annoyingwizard: Frustrated, after all those years of not being allowed to *discipline* us as she wis
annoyingwizard: Frustrated, after all those years of not being allowed to *discipline* us as she wished, due to father’s interference and protection, our stepmother gathered the three of us [my two sisters and myself] together and explained how life was going to be around here, now that we no longer had our father around to hinder her. She made no secret that we were to be held to strict standards of behavior, and that if we stepped out of line ,and chose to be disobedient *children* ; the results of such actions would be both painful and embarrassing for us - regardless of age! She made *no bones* about what type of *sanctions* we faced if we [chose to] misbehave(d) [putting the responsibility for what Will happen if, on us]and got quite graphic in her description of her methods of her dealing with us. I spank long and hard enough to assure that the offense won’t be committed any time in the near future, she warned, and always on a bare bottom, to see how well my efforts are *getting across*! Combine this with the use of certain *teaching aids*, like a hairbrush or belt, as well as my hand, and I think - well, you get the point! And just to put an end to any argument you’re thinking of giving me about being too *old or too big* for me to spank we [our ages ranged from my older sister, Lynn, nineteen, to me, the boy at sixteen, to my kid sister, Beth at thirteen] let me tell you here and now, I don’t care how old you are! Misbehave or disobey me and I will make you one sorry young lady or young man! We were dismissed after that and Lynn [whether by intent or by mistake] was overheard issuing the invective “Bitch”. She was promptly snatched by the hair and dragged into our stepmom’s bedroom and the door was slammed shut. There was angry screaming at first and then there was frantic begging and apologies. This was followed by more screaming, but of a different sort. Instead of anger it was pleas for *IT* to stop and more and more urgent promises “to be good”! The beating went on for over ten minutes, til there was only crying and sobbing heard. Our Sister emerged from the room, held firmly by our stepmother[who was still brandishing her hairbrush]. Sis holding her jeans and panties in a bundle into her chest, and was oblivious to anyone else in the room. She was led upstairs, crying bitterly, on the way to her bedroom, displaying “one red and blistered ass”. In her bedroom we heard the sounds of a spanking again. But this time it lasted [thankfully] only about twenty seconds, as our nineteen year old sister was ordered to bed for the night - it was two in the afternoon! We didn’t see her [sis] until she was ordered down for breakfast. Seeing her walking like an old lady and sitting down [as she was ordered], set the tone for all of our behavior for the next couple of months. Lynn, who usually ignored me, was more than *congenial* to me when I asked, how she was felling. She called me into her room and lifted the dress she was wearing. She didn’t have panties on [she said, even they hurt], and showed me the condition of her butt. How do think I feel - Butthead [returning to her familiar nature]! By the overall deep purple and black and blue look of your backside and thighs, I’d say Mom knows what she’s talking about, when it comes to spanking! And it will be a long time before you call her a ‘Bitch’ again. Y’think, she said, and ushered me out. -- source link
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