by LSF Publications
by Angie Johnson
I had gotten home from college, and Mom and her new husband, my stepdad, wasted no time in kicking my butt out of bed my very first morning, taking me to a family party at the beach. Geez, didn't they know a girl needed her sleep after all the last minute parties before school ended?
My real dad had died when I was little, and it was only this last year that Mom had married this guy she met while I was away at school. I made it home for the wedding, and had seen them on a couple of holidays, and even though he wasn't one of those guys that said 'Call me Daddy', like some of my friends' steps did, and even though he was pretty cool in most ways, I still went out of my way to refer to him as my stepdad whenever he was mentioned.
Also, it appeared that he had really taken over as the head of the house. It wasn't so much that he made any new rules for me, but he sure enforced the ones Mom made. Now, that was maybe okay when I was still 18, but I had turned 19 when I was away, and I needed my own space.
Mom sure seemed happy though. Anyway, we were at the beach, and I was maybe a little bit sulky, and then Mom got on my case for that, and then she got on my case even more when I took off my sarong wrap and she got a load of my bikini bottoms.
I mean, they weren't that bad. Not like a real thong or g-string or anything. They were what they call a Brazillian or Rio style, so they did leave a bit of cheek hanging out… but the boys at school had all liked it.
So I told her, "Oh, Mom, lighten up, why don't you! It's 2002, not the 1950s when you went to school."
Well, I thought it was funny. My mom just got mad and huffed, and my stepdad got real serious looking. If I had been in high school still, Mom might have given me a spanking, but I was too old for that now.
So I went swimming, and met some boys, and flirted and played around. I could see Mom and her husband talking on the beach, so it wasn't like I needed to be up there. They went for a walk, so I went up to the cooler, and got myself one of his beers that I had seen in there, and then got out my towel, finished off the beer, and lay down to work on my tan. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew they were there, and Mom was really mad, asking what I thought I was doing - blah blah blah - all the usual Mom noise.
I asked her what the hell did it look like I was doing? I was enjoying a beer and catching some rays! And just that fast, my stepdad had my wrist and I was on my feet and being pulled over to the picnic bench where they had set their stuff up.
I was yelling at him of course, and telling him what he could do to himself, and that he couldn't do this to me, but it didn't make any difference. All he said was that he had warned me before about how I treated my mother.
And then he sat down, and pulled me over his lap! I knew this position, and I struggled and fought and cursed him out good! I told him he didn't have any right, and that even Mom didn't spank me any more - figured I might as well use as many arguments as possible - and then Mom said she thought it was just what I needed!
He started spanking me with his hand, and did it ever hurt! He was a lot stronger than Mom was, and I wasn't able to squirm away like I did from her the last time she tried to spank me. He just kept me right there, my butt in the air! Then when I was starting to cry from the humiliation and everything, Mom actually told him to stop.
I lay there, but all she did was take off one of her slippers and hand it to him! He smiled at her and all he said was, "Yes, they do work well, don't they?" and she got all red, and then he started slippering my butt!
I wasn't happy any more about having that much of my fanny showing, as he spanked the part that was hanging out just as much as he spanked the rest, and it hurt way more on the bare, let me tell you!
And I did tell them. I cried, I fussed, I bawled and I pleaded, but it didn't help. Mom said I should get it on the bare like I used to, and I really started crying then; but my stepdad said no, not outside like this, not this time, and then he said that this would work just as well, and he pulled up my suit way up between my cheeks, and then he really blistered my butt.
Oh, and yeah, I must not have been sleeping that long, cause even though the exposed skin was more or less dry, my bottoms were still wet, and so was all the skin under them! And wet spanked bottoms hurt way more than dry spanked bottoms.
Anyways, Daddy kept spanking and spanking and spanking me, and there was quite a crowd gathered around, and I got no sympathy or help, and then Daddy started asking me all sorts of questions and I knew what he wanted to hear.
Sooo, I promised him that I would be more respectful to Mom and him, that I would listen, that I wouldn't drink, that I would dress more modestly. Well, I promised all sorts of things. Daddy finally told me that was enough, and he let me stand up, and I started dancing and rubbing, and I wanted to pull my bottoms down and I didn't want to, if you know what I mean.
Then he gave me a big hug, and told me to be a good girl like he knew I was, and that he loved Mom and me, and I told him I was sorry, and then I ran for the water. I think it's going to be different having a daddy around...
Things had changed a lot around the house since that first spanking of mine from my stepdad.
During the next several weeks, I was to get several spankings, each as bad as the first. That first night, when I replayed the day's events in my mind, like, over and over and over, I would blush and get all warm inside - no, not that way you pervs! - when I remembered having called him Daddy! Now where had that come from?
I was also a little embarrassed, now that the moment had passed, but...
The next morning, Mom and my stepdad came down stairs together. He was in his jeans and a shirt; she was still in her sleep shirt, but they were holding hands and smiling. She looked so happy. I got all flustered all of a sudden, worried about getting teased or something. But nothing was said about the little beach incident.
Mom just came over and kissed my head in passing and said, "Morning, baby," and my stepdad just said, "Morning, hon," and I got that warm feeling all over again. I mumbled a, "Hi," and then got real interested in eating. But they couldn't have cared less about me, and I don't mean that in a mean way, but you know, like they were all kissy and lovey dovey - that sort of thing.
So even though I was all happy for Mom, I still got embarrassed. I mean, it was my parents, after all, and who wants to see that!?
So I left them alone, and as I was out the door I heard a 'Spank!' and a squeal and I blushed even more! I hung out with some friends I hadn't seen since I had been away, for the better part of the day, and I made it home for dinner. I was helping out with the cleanup (see, I'm not that spoiled!) when Mom asked me what my plans were for the night.
I told her I was supposed to meet some of my girlfriends in a little while, and we were just going to go cruise the island and hang out. Mom was less than thrilled. See, besides me being under age as far as legal clubs and drinking went, there are a lot of illegal drug use here on island. A lot.
Sooo, like when I was in High School, I got the, "Who ya gonna be with? Where ya gonna be? What time ya gonna be back?" speech.
And even though I didn't want to act this way, I kinda responded like I had back in High School when Mom said this kind of stuff. So she got the, "With people." "Out." and "When I get home," answers.
That didn't really go over well, and her voice started to rise when my stepdad came back in, and very calmly, asked what was up.
Mom started to say, "Nothing," and he just looked at her and asked again, and she looked at the floor and mumbled, "Nothing," but then she told him.
He nodded, and then very politely asked me if I minded if he talked to my mom for a minute, alone. I didn't, but I didn't understand why Mom had her hand back to cover her butt like I used to when I was in trouble.
I left them there - easier for one person to leave, ya know - but I could hear voices coming from the kitchen. Nothing loud, you know, just snatches of conversation.
My stepdad said, "You remember me telling you she wasn't a little girl any more, and things would have to change when ..."
"Yes, I know, but..." said Mom.
"Okay, it's settled then."
And then he called me back in. Mom wasn't looking flushed any more, and I was glad that she was calmer. I mean this was only my second night home. I didn't want a fight.
My stepdad started things out. "Angie, hon, your mom and I have been talking. We both know you aren't a kid any more ..."
All right Dad! Er, I mean, Stepdad. Actually, I didn't know what I meant or felt right then. I think I missed part of what he was saying.
"... so we want to discuss some changes in the house rules for you. And don't give us that look, young lady. You may not be in High School any more, but you are still only 19, still living at home, and still too young to go out and drink. If you want to be treated like an adult, then act like one, and listen without pouting."
The matter of fact assessment of my behavior kinda took the wind out of my sails, so I stopped the pout that had just kinda automatically come, and simply said, "Yes sir."
Mom smiled at that. Hey, I had been around daddies before, even if I hadn't had one, and besides, he was ex-military, and was just one of those guys you said 'sir' to, without being a smartass.
"Your mom said you had a curfew last year of midnight on Friday and Saturday nights. Well, that has changed. The new time is 1am. And it isn't a curfew. If you aren't going to be home by then, we do expect a call from you to let us know exactly where you are, who you are with, and what time you think you'll be getting home. Got it?"
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