somestuffaz:twitter.com/MissRaven666 I realized [too late] that I pushed my stepmom too far.

somestuffaz:https://twitter.com/MissRaven666 I realized [too late] that I pushed my stepmom too far. But  that’s what a normal healthy teenager is supposed to do, isn’t it? And I’m nineteen, okay, I’m a shade short of twenty.That’s why I argued so vociferously about her treating me like I was six or at best an eight year old. That got me taken to the den and made to stand at attention, facing the wall, to “wait for her to calm down”. Resisting her and I guess not [exactly] doing like I was ordered, got me a couple or three hard smacks to rear, with a dire warning that “another word out of me” or “Not doing as I was told, would get my pants taken down and spanked” (I imagined, on the proverbial spot, bare spot, her past *modus operandi*). I immediately reacted to her warning of “dire consequences” and figured in she needed “time to cool off” And the fact that the two or three *warning shots hurt [and that’s through the covering of pants and underpants] and obeyed in an effort to ameliorate the situation and maybe avoid some serious lap time.Since she already let me know that she obviously didn’t feel that “I Was too old to be spanked”, That oft used *sanctuary* line of being *too old* was short circuited, and was hoping “calming down” would just mean a lecture and warning.That hope was dashed when she finally returned to the den, and placed a straight chair in the center of the room. Seated in the chair, and looking like she needed quite a bit more”cooling down” I was called out an made to stand in front of this still very angry looking woman.Oh yeah, I was going to get a spanking alright, and there was nothing i could say or physically do to avoid “Getting It Good”. And attempting to interfere with the *proceedings* would just make it worse {if that were possible}.It has been a while before I was spanked by her. But if you have Ever been put across this woman’s lap, you wouldn’t forget the experience. This woman [my stepmom] could teach a fascist dictator a thing or to about giving pain. And believe me, I’m no hero. From the time she lowers my pants and under pants, and I’m secured [held firmly there], until I’m let up, and given enough time to compose myself, so she can make sure I *Understood* why she “had to Resort to this”; I would be crying and sobbing non stop.   Standing in front of her, as she ordered, with my hands on my head, she lowers the garments that cover me from the waist to the ankles, I’m placed across her stockinged lap [she hiked her skirt out of the way], and held there, and I’ve already started crying in anticipation of what is to follow One thing can be said about a threat from her of, “a spanking you won’t forget young man”;  is, she doesn’t *disappoint* or exaggerate. And, as big as I think I am, sitting down [and related activities] for a few days after she ”had Our Little Talk”, is another obstacle I will have to learn to overcome, and of course hide from my compadres.   -- source link

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