I began counting to ten as I hear her feet patter away, in the direction of the kitchen. "...9...10, Ready or not here i come!!" I open my eyes and begin to look around the living room making it seem like i didn't know where she had headed. I was actually attracted to my sister in law before ever even meeting my wife. She works in my company, but was already married at the time. She's very short at 4 '10, blonde hair, brown eyes....wide hipped but amazing legs and feet. Her skin is always that tan color and they always look so smooth. Her feet are size 6 and toes are on the shorter side, but they are perfect in every way. Thank God, there were few neighbours on our street and I didn’t know any of them, as they had no children! My sister, meanwhile, was giggling and started to laugh at me. Mom was so mad that she didn’t stop to think and had me stand by the wall while she proceed to flip up my sister’s skirts and show her panties (flowered ones) and started to spank her too, saying: “You think this is funny? I’ll show you its not funny!” I know it is embarrassing, but in away you get used to it. i know that is hard for you to understand.

Mum and I have laughed about that day many times over the years since. I do wonder if she had planned the bare bottom element or whether it was a spur of the moment decision. After a while, Kate called to the three of us: “OK, kids, time to head home let’s go!” Denise and I ran over to her promptly, but Kristie was having too much fun on the monkey bars and was not ready to leave. Her Mom told her a second time that it was time to go. Kristie replied in a sassy tone: “No, Mommy! I’m staying here!”We walked with bowed heads to the bench and sat down. “She’s going to spank us,” said Kristie. “Yup, definitely,” Denise answered. I sat there not knowing what to expect. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach. Your analysis of the young Clare and the rest of that family dynamic after Peter’s father remarried is pretty spot on. It was a terrible environment for Peter as a young man, and young Clare was the stepsister from hell. As I explained in my previous attempt, as long as it was a bit of fun between us, I encouraged Mum any chance I could to turn me over her knee – I loved it. I pushed the boundaries with being cheeky – Mum threatened accordingly. It was fun – in fact, between the ages of 12 and 15 were my happiest childhood years. The period coincided with several fun spankings, and I felt this period also cemented an extra closeness in our relationship. Then take Clare. She seems reasonable later in the story. But in these two chapters she seems like the Stepsister Bully from Hell. Taking advantage of her size to humiliate him. Tattling on him simply because she sadistically wanted to see him spanked and then to spank him herself. Afterward she seems to become by far his primary disciplinarian and where, in these two chapters have you shown a trace of love for her to him? Because he became (out of sheer terror and painful experiences again and again and again) super-disciplined? The “iron will” was probably as much to cover up the scars from the mental abuse as anything else, a self-protective shell that enabled him to stay sane while his sadistic step sister did everything she could to humiliate him. ‘In front of her friends’, and more than once. Try to make an excuse for that. There is no love or consideration shown by either of them in either of these chapters but you seem to believe we are supposed to assume it because of ‘results’. Well, plenty of horribly abused people have become powerful. Plenty have become rich. Sometimes they perpetuate the ‘cycle of abuse’, sometimes they manage to avoid that fate, but you have to wonder about the scars. I wonder , since you’ve set her up as a Disciplinarian again. Did Clare EVER ONCE stop to think about how Peter must have felt? Did she ever think she might have made mistakes? Or was Peter her ‘mistake’ , because she obviously talks about not trying to ‘incite rebellion’ in George, whereas in Peter she crushes it. With literal size and strength. Just like a bully.

We would bare the bottom for play spankings if it was just girls but if boys were even in the room over panties. My mom playing the principal gave it over our skirts or dresses because that's how we got it in school since our parents choose the bottom not the hands for strappings. My daddy was a pastor like my husband is he was busy during the week doing visataionx sometimes if we were real naughty during the week he would line us up for the belt Saturday morning . One Saturday be line us up and put the belt down and playfully spanked us. Daddy would not let us use his and moms paddle he made us our own. I play the principal sometimes with our girls but pretend to strap the hands as we choose the hands Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” There is a generation between this look at Clare and Peter’s past and the current day when Auntie appears at Mary and Howard’s door. One would hope that life has somewhat blunted Clare’s aggressive nature. ”A few days later, when my visit was almost over, Kate and my Dad sat all three of us kids down and made an announcement – they were getting married. What was that?" she wrinkles her nose in what must have been some mix between anger and disgust, but it comes off looking cute anyway. It was then that the recent thought of the normality beyond the house returned, and Mummy noticed the bedroom window open. It was a secret no more, the sound of this spanking would travel! In a strange way it encouraged Mummy. Who stopped. I even began to think about naughty things I might do to provoke her into spanking my bottom. The problem with the plan, of course, was that my father was there. If I was going to get a spanking for anything, he would almost certainly be the one to give it to me.

I am going to have to tell your mum about this!” she yelled. “Now, both of you go stand in different corners.” She would brook no arguments, and the strap was clearly visible there on the floor! Clare at this stage of her life is one of the more vicious of my fictional, female characters. Presumably, her position of power relative to Peter was something new to her and she did an awful job of handling that sudden power and authority. A question for later chapters is how this life experience shaped her succeeding years. She was naturally dominant, but would she—could she—remain as vicious? Well, about an hour later, mum came home and of course the first thing she saw was a grim-faced Mrs Smyth, and her daughter and son (in drag) standing in the corner. I was so chuffed to see my first story published on Maman, I thought I’d strike while the iron was hot and the memories fresh – so here is what happened next! My mum has a regular line she uses: “You were such a cheeky, funny, handsome, naughty little boy – how did it go so wrong?” Thanks, Mum! Do you lay flat on your bed to be strapped or do you go across your daddy's knee to be spanked. Pammi how often are you spanked? Does your mom spank you also?Notice: Copies of your message may remain on this and other systems on internet. Please be respectful. And..." I look up with dread, realizing she hasn't finished yet. "You have to play it off like it's been a great time after every time you babysit me. You convince them to go out again, and I won't tell... Simple as that." If she’s somehow a ‘better person’ (her internal thoughts and feelings about George seem to be compassionate and generous I admit, though she STILL wants to strip and humiliate him for some selfish reason) , I guess I have to believe she had another (and more OBVIOUS *God help us*) victim. And it was this person that taught her not to misuse her power, probably because he or she had a sad fate due to the abuse. Problem is, Ms. Better Person is still a monster and a demon to Peter, and, because she either doesn’t care what she did to him OR STILL has no freaking clue, it makes me doubt her transformation into any kind of positive force. I guess if she does have a heart, maybe she never thinks about Peter or revisits her treatment of him because he’d make her SECOND failure and two failures might destroy her. I guess I can sympathize with h er a little, but only a little: She was still just barely a legal adult herself, things were new to her, at least sone of what she did to Peter was due to her mothers influence and I’m sure she had some pretty tanned butts over the years herself. That doesn’t excuse the cruelty – the spankings she could have spared him but didn’t want to, or the ones she might have ‘set him up’ for. It doesn’t excuse her humiliating him in front of her friends. There’s alot it does not excuse and honestly she owes Peter a huge apology from the bottom of any heart she has. The sobbing didn’t as the heat sank in, and pain exploded, she just wailed and wailed.”Now up you get… and straight to bed young lady, AND stay there… Once you have stopped crying I don’t want to hear another peep out of you…do you hear? Or you will be going over my knee again… Okay it’s done!” Was the strap Susan was spanked with the new two-tailed tawse y'all just got in the mail last Saturday?

With the dishes in the dishwasher and the leftovers in the fridge, Clare leaned against the kitchen counter, crossed her legs at the ankles, and watched her mother at work. She’s really good, she thought. Peter’s ass is delightfully red. Love how he struggles when she spanks his upper thighs. Must be especially tender in that area. Good to know. Now, how can I insert myself into Peter’s discipline? She moved closer so that Peter could see her feet. She wanted the little shit to know his stepsister witnessed him getting his naked ass spanked, and that she was loving it.Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.” I also recall one time getting a spanking in front of my whole family. I don't even recall what it was over, but I remember my mom yanking me up right in the middle of my family room and in front of my three sisters and my dad, and my mom made me pulldown my own pants for a spanking. I recall her yelling at me to pull my underwear down, but I was embarrassed and I just froze. I was scared but also so embarrassed at the same time, that I didn't know what to do and just froze. She kept yelling at me to pull them down, but I couldn't, and I think that just pissed her off more, then she yanked them down and began to spank the hell out of me. I remember being highly embarrassed and trying to face toward the wall so that I only had to expose my butt to my sisters, but my mom grabbed my arm and just began to blister my butt so hard that I couldn't stand still. I tried for the longest time to keep my other hand covering my private parts, but she just kept swinging until finally I couldn't stand it any longer and moved my hand around to try to stop from being hit by the belt. I was jumping around in a circle trying to avoid each swing of the belt, but my mom just kept blistering me until there was no doubt that everyone got to see every private part of me. One day, when my sister wasn’t home, I snitched a pair of her panties. They were pink, with lace across the bum – they later called them rhumba panties. I felt them for a while and decided to feel what they felt like on, so stripping off my trousers and underpants, I put them on. They were too big, but not awfully so. Mrs.Weltwaay put the detention slips into envelopes at the end of the school day. Then with a stern face told them to go home. From that day, until he was old enough to move out of his home, his stepmother rarely found it necessary to discipline Peter. His stepsister, on the other hand, took great pleasure in directing his daily actions, and spanking him for the least failure in performance, deportment, or attitude, occasionally in the presence and to the delight of her friends.