annoyingwizard: stepmoms-punish:When you take on the responsibilities of being a new stepmother to
annoyingwizard: stepmoms-punish: When you take on the responsibilities of being a new stepmother to a teenage boy, it is essential that your new husband remain completely out of the picture when it comes to disciplinary matters involving his son. His role should be limited to reporting misbehavior to you. You, and you alone, must make all decisions concerning your stepson’s discipline. If the boy misbehaves when you are not present, your husband should tell the youngster that he is going to report the offense to you for you to decide whether and how he should be punished. “Just wait until your mother gets home!” is the appropriate thing for the boy’s father to say to the misbehaving boy. If circumstances permit, he can have the boy go to his room while he calls you and reports the misbehavior to you. That allows you to decide whether you want the youngster to wait for you to arrive home with his nose pressed into the corner of a room. Under no circumstances should you tolerate your stepson attempting to undermine your authority by going to his father and asking him to intervene in the disciplinary regimen you implement. That sort of disrespect for your authority must always be dealt with swiftly and severely. That is how it pretty much was in our home. Our father, [well respected] but a *softy* when it came to discipline. Our stepmother knew this about him, and even before they were married, informed us; that “thing would change around here”, when she became our mother. Oh, and how right she was. She was a tall, [as tall as our father in stocking feet and when she wore heels, she towered over him] strong, well proportioned athlete [she was a local golf and tennis champion], who had definite *views* on how children should behave and what Should happen if they didn’t! And by having *definite views*, I mean she was strict, Very Strict! While dating our father, she didn’t hesitate to reprimand us [especially since father remained silent]. We even got a *preview* of how things were going to be when our older sister was told she had to change her plans to be with family. Our sister made it clear she didn’t want to be there and did her best to show it. Sandra [our future stepmother] waited until we all went home that evening to show everyone she was not going to put up with that kind of display of *bad manners*. Lynn, our older sister was ordered to bed and told she was not going to be allowed out for the next weekend. Lynn, of course objected [most vociferously] and said from really nasty things to Sandra. Sandra turned to dad and asked, if he was going to anything about it?!! Dad looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Then I have your permission”? Dad shook his head, yes. In a flash Lynn was snatched by the arm spun around and had about four hard smacks applied to seat of her slacks and taken up stairs. She began to cry immediately. We all stood there in awe of what just transpired. We heard yelling, orders crying and a lot more more smacks. Lynn was being dragged to the bathroom and we distinctly heard the command to bite and chew; followed by some more smacks and Lynn begging. We heard the sound of our sister throwing up. The next thing we saw was Sandra dragging Lynn back downstairs sobbing and she didn’t have her pants on. Her skimpy panties didn’t cover her red cheeks and her face looked like wet rubber. She was told to apologize to the family for the way she behaved tonight and to say good night. She was again escorted upstairs, where we heard a few more resounding spanks. Lynn was indeed grounded for the next weekend, and like the rest of us, was very *careful* around Sandra. We stayed clear of her and did as we were asked until they returned from their honeymoon. Then it was my turn to be *an example* I was told to be home at an exact time and got involved with friends and missed the appointed time by hours. I compounded this by opening up a my fifteen year old wise-ass mouth. Everything happened so quickly. My pants were pulled down, my shorts were lowered, and I was *secured* [held firmly in place] across her knee! All my protests were ignored and all it did was draw a crowd of onlookers. My younger sister was ordered to get the big hairbrush from the vanity in Sandra and dads bed room. While she was waiting for the hairbrush, My stepmother lectured all of on what she expected from us, still holding me in a vise grip and occasionally smacking my bare bottom for emphasis. I was so humiliated. Humiliation past quickly, when the hairbrush arrived. It was like a blowtorch was applied to my bottom. And I was stoic hero. She was lecturing me, but I heard nothing. I couldn’t hear nor focus, due to the Pain! Before she finished, I was a total wreck! When she did eventually stop, She still held me there and started asking questions. I made Sure she heard exactly what she wanted. I promised I would never, ever do anything that would *earn me* another spanking [something she assured me (and the rest of family) would most definitely happen, if we continued not obeying her]. Unfortunately for me, try as I may, I was unable to live up to my promises. And this was far from the last time *I served as an example*. -- source link