So this is my first story on here, im excited hopefully ya'll like it and yeah. Talk to you peeps soon Your analysis of the young Clare and the rest of that family dynamic after Peter’s father remarried is pretty spot on. It was a terrible environment for Peter as a young man, and young Clare was the stepsister from hell. Peter’s paddling continued until he collapsed in exhaustion across Clare’s knees. He lay there, crying, while she continued to paddle him. Karen took the note, her hand shaking slightly. She could feel the cheeks on her face flush. “No Mummy I do not have any homework tonight.”

Though frequently bent over his stepsister’s knee during those two years, Peter remained unbroken, developing an iron will, and a notable work ethic that saw him later rise high in the halls of power. He did not attribute his successes to the loving guidance of his stepsister. When he remembered her at all, it was with heartfelt loathing. The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. Yes, spank, paddle, strap, whatever is appropriate,” Clare said. “Of course, spankings must be delivered to a bare bottom to be effective, so I will need your permission to strip him when he needs to be punished.” A poor crying Karen thought it was over, but Mummy was reaching for the slipper. Karen looked to the mirror and saw it, she looked over her shoulder, up to meet her Mummy’s eyes. Karen felt aroused slightly, which made her feel even more of a naughty girl. But stood before Mummy as she scolded her was such a mixture of feelings. Her pubic hair had grown, it was now a delightful mixture of light fair hair with a hint of ginger, like her hair. The mirror of the dressing table was behind her, so Mummy could see her bottom, a bottom she was so proud of, like her new breasts, pert, and pleasingly plump.

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There were times she would do something she wasn't supposed to do and she would ask me to give her a spanking instead of telling our mom. Unlike the play spankings, she understood it would be a real spanking and it was always administered bare bottom over my knee. When I was giving her a real spanking, I only used my hand. Like if she wanted me to cover her chores so she could play with her friends. She would ask me to do her share of the chores and told me she would let me spank her. I would agree, and sit down, she would bare her bottom and lay across my lap. I'd spank her by hand, hard enough to leave her bottom a nice shade of red and she would be teary eyed. She would stand up and sniffling but would tell me "thank you" as she pulled her pants up and then would go about her business. I was actually attracted to my sister in law before ever even meeting my wife. She works in my company, but was already married at the time. She's very short at 4 '10, blonde hair, brown eyes....wide hipped but amazing legs and feet. Her skin is always that tan color and they always look so smooth. Her feet are size 6 and toes are on the shorter side, but they are perfect in every way. When Peter Markum married, he did not invite his family to the wedding, and as his own family grew, he told them nothing of his life as a young man or of the women who shaped it. This is why his adult daughter Mary had never learned of her Auntie Clare until the day Clare invited herself to Mary’s home for a visit. If you let me know what chores you’d like him to do each day,” Clare said, “I can put him to work when he gets home. I can supervise to make sure he does them right, and that he does them efficiently, so he has time left to study and do his homework.” Sometimes, a whole class could get a ‘double stripe’ for rowdiness. Then, if you just got a single stripe on top of that, you were for it. A bit unfair, but this was Anne’s situation. I had also accumulated three stripes this way myself a couple of times, but for some reason escaped with just a telling-off.

And..." I look up with dread, realizing she hasn't finished yet. "You have to play it off like it's been a great time after every time you babysit me. You convince them to go out again, and I won't tell... Simple as that." From the very first visit to the Girl’s Grammer School, it was made clear that corporal punishment was used. After a tour of the school looking at laboratories, home economic rooms and such like, the new girls were sat, with their Mums. At the end of the ‘Inroductory Speech’ by the Headmistress. It was made perfectly clear that corporal punishment was used to keep any naughty girl in line, and that parents had to sign a consent form to say that they agreed with the school’s Disciplinary Code of Conduct. This caused a mumbling stir in the Assembly Hall and the loins of many girls, as Mummy’s turned to whisper to their child. Are you kept bare while still in the corner? And were you allowed to redress after the corner/spanking, and during your chores? As I explained in my previous attempt, as long as it was a bit of fun between us, I encouraged Mum any chance I could to turn me over her knee – I loved it. I pushed the boundaries with being cheeky – Mum threatened accordingly. It was fun – in fact, between the ages of 12 and 15 were my happiest childhood years. The period coincided with several fun spankings, and I felt this period also cemented an extra closeness in our relationship. The worse time however was when my sister was having a party. I think it was my sisters 12th birthday and had a number of girls over for her birthday party, and of course like most boys, I had a crush on a few of them, and always wanted to hang out with them. But my sister didn't like this and began yelling to my mom about how I was bugging all the girls. My mom didn't spank me right there in front of all of my sisters friend but took me into the living room which was just around the corner, then began yelling at me to pull down my pants and underwear, which of course she fallowed with a spanking. Of course I don't think any of the girls saw this, but it was so embarrassing to know that my sister and all of her friends where in the very next room hearing me take this spanking. I know this is probably just my hang up, but it was so embarrassing to think that they new I was in the next room pretty much naked getting a spanking.Thank God, there were few neighbours on our street and I didn’t know any of them, as they had no children! My sister, meanwhile, was giggling and started to laugh at me. Mom was so mad that she didn’t stop to think and had me stand by the wall while she proceed to flip up my sister’s skirts and show her panties (flowered ones) and started to spank her too, saying: “You think this is funny? I’ll show you its not funny!” Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.” I was actually Jewish, so Pam was not a blood aunt, but an ‘auntie’ – a friend of the family. When I turned 13 – the age of confirmation and ‘manhood’ in both Judaism and Christianity – her attitude towards me became a little less playful and rather more stern. Ahhhhhhhh!! Oh my G..!” she screamed out as she jumped off me like lighting leaving me hog tied, writhing around and cumming all over myself on the floor. Tina’s friend let go too and began laughing hysterically at Tina now. When I was just a sprout of about eight, I really started noticing my sister’s underwear was different than my own. This was in the 50s, when girls of about 12 or so started wearing ‘big girl’ underwear.

Just curious, When you and your sister did the play spankings, was it playing games like house or school? or did you just spank each other? Also was it bare or clothed bottom when you did play spankings? My sister and I did them with each other and some of our friends. With her and her friends, it was usually playing house or school where the "bad kids" got spankings. When my sister and her friends got me to play with them, I usually played the role of the adult spanking the bad kids, but sometimes, I would let them spank me. With my friends, it was usually more of a contest, either in a game where the winner got to spank the loser or just seeing who could take the hardest spanking. Most of the time the spankings were done bare bottom since that was how most of us got spanked anyway. Mom, I thought, had quite forgotten the whole cross-dressing incident after I apologised and told her I just wanted to see what it felt like to wear all those frilly clothes! I guess she just wanted to believe me. A few days later, when my visit was almost over, Kate and my Dad sat all three of us kids down and made an announcement – they were getting married. I still loving dressing up. No, my sister never got a chance to spank me again. Yes, I got caught again – but not by mum. But I still love giving and receiving spanks. My lovely bride of 35 years is also into ‘love spanking’ and we sometimes play out mum and child, with both of us taking different roles at different times – but I’m always the female! We walked with bowed heads to the bench and sat down. “She’s going to spank us,” said Kristie. “Yup, definitely,” Denise answered. I sat there not knowing what to expect. I had been wanting this spanking for weeks, but now that it might actually happen – and even take place in a public park – I was feeling a twinge in my stomach.

I’ve had years of practice with your father,” her mother said as she walked to the kitchen counter. She withdrew a large wooden spoon from the implements jar and handed it to her daughter. “Try this,” she said. “Give it plenty of snap with your wrist. I think it will have the desired effect.”

Then take Clare. She seems reasonable later in the story. But in these two chapters she seems like the Stepsister Bully from Hell. Taking advantage of her size to humiliate him. Tattling on him simply because she sadistically wanted to see him spanked and then to spank him herself. Afterward she seems to become by far his primary disciplinarian and where, in these two chapters have you shown a trace of love for her to him? Because he became (out of sheer terror and painful experiences again and again and again) super-disciplined? The “iron will” was probably as much to cover up the scars from the mental abuse as anything else, a self-protective shell that enabled him to stay sane while his sadistic step sister did everything she could to humiliate him. ‘In front of her friends’, and more than once. Try to make an excuse for that. There is no love or consideration shown by either of them in either of these chapters but you seem to believe we are supposed to assume it because of ‘results’. Well, plenty of horribly abused people have become powerful. Plenty have become rich. Sometimes they perpetuate the ‘cycle of abuse’, sometimes they manage to avoid that fate, but you have to wonder about the scars. I wonder , since you’ve set her up as a Disciplinarian again. Did Clare EVER ONCE stop to think about how Peter must have felt? Did she ever think she might have made mistakes? Or was Peter her ‘mistake’ , because she obviously talks about not trying to ‘incite rebellion’ in George, whereas in Peter she crushes it. With literal size and strength. Just like a bully. When I got within arm’s reach of Kate, she pulled me across her lap and began spanking me with her hand, even harder and faster than she had spanked the girls. I am sure that I got the most spanks of any of us that day. That is exactly the same kind of strap my dad uses, and he keeps it oiled too. I know exactly how Susan felt getting that strap from her daddy. I beg and cry like a baby and I'm 15. That two tailed strap is pure hell!!! Sorry for the language but OMG it is. BTW I haven't gotten it yest this summer. My brother and I both have chores we have to do every day. We do them. I had to test how much rope I had, so I sat beside her feet on the couch and slowly ran my fingernail up the sole of her one naked foot. After a couple of strokes with no reaction, I went a step further and started to rub her foot, getting more aggressive as I went. After 30 seconds with no break in snoring, my confidence was high enough to go forward. I thought about turning the lights off and only having tv on (in case she woke) but I really wanted to see every inch of her feet. I made my move and bent down to her toes and put my lips around her big toe. I just sat there for what seemed like hours just enjoying that moment. The smell of her foot with her perfect toe in my mouth was almost enough to make me cum right there. A question for later chapters is how this life experience shaped her succeeding years. She was naturally dominant, but would she—could she—remain as vicious?

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My mom just sat there and kept asking me embarrassing question about if I ever look at dirty picture, or touched myself in ways that made me feel funny. All the while she just kept yanking and pulling on my penis. I began to feel a really strange sensation come over me, that at the time I didn't know what it was. I could just think I was going to pee and I tried to beg my mom to stop, and told her I had to go to the bathroom really bad, but she just kept it up until I couldn't control myself, for which of course I was having my first orgasm. She practically melted the material of those panties with that strap, with me screaming and carrying on. “I only have one girl in this house!” Mom was yelling. Meanwhile, I had gotten to the point where the spanking no longer hurt and weirdly started to feel good. I was getting quite excited by all this and it was probably on that day that I became a devout ‘spankophile’. I remember actually grinning and not really taking her seriously, and yet feeling quite excited, with a combination of disbelief and adrenalised elation! I asked her if it was true that she’d caned her Rory across his bare bottom She waited for Peter to regain some of his composure before asking, “Have you learned your lesson, young man?” When Peter didn’t respond, she delivered three more hard spanks. “Have you learned your lesson?” She released me from her embrace and added: “That’ll make sure you remember your 13th birthday, won’t it?”And yes, I remember it as clearly as the day it happened.