The other day I got spanked by by step-dad, Tim, for the first time. I guess technially, he's not my step-dad, but that is how I think of him. It was six years ago that he had married my mother, and four years ago that they had gotten a divorce. I am quite close to him though, and my mother had agreed to let me spend some time with him every other weekend. He moved to a town about 15 miles from ours and got himself a little two story apartment. It only had one bedroom, and I sleep on the couch (which fold out) when I go over there. I'm seventeen now, and since I was about fourteen I have wondered what it would be like to be spanked by Tim.
I have never been spanked by my mother or my father (who lives in Kentucky now), and I didn't really think that I would ever be spanked. I spent a lot of time thinking about Tim spanking me when he was married to my mother, and although I got the feeling a couple of times that he wanted to spank me, I knew that my mother would never let him. Every time I sleep over at Tim's, I lie awake and think about him getting mad and finally grabbing me, and pushing me over the side of a couch and spanking me, or telling me to go and wait in his room and then coming in and giving me a strapping on the bed. Often I make myself cum, and then have to tip-toe downstairs to the bathroom to clean up. I didn't think that he had any idea, until about a month ago when things started to change.
It was about nine at night, and we were watching tv, I went to get a soda and when I came back accidently set it too close to the edge of the coffee table, and it fell off, spilling soda on the carpet. No big deal, except for the fact that it was the third time that month, and he had been getting angrier every time. The exchange went something like this.
"I told you not to put the can so close to the edge!"
"I know, I'm sorry."
"You always say that, but you never do anything about it."
"It won't happen again, I promise."
"I would have gotten spanked on the spot, if I did that at your age. Probably the first time, too, and not the third."
I don't know what made me say it, in retrospect I think I was seizing my opportunity to test the waters, in any case, I said, "Well, ...maybe you should try it."
I tried to make it sound like I was just kidding while at the same time leaving my voice just ambiguous enough to have him interperet it differently. It worked, at the time all I got was, "Maybe I will." But over the following few weeks my spanking started to seem more and more likely. I think that Tim wanted to, but just wasn't sure how I would react to it, and I'm sure he was thinking would I tell my mother? I tried over the next few weeks when I visited to do things that might merit a spanking, or at least bring it up again. I dropped glasses, knocked over plants, soaked the floor in the bathroom, et cetera. Every incident brought a look from Tim, and a couple brought the words, "I should tan you for that." When he said it, I never protested I just looked at him and tried to seem ready to accept whatever discipline he thought was appropriate. I could tell that he was seriously considering it at this point, and it made me so excited I could hardly sleep. Even the nights at home in my own bed which were usually spent thinking of girls from school, were now devoted to the tanning that I was hoping to get.
The night that I soaked the bathroom floor for the second time was the night it finally happened, although not for the afforementioned incident. It was about eight at night when he came into the living room where I was sitting on the couch in my sweats watching tv, and he said, "The next time you step over the line, I'm going discipline you like I should have a long time ago." He didn't say what he was mad about, though I guessed that it was the bathroom floor. And he didn't say what the discipline was to be, thoughmy mind ran rampant with various scenarios. I knew it would be soon, and my stomach was in knots, I walked to the kitchen where Tim was getting himself a glass of beer, and I took out a glass half with the intention of getting some apple juice, and half with the intention of dropping it to the floor. Well, I never got the aplle juice, but the thin glass made a terrific sound as it smashed to pieces against the hard tile of the kitchen floor.
Tim looked at me, and I stood there biting my lip. He didn't say anything, he just grabbed me by the arm and walked me over to the couch. This was what I had been waiting for for three years, and now that the moment was here my penis was growing hard with the thought. He sat down on the couch and I lay across his lap without too much coaxing. He said "This time I am going to hide your ass until you cry." And I could tell that he meant it, that excited me even more because I had been worried that the first time would be a couple of slaps, but I knew he was going to give me a spanking worthy of what I had built it up to be. Lying across his lap I could feel his penis through his pants pushing against my inner left thigh, and I was sure that he could feel mine, now fully erect, poking into his leg. He gtabbed the elastic waist of my grey sweat pants and pulled them down to my knees. He accidently caught my briefs and they came down far enough to expose the hollow between the upper parts of my ass cheeks. I thought for a second that he was going to pull them down, but to my dissapointment he didn't.
He lifted his hand above his head and brought it down with a loud "SMACK!" on the covered part of my bottom. It stung, and the feeling sent a tingle all over my body. I made a slight "uhh.." sound , and bit down on my lip. He raised his hand again and brought it down in the same place, "SMACK!" Again and again, all over the lower parts of my butt, landing a couple of swats on my uncovered upper cheeks. The glow had turned iton a sting, and it was far more painful than the times that I had laid on the bed and spanked myself with my mother's hairbrush. It went on and on, and the pain was searing, but the rocking back and forth over his lap as he turned my backside crimson was almost enough to make me cum. Finally he stopped, I think it lasted about 3 minutes, and I was crying. He stood me up, and my penis stuck straight out, which embarrased me, but he didn't say anything.
"You can expect that anytime you step out of line from now on, do you understand me?" I nodded that I did, and he added, "Don't think that I won't take off my belt either!" This new threat sent a warm pulse through my penis, and I imagined myself lying on a bed being punished with Tim's doubled up belt. He told me to go to his room and stay in there until he came and got me, I did, and lying on my stomach in his bed with my sweats sill around my ankles I rocked myself, to an intense climax. And after cleaning up with a tissue, I fell asleep with by bottom warm, and myself dreaming of the next time