I received my first spanking at the rather advanced age of 14. My parents had divorced when I was 7 and, although my father re-married soon after the divorce, my mother didn't re-marry until I was 14. Her new husband worked in the same paper mill as my mother, and had a daughter, Carol, 16. Shortly after the marriage, I was taking a bath when my new stepsister walked in on me. When I asked her to leave, she only laughed. I lost my temper and yelled at her to get out. lacing my demand with several expletives. Unfortunately for me, my stepfather heard my swearing and stormed into the bathroom, angry as a hornet. When he asked what was going on, I told him; to my dismay, he said that it was absurd for me to make such a fuss about my "sister" seeing me undressed, and, in any event, he would not tolerate that kind of language. He then grabbed me by the arm and pulled me, dripping wet, out of the tub and led me, still dripping, to the living room. He sat on a hassock, and without a word, placed me bare across his knees. I couldn't believe what was happening -- I had never been spanked in my life and now, at almost 15, a man I had known for only a few weeks wasabout to spank my bare bottom as if I was 5 years old. My stepfather immediately brought his large, calloused hand down hard across my bare butt, as he held me firmly around my waist with his left. At first it didn'y really hurt that bad -- I was more concerned with my wounded dignity -- but as his open hand continued to rain down a series of smacks on my upraised bare butt, the level of pain quickly rose, along with the pink hue my posterior was taking on. After about 15 spanks I was kicking my legs an squirming, trying to get free. My stepfather than stopped briefly and put both his hands around my slender waist to re-position me across his lap. For the first time he spoke, tellign me that struggling was disobedience and the more I kept it up the more severe the spanking would become. Despite his warning, I was so angry and my bottom was stinging so much I told him I didn't care. Big mistake. He turned to Carol, who had been watching the whole time, and said "Go into the family room and get me one of the ping pong paddles." Quickly, with a smirk on her face, Carol returned withe the paddle and handed it to her father. Immediately a series of smacks began on my already sore buttocks, ranging from the top of my crack down to just above my thighs, from one buttock to the next. Despite my best efforts, I was now crying like a baby, and begging my stepdad to stop spanking me but I knew better than to resume kicking my bare legs. However, I couldn't help squirming on his lap, and to my dismay, realized I was developing an erection. Finally, my stepfather put down the paddle and lifted me off his knees. As I put my hands behind me on my pulsating bottom, no longer mindful of my complete nudity, Carol pointed at me and said, "Look, Dad, he's got a hard-on." At that, my stepdad sai, "Apparently you're too big a boy for an over-the-knee spanking." With that, he told me to lie across the hammock on my stomach, as he proceeded to remove his belt from his jeans. I pleaded with him not to give me the belt, but he again ordered me to lie down. As soon as I was across the hammock -- my bare rear at almost a 45 degree angle, the folded belt whistled through the air and struck my now severely chastened backside. Five more swats descended,leaving my bottom feeling as though it was on fire. I was then ordered to stand up and apologize to my new "sister" after which my stepfather led me by the wrist into my bedroom and, pulling back the covers, told me to climb in. "It's apparent to me that you haven't had the discipline a boy needs to grow up right. I intend to make up for lost time. My father stopped spanking me before I was 14, but since you're getting a late start, I expect you're going to need old-fashioned spankings until you're at least 17. But there for your own good. As for you sister seeing you naked, she knows what boys look like. Besides, when your mother and I are both working, she'll be babysitting you and I intend to tell her she's to spank you -- bare bottom -- any time you step out of line. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir." I replied. "Just to be sure, turn over on your tummy," he ordered. He then called Carol in. "Honey, you'll be a mother some day and its time you learned how to spank a naughty boy. Give your brother's little bottom 10 spanks and be sure to split them between each cheek." With that I underwent the final indignity of a bare bottom spanking from my stepsister, who was only 14 months older than me. After this last spanking I was left to cry myself to sleep, dreading the new life before me.