Alone In the House
You always look forward to your stepmum’s monthly trips out of town. With your father at work you’ll finally have the house to yourself. It gives you the chance to give yourself the spankings that you secretly wish she would give you - although to be fair, you really aren’t sure you could take a hard spanking from her - she had been a varsity tennis player in college and is very athletic.
Her cab picks her up at 7:00 am and you snooze until your father leaves half an hour later. Then, anxious to get started, you arrange the pillows on your bed into a nice high pile before retrieving her heavy wooden hairbrush and placing it on top of them. After a nice warm shower, you want to give yourself as much as you can take before heading off to work at ten.
With the water running, you don’t hear her return after a canceled flight. You’ve dried off and given yourself a few warm-up whacks with your hand in the bathroom before coming around the corner. Then your heart stops.
“What are you doing honey?” she asks, standing in your doorway with a bemused smile. “Why’s my hairbrush doing in here on top of the pillows piled on your bed? Were you going to spank yourself or something?”
Turning bright red, you stammer until she cuts you off. “I suggest you get on with your little self-spanking while I watch. How many strokes were you going to give yourself?” she asks as she takes a ringside seat.
“Maybe about a hundred and fifty,” you mumble.
She giggles, “You had better deliver each one as hard as you can—or else.”
You don’t ask, “Or else what?”
(she sat down to watch)
After the first thirty full-force, humiliating strokes you can’t take any more and stop for a break.
“Why are you stopping, I only counted 30 strokes?” she asks. Before getting an answer she suggests, “Why don’t we start over? This time just keep spanking until I tell you to stop.”
Listening to her giggling and sneering comments as you spank yourself is the most embarrassing things you ever can imagine. Two sessions of nearly 100 strokes later, your ass is on fire, you’re exhausted and you can barely whimper when she finally tells you to quit.
“Get in the corner. Hands behind your head, nose touching the wall,” she orders in no uncertain terms. Trying to move in such a way to hide the fact that, despite the pain in your cheeks, you’re tremendously aroused, you know you’re unsuccessful.
“You stay right there, honey. I’m going down stairs to grab a little something to eat. When I come back it’ll be my turn to use the hairbrush on those ‘spank me please’ buns of yours. You’ve given yourself a nice little warm-up, but I’m really looking forward to spanking your ass a proper purple once I’ve had some breakfast. You ought to love that, from the looks of things,” she coos.
“I wish I had known you were a little spanko perv before now, she continues. “We could have been having sooo much fun. Now that I do know, you can be sure your spankings are going to be a whole lot harder than those little love taps you gave yourself and happen a whole lot more often. And so much catching up to do!
“In fact, I think I might do a little on-line shopping today. I think we might need a paddle or two and who knows what else? Oh, well I guess you do! Straps, canes? Tools for our new understanding. I’ll even make sure some get here in time for the weekend! Aren’t you excited?” Clearly, she can see the true answer to this.
As she leaves the room, you’re left in the corner—your head swimming with the seismic change your relationship has just taken. Is this what you’d really wanted? Spanking is one thing, but the thought of your stepmum standing behind you with a cane or strap and subjecting your ass to her powerful forehand makes you shudder. A sense of dread starts to overtake you when you hear her come back into the room.
Picking up the hairbrush and loudly smacking it against her own palm a few times make you jump as she says, “Come out of the corner and get over my lap, honey. It’s time for you to find out what a real spanking feels like!”
Be careful what you wish for! lol
