stepmoms-punish: It was the first time that Kevin had been in this room since his father married his
stepmoms-punish: It was the first time that Kevin had been in this room since his father married his new stepmother. His stepmom had declared the parental bedroom off limits to the teenager. Except for times like this one. Times that he didn’t want to be anywhere near that room! He noticed how different the room now looked. His stepmother had completely redecorated the room. There was a definite feminine stamp on everything now. Floral wallpaper covered the walls. Several framed paintings of ballerinas graced the walls. Lace curtains hung on the windows. Vases of fragrant, fresh flowers adorned the room. Much of the furniture was now antiques, including the prominent vanity table that dominated one wall. The top of the vanity table was draped with a lace cloth, on which rested various combs, brushes, hand-held mirrors, cosmetics, powders, and bottles of perfume. A large, oval mirror was attached to the back of the table. What immediately grabbed the boy’s attention, however, was one of the brushes that lay on his stepmom’s vanity table. It was the one that she had mentioned to him before. The time just after the wedding, when she sat him down and laid out for him in considerable detail what she expected of him now that she was his “new mother.” The hairbrush that she had warned him would feature prominently in the consequences he could expect if he should make foolish choices. Consequences that he would definitely want to do his best to avoid. Unlike all the other items of feminine grooming that decorated the top of the vanity table, this hairbrush was not used by his stepmom for any sort of grooming. It was present for a much less happy purpose than feminine beauty. Indeed, it was the only item in the entire room that was there specifically for Kevin. To be more specific, it was there for Kevin’s bottom for those times when Kevin’s behavior fell short of his stepmother’s expectations. Kevin had not actually seen the hairbrush before, but his stepmother had described it to him well enough that he was easily able to recognize it the instant he laid eyes on it. As she had explained, it was a large, long-handled, oval shaped, ebony hairbrush. While it had a graceful, feminine appearance, there was also something threatening, even frightening about the brush. Kevin felt his tummy twist as he stared at it, even as he noticed a tingling in his bottom. He was having a hard time taking his eyes off the menacing hairbrush as he realized that his stepmother had firmly closed the door behind them. Seeing her stepson staring at the hairbrush, she explained, “Yes, Kevin, that is the hairbrush that I use on the bottoms of misbehaving boys, of which you have now foolishly decided to become one.” -- source link