We Only Have Ourselves To Blame
My twin sister and I are standing in front of our stepmother in what you can call is our spanking uniforms. It’s a plain white tee shirt and white cotton underpants, except the underpants or *panties* as mother calls both mine and my sister’s even though I’m a boy, are pooled at are ankles. We’re standing in front of her crying, getting the end of her long lecture and warning of a repeat (or worse) of what we just got if we ever even Think of pulling a stunt like we just did. We’re crying and ruefully trying to rub and soothe some of the pain out of our sore and bruised hineys that our step mother just spent ten minutes giving it to us. We’re then sent to face the bare wall with the results of our misbehavior on full display to think about what we had done to wind up in this sorry state - yet again. We’ve been spanked by her like this, even before she and our father married five years before and It’s all been our fault!
When our birth mother died, my sister and I became quite a handful for our father. We chased away several maids, a cook and a couple of *house managers*. We even got dismissed from  private schools. In our freshman year at the local high school our continued unchecked behavior got us sent to the principals office a few times. Ms. Francis was the principal and she was determined (after reviewing our records) not to just *give up* on us. She must have seen something there. Anyhow it was this bad behavior that got dad involved as she demanded several meetings with him. This is how father and Ms. Francis met! She and dad hit it off from the beginning and before we could do or say anything about it they were dating - seriously.Â
It was at a dinner dad made me and my sister attend that they announced their intentions. It was also at this dinner my sister and I *acted out* and my father was helpless to control us. Ms.Francis asked if maybe she couldn’t help and my exasperated father relented. Both of you up, she barked orders like a drill sergeant. She directed us ahead of her and we found ourselves being herded into the ladies room - both of us. In there she pointed a finger in both our faces and warned us, if she had to speak to us again, any one or both of us again  tonight, we would be paying another trip to this very room, where she will pull down our pants put us across her knee and spank the living daylights out of us. My  sister and I tried a united front and said a principal is not allowed to hit us. she said at this place and time am not your principal but I intend to be your mother and as such have every right to do exactly what I told you I’d do. A look in her eyes told us not to push it and continue arguing we melted and behaved as she requested. Father was so impressed with the way she took charge.
On the drive home there was a lot of conspiratorial whispering going on in the front seat. When we got home Ms Francis took charge of the events that fallowed Father just acquiesced to all her wishes. Our lives were about to change -drastically.
She ordered us to get ready for bed and she would be up to talk to us about our behavior and how she was not going to put up with it. We began to object but she had gotten to dad and they offered a united front of their own. We were beaten in the metaphorical sense. There was nothing we could do but obey. And if the truth be known, we were a little afraid of Ms. Francis. She had a commanding presence.
We went to our respective rooms and begrudgingly got into our pajamas and *ready for bed*. I heard footsteps up the stairs and down the hall to my sister’s room. The sounds that came from the room scared me. There was yelling and I could hear my sister say, No, Don’t You Can’t… Then there was the sound of clapping. Loud clapping and my sister screaming, no - stop and calling for daddy!  The smacking sounds continued until I just heard crying and sobbing and Ms. Francis lecturing.
My door opened and Ms. Francis came in without knocking. You heard what your sister got - now it’s your turn young man. Struggling was a futile exercise.If she spanked my sister whose bigger than me there was nothing I could do or say to prevent me from getting one. My panicked thoughts were spot on. And so was her ability to prepare and give a spanking. I was bare bottom, secured across her lap getting the beating of my life. I had no idea a hand could deliver so much pain. I was no hero and cried and begged from the start and it went on for hours (or so it seemed).
Two little children went to bed, crying that night, sleeping on out tummies. And we only had ourselves to blame for bringing this all about.Â
Ms. Francis stayed that night and moved in even before they were married. She was in charge of the household from that day on. And we were cautioned enough times over the years to know what and where disobedience will get you. But as I said we asked for it - each and every time.
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