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Stepmoms from Spankingwomen

"Is there any way we can not tell my dad about this?"

On Christmas Eve, Andrea cuts a deal with her new stepmother, a woman she barely knows when you get right down to it, in order to keep her father in the dark when it comes to a few winter break transgressions. The only thing Andrea didn't realize was that her stepmother, who was only 13 years older than her, was a firm believer in old school discipline. 

When she agreed to take a spanking in exchange for secrecy, Andrea didn't realize she was going to be put over the knee to take a panties down, bare ass beating with a big nasty brush. By the time her eyes were blurry with tears, staring directly into the lights on the Christmas tree as she got her bottom blistered, she had already realized that maybe the smarter play would have been trying to charm her way out of punishment with her daddy.

(this should have happened to me fairly regularly, but it didn't)

It turned out, that despite her youthful appearance, Mary's new stepmother was rather old school when it came to matters of discipline. She knew how to handle a brat efficiently and effectively - even a brat well into her college years. Over the knee, skirt up and panties down - there was nothing Mary could say to talk her way out of it. 

And it was as if her new stepmother was making up for lost time, for all those years that Mary had gone unspanked. When she took Mary across her knees, the spanking would seem to last forever, until Mary's poor bottom was red and swollen and her throat was sore from hollering.

It's an embarrassing routine but one that Trisha knows well.

Before being taken across her mother's lap and spanked, she is required to stand naked in the corner and think about the reasons she is not being permitted to wear clothes, about why she is going to be getting a spanking, how her bottom will be burning before too long and what exactly she needs to change in her behavior to avoid a scene like this playing out again in the future. Trisha knows she will be asked about these things both while getting her butt blistered and then in the immediate aftermath as well, so she knows that she had better have some good answers.

And then, the spanking itself.

Two sessions. First, her mother's hand, which is plenty bad enough. But then a humiliating naked trek down the hall and into her mother's bedroom, crying and bottom very much reddened already, to retrieve the hairbrush and bring it back to the living room. Then back over the knee for the finale which will leave Trisha squealing as her mother spanks some much needed sense into her with that evil brush. Face covered in snot and tears, Trisha will be stood back up (not allowed to rub her bottom at all) and the lecture will continue.

Finally, it's back to the corner, still naked, while she tries to catch her breath and stop boohooing. Now, her little backside is fire engine red. Shamefully, she's very damp between her legs - something that happens whenever she gets a damn good spanking. She can't help but think about how she'll masturbate for hours later before falling asleep. Her nipples are hard and ache. But the lesson is learned. If she can be a good girl in the corner, she will be allowed to get dressed and go upstairs before her father or brother get home.

She's going to spank that defiance right out of her spoiled step-daughter. All toughness will soon melt away and the tears will come. It's quite humbling to be crying like a baby with your jeans and panties around your knees and your bum rapidly turning bright red. A good spanking can really take a brat down a peg or two!

***

If Candy's monster of a stepdaughter refused to listen to reason and continued down this path, then you can be damn sure Candy was going to do something about it.

Candy may have only been 14 years older than the bitch, but she knew in her heart she could teach her lesson. The little brat had never been spanked in her entire life and she also didn't have the guts to fight back. Even if she did, Candy could overpower her easily. She was 100% confident about that!

There was no faster path to a real and meaningful attitude adjustment than the path of a crimson behind and that was exactly the path Candy intended to take her stepdaughter down. She intended to take her over her knee, pull down her panties and give her the spanking of all spankings. Things were going to change. There was a new law of the land. 

And after she blistered that nightmare's bare bottom, Candy intended to go to the store and find a suitable hairbrush - just like the one Candy's mother had used on Candy's behind years ago - and then she was going to put that hairbrush to good use going forward. The little brat may never love her, but she was damn sure going to respect her.

(okay, I wasn't a full-blown 'monster' or 'nightmare' but I'm sure she wanted to spank me plenty hard more than a few times!)

There were plenty of lessons learned with her butt bare and her panties down around her knees. Sometimes the cane, sometimes the strap - her mother was a resourceful woman who could punish a naughty bottom with the best of them. A countless number of their "little chats" ended in tears.

Mary's new stepmother has her own ideas about how to deal with errant young ladies, no matter how old they are or how mature they think they might be. It seems like Mary is in for a rather rude awakening.

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Jenny was always punished in the living room.  This sometimes proved to be awkward as there were times when her stepmother sent her to her room to wait for a spanking.  Then, when her stepmother decided she was ready, Jenny would have to come back downstairs where a chair would then be waiting in the center of the room.  It was always the same: over-the-knee, panties down and one very sorry girl.  The awkward (and most humiliating) part was the walk of shame back upstairs.  Jenny would be trying not trip over her underwear, shuffling and still crying hard as she marched her fire engine red ass to bed. 

Her stepmother was a cold, calm and firm disciplinarian. She was strict and knew how to spank.  Jenny begged her father for reprieve, claiming she was far too old to be spanked, but he just shrugged. "If you don't want to be punished, then you need to learn how to behave," he would tell her and the matter would close.

The spankings themselves were long and painful.  Both of Jenny's cheeks would be sore and swollen for days making sitting uncomfortable.  But it wasn't just her ass that her stepmother would target. Oh, no. Jenny's stepmother spanked the backs of her thighs too. Hard smacks over and over causing Jenny to shriek and kick.  Jenny would be left raw from the top of her bottom nearly to her knees.  The rest of the girls on the swim team always knew when Jenny had earned herself another spanking.

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It’s giving prof Steve over his desk before the rest of the class arrive 😭

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From Spankingwomen - Into My Twenties

JUST BEGGING FOR IT

Sometimes a naughty girl is just begging to be spanked. Bad attitude. Smart mouth. All-around bratty behavior. Just because she is well past the age when she should be acting like an adult, doesn't mean that Mom won't occasionally have to blister that butt. Mom was brought up in a spanking household, as was her mother before her. In the family, a bad girl will be spanked until the day they move out. End of story.

And so, yes, the world can change dramatically for a daughter still living at home when she finds herself face-to-face with the carpet in her bedroom. It's a wake-up call, a reality check. It is a reminder as to who is in charge. You are not too old to be spanked, not in this house, young lady.

She wanted to take her spanking in silence, not give her mother the satisfaction of a reaction, but all dreams of quiet dignity evaporate rather quickly. She surprises even herself with how loud and hard she sobs. It just hurts so damn much! Her bottom and thighs livid and sore and on fire with every well-placed smack. Mom doesn't mess around. This spanking is a message and Mom wants that message received loud and clear.

(When I need it, I get it - thank God!)

Ouch!

Nicole looked back at her blazing bottom in astonishment. Mom had really done a number on her. Her cheeks were big, agonizing ovals of crimson. Had she ever been spanked like this before? Had Mom learned something new in the years since the last time she had gone over her knee? It seemed without question to have been the most thorough spanking she had ever been given and it came at age twenty-two.

What a dubious honor. Humiliating. 

Nicole was sure that her older sister Kayla and all of Kayla’s other maids of honor really enjoyed overhearing her get her butt beat. She had not cried - so there was some consolation - but her ass was so raw that she had desperately begged for her mother to stop by the end. Another twenty seconds or so and the tears would have started flowing. It was altogether an embarrassing afternoon and it would be difficult to forget. But what did she expect? She had been warned several times to stop acting like such a brat. She had been ruining her sister’s bachelorette weekend.

But a spanking!?

Dragged from the dining room and into the guest bedroom, Nicole was over her mother’s lap before she even knew what was happening. It all went by so fast. It had been surreal. And then she was bare - just like old times, she now thought grimly - and her mother already had her trusty hairbrush in hand somehow.

Nicole gingerly touched her freshly spanked buttocks, savoring the heat and the sting. Her butt was so warm and it seemed to be spreading too, deep into her crack and traveling up front as well. She was still angry and mortified, but she was horny as hell too. Maybe having her boyfriend spank her so often had led her down this path or maybe she had been on it all along. Either way, her pussy was very wet and hungry for touch. 

Nicole stood in the guest room, shorts and panties still at her ankles, ass still very red and very sore, not sure what to do. How could she show her face for the rest of the weekend? Could she sneak off an masturbate? There was a certain thrill in her predicament but at the same time, she was frozen with indecision.

Angel knew better than to argue or resist. When her Mama decided it was time for her to get her butt beat, then it was time for her to get her butt beat. End of story. Angel lived at home and so she had to play by her Mama's rules.

Mama was old school, barely spoke any English and never took any shit from anyone. She was firm but fair. She was also a hardworking single mother who strongly believed in spankings. All of her kids were raised with them, but Angel was the only one still living at home. Angel being 24-years-old did not make even the slightest difference. Break the rules and you get your butt spanked.

Angel would have to get into position over her Mama's lap, butt completely bared and pointing upward, as if eagerly anticipating the smacks. She would have to keep her head down, as well as her hands and feet on the floor too. Reaching back or lifting her legs resulted in much, much longer spankings. Using only her hand, Mama spanked really, really hard. The spanks would echo all throughout the house. Before the spankings ended, Angel's ass would be dark red, swollen and a little bruised. She always cried and then would have trouble sitting comfortably for days afterward. But even Angel had to admit that they made a big difference. Her behavior and attitude would always improve dramatically following a trip over Mama's knee.

"It's time for a trip to the basement, young lady."

And that was that. Nothing else needed to be said. The paddle was coming out of the drawer and then there was going to be a shameful trek down to the basement after supper. And then it was just a matter of going over the knee, a dress being raised and panties being lowered.

And then a very sorry young lady would return the paddle to the drawer on her way to an early bedtime.

"No, no, no, no, mommy, please!"

The pleas get more and more childish as the desperation grows. The confident young woman of only moments ago has vanished, replaced by a naughty girl in the process of getting her bare bottom warmed. Her mother's mind is made up - her house, her rules - and she's decided a good spanking is exactly what her rude, spoiled and terminally lazy daughter needs most.

(needing it doesn't (always) keep me from begging!)

Getting a spanking from your mother at 30-years-old seems like a joke.

It seems like a joke right up until the moment you're over her knees - just like when you were a teenager - bare-assed and begging for forgiveness. When her hairbrush lands on your sore, exposed skin again and again, your dignity disappears. You're going to be bruised from the top of your crack all the way to your knees. Nothing much has changed since your last spanking in that regard - Mom still does not mess around. It's a very humbling experience.

Defiant until the end and clearly very embarrassed to still need spankings at her age. She's going to have to be careful - her attitude might earn her an encore performance. It certainly wouldn't be the first time she's gotten her butt whupped twice in one night.

Dinner was late because someone couldn't get off of her phone. Let's just say she was given a bare-bottomed reminder of what time the meal should be ready.

Her mouth had a way of prolonging the punishment. 

A simple spanking just never seemed to be enough. Even standing in the corner, with her jeans and panties already around her knees and her arms folded behind her back, she would inevitably say something to reignite her momma’s rage. Her sore, pinkish bottom would once again become the target and her momma would whale away with wild, burning smacks until she tired herself out. Both of them would feel the aftereffects for days, sore all over, throats raw from the screaming and the crying.

She was a hardheaded girl though and these spankings, as shameful as they were, continued long past a point when any of her friends or siblings were still subject to corporal punishment. All through college and even up to her mid-twenties, until she finally moved away from her momma’s house for good. She never seemed particularly bitter about it though and later in life, she even remarked on occasion that she missed a firm hand in her life and appreciated a good butt whoopin’.

MOM'S HAD ENOUGH

Suddenly and without warning, Shelia's arm swept out, taking her daughter completely by surprise. In one fluid motion, she sat back into the chair and bent the girl face-down across her knees. Sheila pushed up her daughter's skirt and rolled down her yellow panties, exposing the bare flesh, where a bikini-bottom tan line left a wide and rather white v-shaped target.

It had been some time since Janie had been in this position, but she did not put up much of a fight. Her tantrum had seemingly drained all of the energy right out of her. It was as if somewhere in the back of her mind she had known that this was where it had all been heading. Janie put her palms on the floor as blood rushed to her head and bent her legs at the knees, just as she had done years before as a naughty child. But at twenty years of age, she was no longer a school girl and the humiliation of this punishment already burned hot behind her eyes, causing bitter tears to spill before the spanking even began.

Sheila, trembling with rage, slapped and slapped, over and over and over, as hard as she could. The room rang out with the sound of skin smacking against skin with Janie's pitiful whimpering audible underneath. Sheila spanked until her palm was numb and she was out of breath, dizzy and somewhat exhilarated. She rolled Janie off of her lap and onto the floor. "Let that be a lesson to you," she exclaimed. "You're never too old for that, not as far as I'm concerned! I was older than you are now the last time my father took me across his knee and I learned to shape up real fast!"

Janie, sobbing now, rubbed her smarting bum, too stunned to reply. Even if she had somehow found the words, it was unlikely that her voice would have been steady enough to use them. She could do little else besides look up at her mother, who was now standing and smoothing out her skirt, breathing heavy, her eyes wide and sparkling. 

"Don't test me, darling," Sheila said as she left the room, "or next time it'll be the hairbrush."

She was spanked until her butt looked like a ripe tomato. Her dignity was long gone and she wept bitterly, kicking her legs and squirming until she was allowed to stand. With her panties still pulled down below her stinging bottom, she was led into the corner of the room. She was furious, but in the end, found that most of the anger left inside of her was aimed at herself. She had been a fool and paid the price for it.

When left her alone to think about her behavior, she reached back and rubbed her backside, gasping at the heat. She buried her face deeper into that corner and fresh tears came. Instinctively and, she hated to admit it to herself, from past experiences, she knew that she would be sleeping on her stomach for the next few nights. 

Out all night partying after the concert, she didn't get home until the sun was already up. She smelled of cigarettes, whisky and God knows what else. But she soon found out the price she was going to have to pay if she wanted to keep on living at home...

Mom hadn't forgotten how to wield that wicked brush. If anything she seemed to have gotten better at it. It was a spanking to remember, a ragged voice begging for it to end, waking up the whole damn neighborhood.

A red-bottomed, blubbering mess, complete with tears and snot dripping from her face, left in total disgrace after being given a long overdue and damn good spanking.

Momma came to Franny's bedroom right before lights out and she brought along the strap. There was some business to attend to and Momma knew it just couldn't wait until morning.

Franny's blue eyes grew large when she saw that evil piece of leather in her mother's hand. Her lip trembled.

"P-P-Please don't whoop me, Momma," Franny pleaded, her voice trembling. "I'm too old to be s-spanked."

"Young lady, you are lucky you're just getting one spanking and we're doing it up here in the privacy of your bedroom. Now stand up and bend over the desk with your shorts down or I will call your father up here to assist me."

"Y-Yes, ma'am."

Franny did as she was told, sliding her pajama shorts down just far enough to expose her little white bum. Momma always spanked on the bare. It had been a long time since her last whoopin - Franny had been a teenager then - but she knew the drill. She knew it would hurt and she knew she would cry. She also knew that her backside would be a searing red by the time Momma finished up. It seemed an undignified punishment - Franny was a woman grown after all - but what choice did she have? While living under her mother's roof, she had to obey her mother's rules... and accept her mother's justice.

While she blubbers away, bottom burning and still quite bare with her skirt flipped, the embarrassing lecture continues. She had failed quite miserably at taking her punishment quietly, so by this point everyone in the house is aware of the situation: Christine got a spanking. No one could argue that it wasn't deserved, but that didn't make it any less humiliating for someone of her age to still require that kind of discipline.

After what feels like an eternity, Christine is permitted to pull her tights back up and shamefully scamper off to bedroom where she can feel sorry for herself in privacy. Once there, she can cry herself to sleep.

Donna was starting to think that living at home to save money after college was maybe not all that it was cracked up to be. She was getting spanked almost as much as she did back in high school!

Forced to sit through the rest of the dinner with her pants still off and her red butt absolutely roasted.

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From Spankingwomen - Sisters and All

The little wooden paddle that Beverly kept in her bedside table was ultimately the real reason that her granddaughters Heather and Valerie were sent to stay with her for the week.

Beverly knew it. Heather and Valerie's parents knew it.

Unfortunately for Heather and Valerie themselves, they were clueless.

Beverly was a kind and loving woman, but she could be very strict as well. She also ran a tight ship. She had no room for bullshit and frankly, this made her exactly what the two little hellions needed most. Without hesitation, Beverly would paddle a bare bottom whenever she saw fit. Age did not matter. One simply did not outgrow spankings under her roof. Heather's own mother knew this to be true as she once had her butt roasted with Beverly's paddle at the ripe old age of 31.

Now that Heather and Valerie were both college girls, they were in serious need of some discipline and structure, not to mention a serious attitude adjustment. Beverly was just the woman for the job. 

The girls were horrified at what was in store for them on night one. 

Both had been polite to their grandmother at first, but slowly, the mask of politeness melted away and their true selves were revealed. Brats. Spolied little brats far too lazy to help with dinner or the clean-up afterward. That evening, Heather and Valerie found themselves on Beverly's bed, on all-fours with their bottoms exposed. Each girl was soon begging for forgiveness as that nasty little paddle did it's work, reddening their backsides and ensuring that both girls would only be comfortable sleeping on their tummies.

But of course, this was only night one. 

Beverly's house would be filled with the sounds of two naughty girls getting their butts blistered all week. One spanking just wasn't enough to cure what Heather and Valerie were suffering from and Beverly wanted to make sure that she sent home two brand new versions of her granddaughters. 

(stories for Lauren and @sophiemeudon!)

In this house, there's no such thing as "too old for a spanking."

Janice was determined to raise her daughters right and make sure they turned into respectable young women. On occasion, that meant turning bare butts bright red with the help of her trusty hairbrush. Janice's own mother had spanked her bare behind all throughout her college career and her daughters could expect the same. 

(like our visit to Mrs. Harris!)

***

For Angie, there was nothing more exciting/ thrilling/ terrifying/ arousing than watching her step mother spank her sister's bare bottom. Oh, the sound the hairbrush made against bare skin! 

But sometimes Angie would get it too!

In those instances, knowing she was next over her stepmother's lap, spanking somehow seemed less fun. She took a lot less joy out of seeing her sister's buns roasted and watching her hop around, frantically rubbing her crimson ass. Because Angie certainly did not react much better to the hairbrush, that's for sure!

The room was kept very cool and so, as she stood there completely naked, her nipples hardened and her soft skin erupted with goosebumps all over. But before too long, her bum would be on fire. First, a spanking and then, after her ass was all hot and red and sore, she would get a healthy dose of the cane.

It was to be a trying ordeal. She already knew this.

But she had also known the risks involved. She knew them well and did everything she possibly could to remain undiscovered, but in the end, she had been caught anyway. Even if it all made her want to cry, she could not claim that any of it came as a big surprise. 

Down the hall, her best friend's spanking started. She was not taking it bravely.

Consider this a wake-up call

Owww...

Paddled right in the living room and left on display with her skirt still up and panties still down. 

She is an example, a message to her younger sisters - yes, you can still be spanked in this house, even at age 22. She removes one of her hands from atop her head only to wipe a tear away. It was her first spanking in quite a few years but it was a doozy and she knows she earned it. Her bottom feels like it's on fire and it's vibrating like crazy like crazy too. Her whole body is tingling; her nipples are hard and aching.

Bare corner time lasts for one whole hour. It's a lot of time to think, to reflect on what has happened. She started out furious that she was being bent over and paddled at her age, but now, in the aftermath of her punishment, she feels nothing but shame. She's ashamed of her behavior. And she'll have even more time to mull things over though because she's grounded too.

Misbehave together, get spanked together.

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Spanking Women - College Justice!

from the discontinued SpankingWomen

CELL BLOCK D

None of the inmates at the Hazelwood Correctional Facility wanted to get transferred to Cell Block D. It was reserved for the women who couldn’t behave themselves once already within the walls of the facility. Smartmouths, liars, women who started fights, women who ducked out on chores, women who gave the guards a hard time, women who didn’t obey. One guard referred to it as "The Home of the Brats." It was a fitting name.

Cell Block D was essentially run and governed by Diana Adams. But the inmates knew her by no such name. To them, she was known only as Madam. She was a strong, no-nonsense woman, 40ish and straightforward. 

The Madam of Cell Block D had a rather simple approach to discipline. She treated her prisoners like bad little girls and spanked their bare butts. There was a room right in the middle of the cells, a room with one door and no windows. However, the walls of this particular room were thin enough that the other prisoners could easily overhear what was happening in there. That was intentional. Madam liked it that way.

Some called it The Punishment Room, some referred to it as The Spanking Room, but most knew it as The Crying Room. Madam and her guards would collect whichever women needed correction, making them strip completely naked before leaving their cells and then walking to The Crying Room with their hands atop their heads. She did this for the walk back more than anything else. She wanted the other prisoners to see the tears and hear their childish boohooing, but she also wanted them to see the glowing red butts as they marched back to their cells.

In the room itself, Madam would take each woman on by one across her knees and spank them with a hairbrush until their bottom was red and purple and the miscreant was bawling. If more than one inmate was to be spanked, the others would line up against the wall and be forced to watch the spankings. Most of the women were crying before they were even taken over the knee and some urinated on the floor in fear. But you did not want to pee while over Madam’s knee. If a young lady was unfortunate enough to have that kind of an accident, then after her walk of shame back to her cell, she would only be allowed to wear a t-shirt for a week. 

So yeah, you could definitely say that none of the gals stuck in Hazelwood wanted to find themselves in Cell Block D. 

Mrs. Duggan was known as the Dean of Discipline. Her actual title was unknown to most at Valley Reformatory but it mattered very little. She carried with her a reputation for being strict and for possessing a certain proclivity towards corporal punishment. If you were unlucky enough to have been sent to Valley, you did not want to end up in her office.

It was a corner office, windowless, tucked in a back hallway on the basement level. At certain times, a passerby might hear loud crying, sobbing, begging and blubbering - not to mention the unmistakable sounds of a spanking in progress - coming from behind Mrs. Duggan's door. From all accounts, she was a helluva spanker and she didn't have any qualms about taking panties down and painting a bare bottom red.

First offenders went over Mrs. Duggan's knee and were spanked with just her hand. Since Valley served as an alternative to prison for young women above the age of 18, their over-the-knee predicament was intended to embarrass as much it hurt. Second time offenders got the OTK hand spankings in addition to a severe paddling. Third time offenders received both plus the cane. There were never any fourth time offenders. Even the toughest of the girls at Valley shaped up real quick after the cane. 

She liked to spank in groups, even if the offenders were all there for different reasons. By the end of an afternoon, there might be 20 red butts lined up along her office wall serving corner time. 

The first week of boot camp was a real eye-opener for Erika and Jennifer. 

It was an alternative to jail, an opportunity to have their little indiscretion removed from their records. They thought they were taking the easier choice. They thought that compared to jail, boot camp would be a breeze.

Just a few hours into that first day was all it took before they both realized how wrong they had been.  Erika had a smart mouth she just couldn't seem to control. Jennifer was flat-out lazy and adverse to any kind of physical exertion.  These shortcomings lost them their clothing privileges. Not complying with their punishments fast enough earned Erika and Jennifer corporal punishment.

Naked and in front of everyone, the two young women were bent over and strapped until their bottoms were bright red and they were howling. For an hour afterward, they stood with their hands atop their heads and stared at the wall. It was going to be a long six weeks.

At this institution for wayward young ladies, they use corporal punishment as needed. Bare bottom, bun-blistering paddlings hard enough to make even the toughest girls cry like babies. And the paddlings are not private. They are done on the spot as needed, no matter who is around to witness. If you happened to walk by the showers on any particular day at this institution, you might see quite a few red butts glowing in the mist of the hot water.

The three perpetrators were identified and separated from the others. They were taken to another room, stripped and then given a healthy dose of the strap across their bared bottoms. Each young woman was left with a nicely reddened backside and the sting of fresh tears. There was also the haunting promise of another spanking for each before bedtime, leaving their bellies tangled with nerves and despair.

Shoplifter.

A spanking before her first night in lock-up.

Spankings hurt.

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