Wicked Stepmother
I don't know why I ever said 'yes'.
"I don't think that would be a good idea. It'd would be too embarrassing."
"It's supposed to be embarrassing, isn't it?" she replied. "More embarrassing that going to a prostitute and paying her to do it?"
"I don't go to a prostitute!" I cried. "Jeez!"
"Well, you don't have a girlfriend right now," she said, which was generous. I was in a major dry spell. "And if you get one, she might not be as willing as I am. Though if you do get one, we can stop, so she doesn't see your bright-red bottom."
"Vanessa!"
"Oh, and you'll start calling me 'Mom', like I've always asked. Or should we involve your own mother in this?"
"What? No!" By now I was pretty panicked. "Okay, I'll try to call you 'Mom'."
"You'll call me 'Mommy' when you're crying over my knee, I'll bet."
"How hard are you thinking of spanking me?!?"
"Maybe like in the magazine, or on those websites you go to. But only if you're really bad."
"Those... those... those aren't real spanking," I said, hoping I was right.
"Okay, then maybe not so hard," she promised.
"Sweetie, you know we're doing this. We just need some ground rules."
"Like, my dad not around?"
"Definitely. That's a good one. But more generally, when? When you ask? Once a week?"
"Every week? What if I've been good?"
"Okay, so, when you've been bad. When you've misbehaved."
"According to?"
"According to me, of course," she said.
"I don't think I like that."
"Oh, no? Well, your pants say you're lying."
She was right. My cock was like a flagpole and nothing would have hidden it.
"In fact, let's have those down. That can't be comfortable," she suggested.
"I don't know," I protested.
"Sweetie, I'm not asking," she said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "Here, let me help you."
"I'll do it, I'll do it!"
"Oh, baby, I'm not going to spank you that hard. Not today, anyway. But let me give you some advice. When you're going to be spanked, you should stay on my good side. That means be nice, and cooperate. That way, you'll only get one spanking."
"Instead of two?"
"Instead of two, yes, or instead of me thinking you need practice cooperating, like, every day or two. Maybe practice cooperating even when you're getting a bad spanking. And you know how we do that?"
"By practicing bad spankings?"
"So let's not. Okay, sweetie?"
"Yes, Mom," I said, my cock so hard I was afraid I'd go off in her face. And what kind of spanking would that get me? The thought did nothing to dampen my arousal.
"Oh, sweetie! Thank you!"
(to be continued)
photo credit @spanked2realtears
Welcome!
This blog is predicated on two stories from an old Tumblr account - in the first (above), his stepmother finds his stash of spanking drawings and photos and begins spanking him.
Like me, he had A LOT of spanking pics!
In the second story (below), his stepmother makes a game out of the pictures he's collected. A lot of this Tumblr will be about that game, I hope.
Here-s the second story - there are other stories in between that I'll try to post later, but for now, here we go!
My Stepmom's Game
I explained how my stepmom found my computer stash of spanking photos, many of which showed a young guy getting spanked by an attractive MILF. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out what I was thinking! She ‘offered’ to show me what spanking was ‘really’ like, though I’m not sure I ever had a choice!
She also decided that as long as I was ‘volunteering’ to get ‘demonstration’ spankings she might as well spank me (hard!) when I did something she didn’t like.
She confiscated my collection, a lot of them were drawings. (Like the ones by ‘Barb’ described here.) (note: link no longerworks)
One got me a really bad spanking was just because the guy’s butt was so red!
She came up with a ‘game’ she likes, that’s what I call it anyway. It could be called ‘What Did He Do?’
She shows or even sends me a picture sometimes, one from my ‘collection’, and asks, “What do you think this boy did?”
My first answer is usually, “I dunno.” But I always get the feeling we’re going to be acting this out very shortly!
“She’s using a paddle, she couldn’t be too happy with him,” she ‘observes’. “Nice clothes, maybe he has a job, just got home from work?”
“Maybe he was supposed to be home a lot earlier,” I say. I mean, I have to offer something.
“And he gets the paddle? Must not be the first time,” Mom says.
“Guess so,” I usually agree. “Or they’re supposed to be somewhere, maybe?”
“Oh, yes, that’s probably it. I thought she was dressed for the office but maybe they were supposed to go out,” she decides. “Probably too late now.”
“Probably.”
“And she’s spanking pretty hard,” she says.
“What? What makes you say that?” I ask.
“Look at how he’s gripping the chair leg.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“And his head’s almost to the floor. She’s smacking him really low,” she continues.
This makes me really uncomfortable.
Then she usually asks something like, “Do you think they’re almost done?” and I always say, ‘Probably,’ which is almost never right. “I mean, his butt’s red already.”
“Yes, but they’ve missed their reservations so they’ve got nowhere to be, she’s probably just getting started. Either that or they can still make it and this is just a little spanking, with the real fireworks when they get home.”
“Oh,” is all I can think of.
“Which do you think it is, sweetie?”
“I dunno…”
“It is, after all, your picture,” she reminds me.
“Ah, I guess, the first one?” I say, thinking one long spanking would be better than two.
“Yes, that’s what I think, too,” she agrees. “Get me a chair, would you, please?”
“But, ah, I wasn’t late!”
“No, not tonight you weren’t. It was last Thursday. I had hoped you’d be home on time. We could have played a fun little spanking game but you weren’t here.”
“I didn’t even know!” I protest.
“Chair, sweetie? You were getting me a chair?”
“Yes, Ma’am…”
