Spanking Stepmothers: an F/M story collection

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okay anyone ever do anything with their stepmom? like even a foot massage. Ill get the first story going

I also remember Mom looking at my butt. I caught a glance in her mirror and my left thigh had a pretty clear bruise. Before I thought much else, her hands were suddenly whisking down my yellow undies to join my jeans, and my right cheek was also clearly showing the results of the punishment.

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And so, in my early thirties, I found myself explaining the trauma of that frequent ordeal to my partner, without situating myself as an abuse survivor, because to admit that was unthinkable. When that partner (who grew up in the same community and was no stranger to its values and practices) helped lead me to the courage to name my abuse for what it was, it felt gruesomely freeing, releasing decades of lies and denial in a tear-filled flood. It also seemed witheringly obvious. In what possible world could this behavior toward a child, toward any loved one, be anything other than grievous mistreatment? Room to let for clean tidy boy, non smoker, must be new student of the university, correct candidate will enjoy welcoming home of experienced landlady

The top and bottom of this was that Steven became an increasingly disruptive influence on our household and our relationship. I bit my lip and stood my ground for a couple of months, then on a phone call to my mom, I unloaded to her about the problems we were having. When the spanking was over, Kate told Kristie to sit on the picnic table bench until she stopped crying. She also informed the girl that she would have some time standing in the corner when we got home. The next thing I knew, Aunt Pam was holding my arms firmly so I couldn’t move, and Doreen was unzipping my jeans. Then I was pulled across Pam’s knee in a daze.

Yes Aunt Christine." I replied. The rest of the trip to my new home was spent in silence. We pulled into the driveway of a nice 2-story white house. It seemed pretty standard to me. I followed her in. Because of this age gap, my stepmom is like a mom and a best friend to me. But this complexity isn't a bad thing.