F/M Spanking, no sex
Ashely was a wonderful step mom, but she could be a real bitch sometimes. It didn’t help that only 4 years after she married my Dad, he left her for another woman. That left the two of us alone together for the remainder of my time in the house that I grew up in. She was under a lot of stress to say the least, and I made it much worse by drinking, partying and getting into trouble quite often.
I didn’t move out until I was 21, so I spent three and half years living under her roof as an a young adult. The year I turned 19 was the worst. We fought constantly. She tried to ground me for the trouble I got into, but I found ways to sneak out. She must have been at her wits end trying to find a way to get me to become a responsible man. Well, she did eventually find a way. But it was rather unorthodox, and a more than a little embarrassing if I’m honest.
It started when I was grounded for neglecting my chores. I thought it was pretty stupid for me to have chores in the house as a grown man, but looking back now I can see how selfish that was of me. She was a single parent, providing for the both of us. The least I could do was keep the house clean after I got home from class. After being grounded for three days I snuck out to buy some pot (something Ashely was very much against me doing). I thought she was already asleep, but she must have known I was up to something.
I was gone for about two hours. I wanted to make sure I could sneak back in without her noticing I was gone, but I there was a really cute girl I liked at my friends house so I got a little distracted. When I got out of my car and walked toward the house there was ashely sitting on the porch. I can still remember it like it was yesterday. She was wearing blue jeans, and a white plain white T-shirt. Her brown wavy hair came down to her shoulders. Sometimes she seemed too pretty to be my step-mom. It was distracting if I’m honest, and maybe that’s part of why I never took her seriously as an authority figure. But that was all about to change.
Thankfully I had already stuffed the weed into my pocket, but there was obviously no hiding the fact that I had snuck out. As I approached her, I was surprised to find her unusually calm. She furrowed her brow and looked at me inquisitively.
“It’s 12am young man…what are you doing here at my house?” she said sounding calm, yet puzzled.
I was immediately confused. “Wait, what? I’m sorry, I had to get something out of my car real quick and I thought I would just take a short drive to clear my head,” I replied. It was a plausible lie. Maybe it would get me into less trouble, I thought.
“That’s not what I asked you,” she said, smiling slightly and shaking her head. “I asked you why you’re here at my house. Because you sure as hell don’t live here.”
I went silent for a moment and gave her a puzzled look. “Ummm, what do you mean?” I finally asked.
She smiled a little bigger before she spoke. “Since you don’t obey the rules of this house, then you don’t get to live in it sweetheart. You’re a grown-ass man, and if you won’t do chores, or accept discipline, then it’s time for you to be on your own. So get back in your car, and go find somewhere to sleep for the night. You can come back tomorrow and pick your things up off the front porch.”
She had to be bluffing, I thought. I laughed, albeit somewhat nervously, and walked past her to the front door. “Look Ashely, I’m sorry I left, I won’t do it again I promise. Just go back to bed, and we can talk about it in the morning. You can ground me for another week if you really feel the need to.”
I put my key in the door. It fit a little differently, and it wouldn’t turn. I tried a second time. Ashely started laughing.
“I had a locksmith come while you pulled your little escape stunt. I had him come as soon as I overheard you talking with your friend about buying weed.”
“Ahh shit!” I said under my breath, still facing the door.
Ashely and I had been in a battle of wills for a long time, and now I had to admit defeat. I didn’t even have a full-time job. I turned around and faced her. My shoulders were slumped, and I must have looked as desperate as I felt because my step-mom softened as she looked at me. Her smile faded, and her eyes were moist.
“I didn’t want it to come to this, but I’m not gonna let you walk all over me and disobey my authority, and ruin your own life at the same time,” she said firmly. She reached into her front pocket and produced a bronze colored key. “You want a key? Then you’re gonna need to do what I say. And you’re not getting it until I’m confident that you’re going to obey me.”
I took a deep breath, and relented. “Ok,” I said as I looked at the ground. “I’ll do whatever you say.”
“That’s a start. Now give me the drugs.”
I reached into my pocket, and pulled out the ziplock bag of weed. I handed it over.
She took it and began shaking her head at me. “You should be ashamed of yourself Cameron, sneaking out to buy drugs. If you had gotten pulled over you’d be in jail right now, you realize that?” she asked, beginning to raise her voice.
I didn’t respond. I looked off to the side, preparing myself for the rest of the coming lecture.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you young man,” she said sternly, almost yelling. I obeyed and her dark brown eyes met mine. She had a look of determination that I hadn’t seen before.
She held the bag in her right hand and gestured with it as she scolded. “Is this shit here really worth going to jail? Is it really worth destroying our relationship over?” she shouted. “What the hell were you thinking!”
“No, I’m sorry,” I replied meekly.
“Good,” she said, lowering her voice. “But sorry is not gonna be enough this time.” She walked past me and up to the door, pulling her keys out from her pocket. She began to unlock the deadbolt, and as she did she said the words that sent chills down my spine.
“You’re gonna go inside and march yourself straight up to my bedroom. When you get there I want you to drop your pants, bare your butt, and bend over the side of the bed. You stay like that until I get in there, and once I do…you’re in for the spanking of a lifetime young man. I sure hope your little excursion was worth it.”
I froze, almost unable to process the words I had just heard.
She opened the door, and pointed toward the stairs.
“GO!” she shouted angrily.
I was startled out of my disbelief, and I instantly obeyed. Bewildered, I made my way up the stairs. I tried to stay calm, but I could feel my hands becoming clammy against the rail. I was about to be spanked for the first time in almost a decade.
I told myself I would do what she said, but there had to be a way to talk my way out of this. She couldn’t really be serious about giving me a spanking.
I would be proven wrong.
To be continued…