by LSF Publications
OMG, I am in such big trouble. I didn't mean to, but I saw something that I was never supposed to, and now that I have I can't possibly forget about it (although nothing in the world would make me happier right now). If there was some way that I could turn back time so that I never went down the hall to my parents' bedroom, or maybe I could bleach my brain so that it would wipe out that memory, I'd do it in a heartbeat.
And the worst part is that I'm not the only one who knows that I've seen what happens in their bedroom. She knows that I know, which is why I'm lying here awake in my bed, too nervous to go to sleep. I know that she's gonna come in here and make me pay for my accidental snooping around. I don't want to admit it, but my stepmom scares me when she's mad.
I know you're thinking 'Wow, what a wimp. A high school senior just admitted that he's afraid of a woman.' Well, this is no ordinary woman; this is my stepmother we're talking about and if you'd ever wound up on the business end of her hairbrush then you'd be getting nervous right about now as well.
I know she'll be taking her time about getting her payback. She'll wait until Dad is good and asleep so that she can toy with me like a cat with a mouse. She knows I'll be staring at the ceiling, waiting until she finally makes her appearance, dreading what's coming. So she'll prolong the misery as long as possible, although that will be nothing compared to the misery I'll feel once she gets here.
God, this is going to be embarrassing and painful. She never misses an opportunity to remind me she's the boss around here. Although I have to admit that what I just saw does finally explain why things are the way they are around here now.
I guess I should explain what I mean while I'm waiting...
I'm Danny, a twelfth grade high school senior. My parents hadn't been getting along for a while, so it was almost a relief when they finally got a divorce a few years ago. Rather than fighting things out in court, they let me and my sister decide who we wanted to live with. I decided to stick with Dad while my sister lives with Mom and her new husband. Knowing what I now know, my sister made the smart choice.
For a while everything was great with just the two of us. The whole house was a man-cave and we lived on pizza and take-out and watched what we wanted on TV. I could pretty much come and go when and where I wanted, and he wasn't worried about my grades (neither was I). It was the perfect life, but it didn't last.
I should have realized that he was starting to see someone on the sly when he started dressing nicer and 'working late' more often. At the time I was happy he was gone so much, because as a teenager I like my privacy. Instead I should have been tracking Dad down, trying to talk him out of his insanity. Life might have turned out differently if I'd noticed the warning signs. Instead, 'She' entered our lives...
She is Megan Hannigan (now Megan Sanders, my step-monster), and by the time I finally found out about her it was already too late. She'd latched her talons into Dad and wasn't letting go. I should have been paying better attention, because at first all I could see was her huge rack and nice ass. She's younger than Dad but not so much that it felt like he was robbing the cradle with her.
I remember wondering why such a hot woman would be interested in my dad. What I didn't pick up on until much later was the way her icy blue eyes looked at us both like she was a shark and we were chum that blundered into her path.
But Dad seemed happy so I went along with it. I finally noticed how he always seemed to do whatever she wanted. She'd get all pissy when they wanted to do different things, then he'd just give in and let her have her way. I remember thinking that Dad must be really whipped to always let Megan win; I just had no idea how accurate I really was.
And boy was she opinionated too. She had no trouble sharing her opinion, whether you wanted to hear it or not. If you believed her she was an expert on everything and was always telling Dad what he should do. And the worst part is that Dad fell for it hook, line and sinker. We got along fine with just the two of us doing our thing. Then he started drinking her Kool-Aid and everything changed.
I had to start reporting where I was going and what time I'd be back, just because she said that I should. Suddenly I had a curfew. Then Dad is telling me that my grades needed to improve and I was spending too much time on-line (one guess where those ideas came from). Plus She doesn't like my attitude.
I didn't like how she seemed to be taking over our lives, but Dad always took her side. I was stuck because Mom had just remarried to a guy with kids of his own and there was no space for me in their new home. So I just had to make the best of it.
And then came the night that she showed who was really in charge around here. They were engaged by that point and she was shacking up here every night, so she was acting like she was already my new mother. She was giving me some crap about somehow I wasn't living up to her expectations and she'd finally had enough.
I told her to fuck off, that she wasn't my mom and never would be, so I didn't give a crap what she had to say because I wasn't going to listen to her. And I said it in a really shitty voice just to hurt her.
But it turned out that she wasn't the one who got hurt. She got pissed instead. She pointed a finger at Dad and said, "I told you what he needs and now he's gonna get it." And then she stomped out of the room. I thought I'd won until she came right back waiving the biggest hairbrush I've ever seen.
She marched right up to me and grabbed me by my right ear. I was yelling at her to let go but she had a grip like a pair of pliers. So when she started walking towards the couch I had to follow her.
She never let go but started bitching at me about how rude and undisciplined I was. She said that she'd told Dad that he needed to straighten my attitude out, but since he didn't seem to be up to the job then she was now taking matters into her own hands.
Then she said the words that still give me a chill every time: "Pull down your pants for your spanking!"
What? She was crazy, there was no way in hell that Dad was ever gonna go along with that would he? My sister and I got popped a few times when we were little, but that had been years ago so why would he let her spank me now?
But she sounded pretty confident that Dad wasn't going to object. She finally let go of my ear and we both looked to him for confirmation and that's when Judas betrayed me:
"Neal, I'm afraid she's right. Your behavior just keeps getting worse, so do what Megan tells you to do."
No way. "What if I don't?"
"Then you can hand over your car keys and plan to ride the bus to school for the next two weeks."
Oh hell no! No one ever goes back to riding the school bus after they're able to drive. Plus I'd have to bum a ride to the football game and the party after it on Friday.
"But you won't need the keys anyway because you're also grounded until then," said Dad.
"You can't be serious!" I gasped.
But Dad looked at the harpy for confirmation before telling me that those were my only options: either accept a spanking from the evil presence in our life or kiss my social life goodbye for two weeks. I asked why it had to be her doing it; if Dad was so offended why didn't he spank me? I'm his kid, not hers.
But he said that she'd been the one that I'd been rude to so it was only fair that she handled the job. I pretended to weigh my options but I knew that I was screwed. I didn't want to be without wheels and get stuck at home with the love birds. Besides, how bad could it be? I told them that I'd take the spanking (which, with hindsight is one of the worst mistakes I've made).
"Alright, Mr. Teen Attitude, take off your jeans and underwear and then get across my lap."
Wait a minute. No one had mentioned anything about a bare butt. I don't know why I bothered looking to Dad for support, because he just shrugged his shoulders like it wasn't his problem. Gee, thanks a lot. So, this is going to suck but it would be over soon and then I'd just have to be more careful around the stepmonster from now on. Besides, it couldn't hurt that much...
It was bad enough having to pull down everything in front of Dad, but knowing that she was watching made me shrivel (if you know what I mean). I was almost happy to get across her lap so that she was only looking at my ass.
Then she started shifting me around to get me the way she wanted. She was stronger than I realized; she picked me up by my hips and moved me forward so my butt was poking way up. Then she started her intimidation process that she still uses to make me cringe.
She ran her fingernails across my butt cheeks, giving me goosebumps. She told me that I had a white bottom right now, but that I was a rude, disrespectful little boy and did I know what happened to boys like me?
I decided to avoid creating more trouble for myself, so I just answered "No."
"I am going to spank your bottom until it is glowing like the sun and then I'm going to spank it some more. I'm going to spank you until you run out of tears to cry and then I'm going to spank you harder. You're going to lose count of how many times you beg for mercy and then I'm really going to make your bottom burn. You will think twice before you ever act out like this again, because you'll remember how you screamed while my hairbrush tattooed you and you bawled like a baby. That is what happens to rude little boys like you. Are we clear?"
Suddenly I wasn't so cocky; it sounded like she really meant business. Maybe it wouldn't be too humiliating to ride the bus again... and that was when I let out my first yelp of pain and my old way of life disappeared forever.
And the worst thing about the next 10 minutes or so is that she lived up to every promise that she'd made. She pushed down between my shoulder blades and tied up my legs with hers to keep me from escaping. Once she got started she never slowed down one bit, it seemed like that brush was hitting everywhere at once. I gave up any pretense that it didn't hurt.
She blistered me all over my butt, time and time again. I started hollering about how much it hurt and how I was sorry and I'd learned my lesson. As promised, she just started whacking even harder and I broke down into tears. She had me weeping but that just motivated her to crank things up more.
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