Angela and her stepmom (spanking story)

Angela looked around her room at all her lovely things. A closet full

of clothes, old favorite toys and stuffed animals including her faithful

friend Sam. He was a well loved and much cuddled tiger. On many

occasions he was her confidant and listened to all her troubles. His

fluffy fur had absorbed innumerable tears and that was his job today.

He heard her describe how it seemed like such a good idea to drive to

the hamburger stand to be with her friends when she should have been

doing research for her homework at the library. It was that idiot who

rammed into her car in the parking lot who really should be the one

waiting to be punished, not her. Sam listened sympathetically but if he could speak he would remind

Angela that Mom wasn’t upset about the dent in the car as much as

Angela’s disobedience. She knew she wasn’t supposed to drive anywhere

except on approved errands and her side trip to the hamburger stand did

not fall into that category. In her own way, Angela understood this

also but she never would’ve gotten caught if that fool hadn’t driven

into the back of Angela’s car. Now it was too late. She almost had to

laugh at her mental image of the other driver rear ending her. Of more

concern was the way her mother was going to perform a similar action.

She wouldn’t leave any dents although that more due to the resiliency of

Angela’s hind quarters than a lack of effort on her mother’s part. The

car only got bumped by a couple thousand pounds of steel which didn’t

even compare to her mom’s hairbrush. Fresh tears appeared when she told Sam, “It’s even worse then that.

It’s going to happen in the living room which means my brothers are

going to be there. Why doesn’t she spank me up here? Why does she have

to do it in front of them? I can’t do anything about the spanking but

I’m not going to be naked in front of Kevin and Michael, especially

Kevin. I don’t care what they tell me to do, I’m not going to stand

there without my shirt and bra. I’m entitled to that much consideration

but that wouldn’t have been a problem if she had dealt with me when we

got home. That’s a good question. I knew I was going to get spanked

from the moment the accident occurred and so why didn’t she just do it

last night and get it over with? Do you have any idea what it was like

to go to school today when all I could think of was what was waiting for

me tonight? Of course you don’t, you’re just a tiger and don’t get

spanked. Well, let me tell you, I think its rotten. Is it really that

important for my brothers to be the room when I get spanked? Mom says

it’s good for them to see that their big sister is not immune to getting

punished the way they do. Who cares about them? How about my

feelings?” Those questions should’ve gone unanswered. They would’ve if Sam had

been the only one to hear them but Angela was so absorbed in her own

self-pity she didn’t realize she was no longer alone.

“I care about your feelings very much but I care about your behavior

even more.” Angela jumped up. “I’m sorry Mom. I didn’t hear you come in.” The older woman smiled and wrapped her daughter in her arms. “I

understand how you feel sweetheart. It’s not easy growing up. You’re

at the age where you’re so close to being an adult but you still have a

way to go. I love you very much and that’s why I have to help you learn

responsibility.” Angela felt comfort in her mother’s hug and said, “I know. And I know

you spank me because you love me. I don’t always appreciate it during

the process but in a way I’m glad you care enough about us to do it.” That little speech almost brought tears to the woman’s eyes. She didn’t

enjoy punishing her children but it was her responsibility and it helped

to hear that Angela understood it also. She spoke quietly. “I think

you’re entitled to some answers to the questions you asked Sam. First,

I was too angry last night to spank you. It would’ve been me taking out

my rage and that’s not the way anyone should be punished.” Angela felt comfort in her mother’s arms and said, “Thank you. I know

what I did was wrong and I should be spanked. I guess I should be

grateful you didn’t do it last night.” Her mother asked, “Do you think it would have been worse?” Angela nodded and her mother chuckled. “You still don’t understand.

If

I punish you when I’m angry I don’t have a chance to think about what’s

best for you. I’m afraid you’re in for a lot more than I would’ve given

you last night. A punishment should be something meaningful. That’s

why I decided on the living room. The accident wasn’t your fault but

if you had been where you were supposed to be it wouldn’t have happened.

Now the whole family has to suffer while it gets fixed so they’re

entitled to see your punishment.” Angela sniffled and asked, “Isn’t it enough that they just know I’m

getting spanked. Everybody can hear everything when you spank us and

it’s bad enough that I’m going to cry and carry on like a little girl.

They don’t have to see it. It’s been years since I had to have a

spanking downstairs and” She trailed off and Mom picked up the thread. “You’re too grown up for

a spanking like that?” Angela’s hopes rose. Maybe her mother did understand. “Yes. It’s not

that I’m too grown-up to be spanked. I proved that last night and I

know I have to pay the penalty but I shouldn’t have to stand in front of

the boys with nothing on. I’ll agree to taking my jeans off and pulling

my panties down for the spanking. I know that it’s going to be on the

bare bottom but I can’t let them see my breasts. Michael’s too young to

care about girls and their bodies but Kevin is only a year younger than

me. He’s plenty old enough to notice the way I’ve grown-up and it’s not

proper for him to see me like that. ” Mom seemed lost in thought for a moment and then asked, “Was Kevin too

grown-up when I spanked him in the living room last month?” Angela didn’t like where that question was leading but she defended her

decision. “That’s not the same. He doesn’t have breasts.” “That’s true.”, Mom replied, “So you think he wasn’t embarrassed to

stand naked in front of you to make his apologies and it didn’t bother

him at all when you lectured him or when he had to ask you and Michael

for permission for me to spank him so he could, to paraphrase you, cry

and carry on like a little boy?” She knew she was losing ground rapidly as her mother continued, “He’s

getting his license to drive in a few months and he needs to see that

he’ll be held to the same standard of responsibility as you are and that

includes seeing the consequences.

I can’t do anything about the fact

that you’re a girl and have two extra reasons to be embarrassed when you

take your clothes off but consider that a blessing. You have two more

incentives to behave yourself in the future. But first we have tonight

to think about and I think we need to have a discussion about your

decision to disobey the requirement to strip during your punishment.” Angela paled. The battle over how she should be dressed downstairs had

been lost and as if that wasn’t enough, she had a sinking feeling that

she was in trouble for even suggesting it. She tried to recover, “I’m

sorry Mom. That was a stupid thing to say. You’ve convinced me to stay

with the normal routine for getting spanked. Is everybody waiting or

should I get the boys and meet you downstairs?” The room was silent for a moment. With a sigh Angela’s mother said,

“You’re not the first girl in this family to have this problem. I had

to stand naked in front of your uncles more times than I care to admit

and hated it every time. I tried to get your grandmother to change the

rules when I started to develop also but it didn’t do me any good. She

not only refused my request as I must refuse yours, she convinced me to

accept the full discipline including the humiliation and I never balked

at being nude in front of them again. I hoped I wouldn’t have to do the

same thing with you but I guess I was wrong. Take your clothes off.

Everything except your panties” The girl was trembling as she complied and she stammered, “I sorry Mom.

Really! I promise to follow the normal routine and ” She didn’t finish her sentence. A stern comment interrupted. “That

sounds too close to asking me not to spank you. Don’t push your luck

girl. Get the chair.” Angela pulled her desk chair out to the center of her room and waited

for her mother to get settled. Angela took a breath and started the

ritual. As is normal for a spanking in her bedroom she was now properly

attired. Her mother’s earlier direction to take off everything but her

panties was her way of saying, “You’re going to get a spanking now! Get

ready.” As to this remaining garment, it did not remain on Angela to

protect her modesty but to be token of her previous disobedience. After

she asks for her spanking she takes the panties off as a symbolic

gesture of accepting the punishment she earned. She moved to her mother and said, “I’m sorry for suggesting that you

give me special consideration when I am to be punished. I know you are

only doing what is best for me and should not have questioned you.

Since I acted like a little girl I should be spanked.” Although the nature of the crimes changed the basic formula for her

speech had been well rehearsed over the years. The only thing left was

to finish her preparations. She took a deep breath and pulled the last

vestige of her clothes down and off in one practiced motion. As they

fluttered to the floor she recited the never changing coda. “Please

spank my bare bottom very hard and as long as you think is necessary for

me to learn my lesson.” She had resigned herself to the proscribed method of asking for her

punishment years ago but this was still the part she disliked the most.

Actually, that’s not entirely correct. For spankings in the living room

like the one she still had coming she has to face her brothers

completely naked as she makes her apologies to the whole family. She

will have to endure their expressions of disappointment as well as their

leering looks before she’s allowed to place herself over the waiting

lap. That was the absolute worst. On second thought, that’s not true either. She remembered that there

was something much worse then either of those things as the maternal

hand came crashing down on the unmarked skin. No matter how many times

Angela had been spanked, and it had been a lot of times, she was always

surprised at how much it hurt. The first red blotch appeared with her

wakeup call and it would be days until that young bottom was pristine

and unblemished again. Years of experience were behind that hand and the woman knew how to

apply it in the most effective manner. Although Angela’s spanking were

usually in the privacy of her bedroom there was never any doubt that

someone in the house was getting his or her bottom attended to. The

sound of a hand or hairbrush landing and the resultant expressions of

agony were heard throughout the house. This night was no exception.

The girl that thought herself almost grown-up was now nothing more than

a little child crying and pleading for forgiveness as the hand found new

territory to land on. This ranged from the highest point on her

buttocks to just above her knees. Once the area in question was very

red and there was no spot untouched by the loving discipline it was time

to apply a second coat and then a third. This was a determined mother and she not only felt satisfaction at doing

this job very well she took pride in her children’s training under her

hand. The tears and apologies were acceptable but asking for the

spanking to stop before Mom decided that the bottom had suffered

sufficiently was totally out of line. And so it was on this night.

When Angela stood on shaky legs her sobs were worthy of sympathy by

anyone other than the one who took this as a sign that she had done her

duty. Normally, Angela would spend the next hour standing in a corner before

going to bed where she would lie on her stomach and cry herself to

sleep. Unfortunately this was not a normal night. What she had just

gone through wasn’t her scheduled spanking. That was still pending.

This latest trip over Mom’s lap had nothing to do with that per se.

Rather, it was only a reminder of Angela’s role in her punishments.

Additionally, it put her in a more receptive mood to accept the rest of

what the evening held in store. Her mother announced that the event in

the living room would be delayed slightly since Angela’s rear end needed

time to recover a bit of feeling. Angela was thankful for only a second

until she received Mom’s justification. “I’m not doing this for the

reason you think. You still need a very good spanking for what happened

last night. I intend to see that you learn a valuable lesson. However,

further spanking right now would be painful but only up to a point. In

another hour you will be better able to appreciate a more prolonged

application of the hairbrush.” As the tearful maiden moved to her corner there was another sigh from

her mother. “Don’t bother going there, it’s not going to be that easy.

My sweet Angela is going to learn this lesson the same way I learned

mine and it’s not going to happen in this room.” Although she didn’t really want to know the answer Angela whispered,

“What do you mean?” Her mother took her little girl’s hand and held it gently. She asked,

“Why didn’t you ask me to stop while I was spanking you just now?

Didn’t it hurt?” Angela was confused by the question and between sniffles answered, “Of

course it hurt. As you’ve told me, it’s supposed to but you’ve also

taught me that asking you to stop is unacceptable.” A wan smile and her mother asked another question. “Correct. Do you

remember how I taught you that? What did you learn?” Another sniffle as Angela wondered where all this was leading. She

replied, “You kept on spanking me after I asked you to stop so I learned

that it didn’t do me any good.” “And�” the older woman prompted. “And then you gave me another spanking as extra punishment for

‘Attempting to usurp your authority’. See, I even remember your exact

words.” “Very good dear. I suppose you’re wondering what this has to do with

your reluctance to strip in front of Kevin. Back then I spanked you a

second time to show you that asking me to stop just got you more

spanking. This latest bit of rebelliousness is going to be dealt with

the same way.” Angela’s heart stopped. Her mother’s words hinted very strongly that

her punishment for that offense was not over. In vain she pleaded, “But

you’ve already spanked me for it. Are you going to spank me again?” It was little comfort when her mother said, “No. At least not now. You

still have the hairbrush downstairs to look forward to but that’s the

only other spanking you’ve earned. The spanking you just got was for

your foolish attempt to usurp my authority again. What I have in mind

is not going to be painful. At least, not physically painful unless you

do something stupid like disobey me before we go downstairs.” Although rubbing a recently spanked bottom was not allowed, Angela

mentally ran her hands over that area and promised to submit to whatever

her mother decreed. Mom said, “I’m happy to hear that. Now, since asking for me to stop a

spanking got you an extra spanking right then what do you think should

happen now? What do you think you should do to make sure you learn that

you have no choice in the fact that Kevin is going to see your breasts

in the living room?” Angela may not have been a rocket scientist but she knew what her mother

had in mind. It wouldn’t be a good idea to play dumb so she forced

herself to answer. “I should keep them uncovered and stand where he can

see them while I’m waiting to go downstairs.” Her heart fell as she saw a nod to confirm her fearful prediction and

she bent to retrieve her panties. That very same heart continued its

downward journey when she heard, “That’s not all that’s going to stay

uncovered. What will you be wearing before your spanking downstairs?” Angela had to close her eyes before answering, “Nothing.” She heard her mother say, “Right. Come with me.” She was alone in her room for only a second as she looked wistfully at

her clothes and then she quickly followed her mother. A few doors down the hall Kevin had been reading a book and waiting for

Angela to knock on his door. He was looking forward to seeing her face

when she had to tell him it was time to meet in the living room. He

loved his sister and usually didn’t find any pleasure in hearing her get

punished but this was a different story. She made it very obvious that

she enjoyed humiliating him last month when he found himself in the

living room after a major screw-up.

So he felt a small sense of revenge

at the thought of seeing her get her comeuppance. The sounds emanating

down the hall surprised him and he assumed that Angela had somehow

gotten a change of venue for her spanking. Although slightly

disappointed he found some satisfaction that he had at least gotten to

hear it. His real surprise was when his door opened and Angela walked

in with her mother. He wanted to stare at the nude girl but after a

quick glance looked back down at his book. He ‘had’ to look up again when Mom explained their visit. “Angela took

it in her mind that she was special and too good to be punished properly

in the living room. It seems she felt that it was O.K. for you to stand

naked in front of her but she should have special privileges when it’s

her turn. As I’m sure you heard, she and I had a talk about that and

now she’s needs some time to think about conducting herself properly

when we all meet in a little while. That’ll be in an hour and she’s

going to stay here until then. This is a punishment for her and not for

you and I realize that you might be embarrassed. This will help.” They had stopped at her mother’s room to get a dark scarf and as it was

wrapped around her head and tied it proved to be an effective blindfold.

“Now she won’t be able to see you and you can look at any part of her

for as long as you like. You will have an unobstructed view since she

is not going to cover any of her private parts with her hands. Are you

dear?” Angela croaked out a “No mother.” and received a pat on the head. She

wasn’t sure if the loss of sight was a blessing or a curse. She

probably would’ve kept her eyes closed against the shame anyway as she

steeled herself to an hour of this. But if she thought she was going to

get away with standing with her shoulders slumped and arms at her side

she was mistaken. Her mother had a few instructions for both of them

that clarified the full extent of Angela’s lesson. “She seemed most

concerned about her breasts so we’ll start with them. Put your hands

arms behind you and grasp your elbows. Very nice dear. I’m sure

they’ll grow a little more in the next few years but what you have is

nothing to be ashamed of. They’re pushed out nicely and I’m sure Kevin

appreciates it.” The scarf was also doing a good job at absorbing the renewed tears as

she realized what a display her present posture presented. Alas, this

was only the beginning and she gasped involuntarily when she heard the

next part of her mother’s plan. “Notice that I said ‘any part of her’.

She’s going to learn that she has absolutely no right to privacy or

modesty during her punishments tonight or in the future. Besides, it’s

about time you saw a female body in the flesh and not just in the

magazines you’ve got hidden under your bed. Don’t worry, I’ve known

about them for a long time and there’s nothing wrong with a young man’s

normal curiosity. Consider this a learning experience for both of you.

Look all you want and if you need her to change position so you can see

anything a little better she will. The only restriction is that you’re

not allowed to touch. I’ll come back when it’s time for her to get

dressed and move the show downstairs.” She closed the door behind her and left them alone. Her heart was

heavy. She hated doing this to her daughter but she only had her own

training to go by. Her mother had given her to her brothers in this

manner and it was probably the most humiliating experience of her life

but she learned a valuable lesson in accepting discipline. Angela

needed to be taken down a peg or two and the next hour should go a long

way towards that end. She stood outside Kevin’s door for a few more

minutes. Although she didn’t hear the words Kevin was saying she could

hear Angela responding with “Yes Sir.”

And shuffling sounds as the young

lady moved to her newest assigned position. With another sigh she

quietly descended the stairs where she would pretend to read for the

next hour. Back in Kevin’s bedroom he knew he had been given a golden opportunity

and was taking complete advantage of it. Angela was turned, twisted and

bent over in many ways and there was not a single feminine secret he did

not peruse intently. Even better was Angela’s submissive attitude. She

was not his older sister but almost a slave. She had never called him

‘Sir’ before and he kind of liked it when she referred to him with

respect. It gave him an added sense of power to hear her agree with

every command or suggestion for a better way to show herself. Although

reluctant at first she got better and better at complying immediately

with whatever he wanted. Kevin was in seventh heaven while Angela was

in an unnumbered Hell. Each passing minute and new obscene pose

increased her humiliation and the thought of the spanking to come became

more and more attractive. She wasn’t looking forward to the pain, there

would be plenty of that, but at least this degrading display would be

over. Her mother was right.

Standing nude in front of him was not

going to seem too bad at all compared to another hour of this kind of

special mortification. Kevin heard his mother approach and had Angela back in her first

position when the door opened. The blindfold was removed as Kevin was

asked, “Was she a good girl and do everything you told her to?” The boy smiled and gave his mother a glowing report on his sister’s

behavior. She turned to her red faced daughter and said, “I hope this

has been beneficial for you.” Angela wiped her face and answered, “Yes. I’ve learned my lesson. It

was very humiliating.” Her mother pulled a tissue from her pocket and gave it to Angela as she

said, “I wish I could tell you it won’t be as bad next time but I can’t.

No matter how many times you have to do this it will always be

horrible.” The quick response was, “Don’t worry Mom. You’ll never have to do this

to me again.” There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before her mother said,

“I hope so but I said the same thing the first time I had to do this

with your uncles. Enough of this for now.

I’m afraid we have something

else to do. You need to face the music for taking the car to the

hamburger stand. Get dressed, wash your face and make yourself

presentable before you invite your brothers to convene in the living

room.” Angela wasn’t sure what to make of everything her mother said but she

nodded and left the room. Part of her was glad to be out of there but

it wouldn’t be long until she would be standing naked in front of him

again as preparation for a very severe spanking. Her mother looked at Kevin for a moment and said, “You’ve got a few

minutes until she comes back for you. Do something about that. It’s

perfectly natural after spending an hour with her dressed as she was but

I don’t want to see it downstairs.” He blushed and put one hand over his crotch but his erection had been

very evident. As she left him alone she thought, “Oh well, boys will be

boys.”