bedtime spankings were even worse than the first spanking. She would spank him exactly as she did the first time, but his bottom was significantly more sore. Afterwards he would be tucked into bed, sobbing and promising to be never misbehave again.

[perfecthusbandismadenotmarried]

[otkfme]

You can call this a double hairbrush spanking for how naughty you have been. Now hurry up and lower your pants.

[annoyingwizard]

My friend Mark asked me to come home with him after we were released from detention. 

We were told our parents were called and notified of our *crimes* and subsequent detention. 

He asked me what my parents would do, and I said probably yell at me and maybe ground me for a day or so. He told me I was lucky. He said his stepmom was real strict and maybe if someone was there she maybe would postpone it, or maybe wouldn’t carry it through after she “calmed down”. I didn’t ask him what exactly she was likely to do and went along with his wishes.

When we arrived at his house, she was waiting for him. there was no mistaking what *he was in for*, even though I wasn’t spanked for ages and ages, and couldn’t imagine guys our age still subject to one. Obviously Mark was and didn’t believe he was “Too Old”.

You’re welcome to stay young man and find out how lucky you are you both aren’t my sons. MARK, Upstairs And Get Into Your Pajamas. I’ll Deal with You Up In Your Room! He started to cry and I [awkwardly] made my way to the door.

That very Spring I was forced to stay with him when my mother and father were called away on a family emergency. College Board test were coming up and my parents didn’t want me to miss them.

That is when Mark’s stepmother became my temporary guardian, and my luck had just run out.

In the three weeks I lived with Mark I was treated to one of her spankings. for thinking I really didn’t have to listen to her. And another time Mark and I both got it for sneaking out on a Friday night.

On the occasion of *sneaking out* we had to spend the entire weekend in her sight. That meant we were forced to accompany her where ever she had to go. We were warned that she didn’t care where we were or who was there, act up and there would be an “on the spot” correction [Pants down and all]! Mark told me she wasn’t kidding either. He was taken into many a Ladies Room on many occasions.And she wasn’t shy about discussing it with any who would listen too.

I got the *ladies room* threat on that time out with her and straightened out immediately. Her spankings were no joke.

[bigtl14]

[gnjayne]

Nice shoes too..

[badboytospank]

Oh my

[annoyingwizard]

You grew up with the standing threat that if you didn’t behave in school and she was called by the school, your mother mother would, “come up there and *deal* with you on the spot”. It was enough to keep you from ever having to have her fulfill her promise all through grade and high school.

But in college, in the first semester of your freshman year, the school found it necessary to *speak to your mother” after repeated warning by the dorm supervisors about your *inability* to follow the rules and regulations were simply ignored. Coupled with a dismal first quarter academic report; Mother paid a visit to the school to have that long promised *talk*.

By the time she left the whole dorm was aware of what went on behind the locked supervisors door. 

Needless to say, you made a concerted effort to make your school work your primary concern (she asked for a weekly [documented] update on your studies) and made sure she never had to have her make another trip up there.

The welts and bruises on your buttocks and legs faded after two weeks.

Before she left you [after embarrassingly leading you back to your room, unable to stem the flow of tears], she made it clear you  had “gotten off rather lightly - This Time”. “The next time I get so much as a hint of not taking your school work seriously or a call about your behavior young man, and I’ll embarrass you in front of the whole school”!

There was no doubt in your mind that she meant every word of what she said. 

[arcuablr-deactivated20190424]

[hardheadsoftbottom]

His behavior at dinner had been very bad so his mother told him to follow her to the ladies room so they could “talk”. Well he knew what that really meant so he tried to refuse. When his mom heard that she asked if he’d rather they had their discussion here in front of everyone. He just sat there thinking “she wouldn’t really do that in front of everyone, would she?”. When his mom said “okay it looks like I’ll just spank you here in front of everyone” he got off his seat and almost sprinted to the ladies room as his mother followed.

[justaguystuff]

[stepmoms-deactivated20190304]

My stepmom before my spanking!

[annoyingwizard]

So there I was in a corner in the home of a lady who had “the right of a parent* over me while I was attending the local university.

My mother placed me here after my first [almost disastrous]  semester when I was put on both academic and behavioral probation, living in the dorms. 

My mom asked the school if they knew of place where she could board me and have me watched more closely and my coming and goings monitored. A “helpful” secretary recommended Mrs. Hanson, a retired school teacher who had a reputation in “controlling” a “wayward” students activities and behavior.

After a  private meeting with the retired teacher, I was placed in her care by my mother and told my days of not taking my schooling seriously were over.

Mrs. Hanson gave me a list of rules and prohibitions [a whole lot of them] and was told to write them out three time and when I was to arrive at her place to get settled in, she would check and see if I had done as I was instructed. 

“Obedience, young man was the first key or basis to our future relationship” and she hoped I was prepared to do as I was told. As she was more than prepared in showing me just how important that was to her. “And it would be in your best interest Not to test my resolve”. “As I have had lots of experience in dealing with disobedience and rebellion”.

What this woman had was a really good right arm. And what she was experienced in doing was handing out really memorable punishments. [All with my mother’s authorization and blessing].

You know how they call it “a good spanking”; actually from my perspective, there is nothing *good* about it. But I am going on my second month with her and have become quite the *expert* on the subject (from the receiving end of her hairbrush).

Not only does she make it memorable by being totally humiliated *getting It* bare bottom, across her knee [like a little kid]; but she hasn’t yet failed to draw tears and begging for it to stop.

I just heard that my mom wants me to take summer courses to ameliorate the bad grades I received in my first semester. If the first few months living under Mrs. Hanson’s tough regime is any indication, there won’t be too many visits to the towns community pool - Unless of course, I want to make it public; the fact I am still subject to getting a spanking. 

Her friends have already seen me facing a corner and heard *details* of what I have gotten for a particular misbehavior, Not to mention having to attend church services with her, after being *dealt with* on a Saturday night. (Hard church pews on murder on a tender bottom).     

[brushandcane]

[annoyingwizard]

You want to listen to your hoodlum, know nothing friends of yours; instead of what I tell you, then you will just suffer the consequences of your stupidity!

And I mean *suffer* mister! You’re Going Across My Knee, And You’re Getting The Biggest And I Mean Biggest Spanking You Ever Had! You,d be lucky if you sit comfortably for the next two weeks!

Tell that to your friends! And the next time they advise you to what I can and cannot do to you for your misbehavior and disobedience and they still have *advise* or anything else to say about that, you’re welcome to invite them over and they can see for themselves

Do I Make Myself Understood!? If Not, I’ll Be Happy To Go Over This As Many Times As I Have To Until I’m Sure You Do! And With an Audience If you force the issue! 

[tolltaken]

[cornertime]

[madamedisciplinespnk]

What’s that, you don’t want to have to call your teacher and explain you were properly punished with a bare bottom spanking over my knee after she sent you home early today??

You should’ve thought of that before you disobeyed Alex! Naughty boys always get spankings…on their naughty bare bottoms!

[lumasoc]

[ihaventaclueatall]

I can’t believe I’m standing here again, waiting to go across Mom’s knee again. For the hairbrush again. Standing here with my pants and underpants pulled down again. Listening to another angry scolding again. About to bend over her lap and present my bare bottom for punishment again. Sixteen years old, and waiting for my mother to give me another bare bottom spanking.

Every single time I get up from Mom’s lap, I promise myself that I’m never going to do anything to ever have to go back over her knee again. How many times have I promised myself that? Way too many to count! I’m so upset with myself that I have foolishly gotten myself into this awful situation again. So embarrassed that I’ve earned another spanking. And so embarrassed, of course, to once again be standing in front of my mother with my underpants pulled down, everything that’s supposed to be private right out in the open, so shamefully on display again.

I hear myself begging Mom not to spank me. To give me another chance. Assuring her that I’ll never do it again. That I’ll be a good boy. That I just really don’t want a spanking. But, of course I know it will do no good. I’m already bared for my punishment. Mom is already sitting there holding that awful hairbrush. I know I’m going to be going over her knee. That there is nothing I can say or do that is going to keep me from getting this spanking. My underpants aren’t going to be coming back up until I’ve been over Mom’s knee and gotten my spanking from the hairbrush. Until I’m a very well spanked boy. Until I’ve been sobbing uncontrollably for a while. Until my bottom is on fire.

No matter how many times I’ve gone across Mom’s lap, it never gets any less scary. As usual, my heart is racing, my breathing shallow and rapid. I feel that usual prickly sensation all over as I look at the hairbrush in Mom’s hand. The lap where I will be lying to receive my punishment from that hairbrush she’s holding. I’ve been across that lap so many times. Way too many times. And I know all too well how that hairbrush feels when it’s spanking my bare bottom. I know how horribly it hurts. How it burns and stings unbearably as it steadily spanks my bottom. And how horribly shameful it feels to be lying across my mother’s lap getting a bare bottom spanking at my age! And all too well aware that I have nobody but myself to blame for being over her knee again.

I knew better, but I did it anyway. I knew what the consequences would be if Mom found out what I did, and she always seems to find out when I do something wrong. It hurts to disappoint her again too. I know that she has no desire to hurt me, that she is only doing her maternal duty when she holds me accountable when I misbehave. She doesn’t like to have to punish me, but she doesn’t hesitate to do so when I misbehave. She takes my punishments seriously, and makes sure that I do too. She firmly believes that a spanking has to be serious enough to teach me my lesson, otherwise it’s not going to do any good. And that necessarily means that the time I’m about to spend across her lap is going to be extremely unpleasant for me.

My tummy is doing flips as she directs me into my familiar punishment position across her lap. I feel a tingling in my bare bottom as it comes to rest over her knee, perfectly positioned for my punishment. Presented for its date with Mom’s hairbrush. So completely vulnerable. I take in the embarrassment of feeling my bare front down there pressed against her lap. My pants and underpants tangled around my knees and ankles. First tears cloud my view of the floor. The all too familiar pattern of the carpet that I have studied from this same vantage point on far too many unhappy occasions.

And then the preliminaries are over. I inhale deeply as Mom picks up the hairbrush and prepares to start administering my spanking. The first spank explodes into my bare bottom, sounding like a firecracker as it echoes through the house. The reality of a spanking is always much worse than I remember or even fear. But I have no time to react to that first fiery spank before the next one bites into my tender, helpless bottom. Steadily and rapidly, the spanks just keep falling. As the hairbrush revisits spots it has already punished, I howl with misery. Panic sets in, but I have no control at all over my punishment. No one counts the spanks. Mom’s firm intention is to give me a good, sound spanking, not a certain number of spanks. And by the time that I am finally allowed to get up from Mom’s lap, I will definitely be a very well spanked boy, who will once again be promising himself that he will never do anything to earn another trip across her knee. But we are not nearly at the point that Mom will set the hairbrush aside and struggle to my feet on wobbly knees. I’ve got a lot more of the hairbrush coming before that time comes. A lot more sobbing and bawling and howling to do while I continue to lie across my mother’s lap taking my punishment. I will be hoarse from all my bawling and howling and pleading before my punishment is finally over. Will I actually learn my lesson this time? Will I finally keep my promise to myself to behave better so that I don’t have to go back over Mom’s knee? At the moment, I’m absolutely sure of it. But, I’m absolutely sure of it every time I’m getting the hairbrush.

[strictwomen-otk]

[annoyingwizard]

This is the story of how the woman [a mommy with two teenage daughters], who had the summer cottage next door from your parents cottage, wound up coming over, and showing you, just how wrong it is “spying on” her, while she’s administering a little discipline to her daughters.

In fact she duplicated the very same process and procedure to you, as she did to her two disobedient daughters; right down to giving you [a second year college student] your spanking on your bare bottom,just like you *saw her* give it to them.

After she was through with you, you had a great deal more respect for her *parental abilities* and a much more sympathetic outlook for her two daughters, for which you now shared a *common bond*.

This was not the last time you had *run in* with the strict mommy. Later that season you threw a party. She came by not once but twice to get you to; “Calm It Down”.

The third time, she came with her hairbrush and took you next door to her house. {The alternative threat was to “put you across her knee [there and then]  in front of all your friends}.There [her house], the favor of now having her daughters witness a spanking, was returned.

  When she sent you home, you told your friends [mostly drunk], they had to leave {NOW]. 

[beautiful-when-she-s-angry]

Anita Ekberg

[miss--strict]

[peredur48-deactivated20230726]

Most women, surely, would rather not spank their boys in a public place. Except in very unusual circumstances, where the woman concerned is possessed of rare skill and aplomb, the fuss and unwanted attention it’s bound to cause, from passers-by, adds another level of difficulty and embarrassment to the operation. It’s one thing to discipline your boy at home or in someone else’s home and add a little well-deserved humiliation to his sore buttocks by dealing with him in front of friends and relations; quite another to have to preserve your dignity as you pull him over your lap in a public place to deal with some instance of rudeness or insubordination in circumstances where you cannot control the responses of witnesses.

Nonetheless, it’s vital to the preservation of discipline that your boy should believe that your threat to deal with him in public if he disobeys you or is insolent is real. So it will probably be necessary, at some stage, to bite the bullet and put him over your knee, ensuring that he receives a spanking he is unlikely to forget. To this end, you would be well-advised to carry with you at all times a stout, wooden-backed hairbrush that can fit snugly into your handbag, even if it would not normally be your implement of choice. It would also be a good idea to allow him to see you placing it there among your keys and loose change before leaving the house. You can even drive the point home by turning to him as you’re getting ready to go, telling him to fetch it for you from your dressing table or wherever you happen to have left it.

All you can do is to pick your moment; ideally in the presence of one or two trusted companions who can be counted on to offer you their support, for example in the face of ignorant remarks from strangers. If you can carry this off, it will have a salutary effect on your boy, greatly enhancing your prestige in his eyes and deepening his sense of humility in relation to you.

[i-need-spanking]

[tayload]

This situation would be so awesome xxxx

[ebony-spicy]

[demut1]

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[annoyingwizard]

Oh my, my little big man; what a big mean speech you just gave your stepmother.

You must be very angry with me. You even ignored my warning to watch that tone of voice. Have you told those stupid friends of yours how mean and strict I am with you? And they told you I had no right to discipline you? They said I couldn’t tell you what You were allowed and not allowed to do, Because you’re too big?! Did I get that about right?

Now let me tell you something my dear misinformed stepson. Not only will you be spanked and spanked hard now for the way you spoke to me, you will remain across my knee [and I will continue to spank you] until I’m sure you fully understand the rules of this house and what will happen each and every time I detect any expression of that disrespectful attitude you just demonstrated or any questionable behavior from you for that matter!

You just went too far! Now get those pants down! I said NOW young man! 

[heavyblueballs-deactivated20140]

[annoyingwizard]

A few minutes alone with your father’s new girlfriend: You know I heard so much about how difficult you are to control. And if you were my little boy I don’t think you would want to do half the things I hear you do

Why is that, you ask rather arrogantly?

Because I believe very strongly in giving long, hard bare bottom spankings to young men who misbehave or are  disobedient or disrespectful. 

Yup any boy who didn’t listen when I told him to do something or worse did something I specifically said he shouldn’t do, would have his panties pulled down and find himself across my knee, getting the biggest. hardest spanking I could give!

And believe me - I had lots of experience giving  hard, painful to naughty boys.

You did?

Didn’t your father tell you I used to be a teacher in a very strict private school?

N-No. No he didn’t ma’am   

[whapsboy]

[annoyingwizard]

Please mom, I don’t need anyone to watch me, and especially aunt Marilyn. She’s so strict and thinks I’m still a kid. Can’t I stay here by myself Please, I promise i won’t do anything bad. No parties or anything like that. No Not aunt Marilyn! You don’t know how bad she is. Y’know she still spanks me!

No That’s not what I Need! I go to college now. I Don’t need a baby sitter and especially one who thinks i’m a kid and treats me like one! Y’know, last year she put me to bed at four in the afternoon for giving her a hard time about going shopping with her.  And That’s after she took me to the ladies room at Fredrickson’s department store and Spanked me in public!

Ma Please! PLEASE! - Who are you calling? Aunt Marilyn? What for? To see if she can’t come get me a week earlier?!   God No! I’m sorry I Argued with you okay?!  Please don’t tell her I was bad!