Stern Stepmother Takes Charge

 Christina locked herself in her bedroom and sat down on her bed. The 27 year old just got in from work and now needed time to relax, which she saw to by opening a drawer on her nightstand and pulling out a little baggie of weed. 

“Finally,” she thought, “just what the doctor ordered.”

Her medical diagnosis was interrupted by a knock on her door, which made her roll her eyes and scowl.

“Yeah?” she called out. 

“I’m not going to talk to a door, Christina. Open up, now,” came the voice belonging to Gemma, her 43 year old stepmom of the last 3 months. Christina sighed, shoved the baggie under her pillow, and got up and answered the door. 

“Yeah?” Christina asked again.

“How was work, dear?”

“Fine.”

“What are you doing?”

“You’re looking at it.”

“Just…laying on your bed?”

“Only until I start standing on it,” Christina said, walking back to her bed and sitting on it. Gemma frowned and entered with her. 

“You know Christina, when I married your father, I promised to become a mother figure to you.”

“I have a mother already, thanks. Sure I never see her and she doesn’t answer my calls but hey, she’s out there.”

“Yes I understand. That’s why I said mother *figure*. I want to be here for you as a guider and supporter.”

“Nice. Mind guiding yourself outta my room please?” Gemma got annoyed. 

“Christina, you’re 27 and you don’t do anything around here. You don’t clean, you don’t cook or help out, you don’t even look for a place to move out to. You’re just satisfied going to work part time and coming home to lay around. It’s troubling me.”

“Yeahhh and it troubles me too.”

“It does?” Christina started looking at her phone and scrolling down the Facebook newsfeed. 

“Yeah, it troubles me how much of my personal business you’re butting into.”

“Christina, I don’t appreciate that attitude either. All you do is sass me and your father when you’ve got it pretty easy around here.”

“Listen Gemma, I don’t need you coming in here and pretending to be my boss.” 

“I’m not your boss. I’m your stepmother and you’ll respect me as such.”

“Respect my privacy and get out,” Christina said, not even looking up. Gemma’s nostrils flared. 

“Ooh, you nasty little thing. Your father should’ve done something right to stop you from turning into a overgrown brat instead of a grown woman.” Christina looked up at this and chuckled. 

“Ah well, what’re you gonna do?” Gemma’s eyes narrowed. 

“Well, I know exactly what I’m gonna do. I’ve discussed this issue with your father and he agreed that you’ve gotten out of control. And he agreed that as your stepmother, I’m allowed to take charge and stop you from headed down this bad path you’ve embarked on.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well Christina, I know you think you’re a big adult now, but you’re not; you’re a spoiled brat. And I’m going to deal with spoiled brats the way they deserve.” Christina smirked. 

“You’re gonna send me to bed without supper?” 

“No. I’m going to give you a spanking.” Christina thought about it for a second before laughing. 

“Heh. Good one.”

“Nope. Not a joke. Your father agreed that I’m on the mission to deal with your lack of ambition and sassy attitude. And that’s exactly how I’ll be attending to it.” Christina’s laughs and smirks disappeared. 

“A spanking. What am I, 5 years old?”

“Did you get spanked when you were 5 years old?”

“No, I never got spanked. And I’m not getting spanked now. I’m not a child.”

“You’re certainly acting like one, so I’ll treat you like one.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then you’re free to leave.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You want to stay living under your father’s and my roof for free? Sure, but you’ll do as both of us say, and be punished as we see fit, or you’re out of here.” Christina stood up, angry.

“You can’t kick me out of my house! I live here!”

“You’re old enough to move out and this will be the way to do it. I’ve wanted to tan your hide for some time, but your father always ruled against it and wouldn’t allow it as we weren’t legally married. But now we are, and he supports my decision making 100%. So I’m leaving it up to you. A punishment, or out on the street tonight?”

“Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding? What’s it going to be?”

“I…fine.”

“Fine what?”

“I’ll let you spank me…”

“You’re not ‘letting me spank you’. You’re accepting a punishment that you’ve earned on your own with your nasty attitude and immature behavior.” Gemma then sat on the edge of Christina’s bed and patted her lap. “Come on, bend over and we’ll get started.” Christina stood before Gemma, arms folded. 

“Are you serious?” she asked again. 

“Mhm,” Gemma answered, taking Christina by the hand and pulling her over her lap. Gemma rubbed her hand around Christina’s jeans-covered butt. “Are you ready?”

“Fuck no.”

“That’s a shame, potty mouth,” Gemma said before starting to spank Christina across her jeans. Christina cringed and let out a yelp of pain, having never been spanked before. Gemma did slow swats across her cheeks one at a time. 

“I can’t believe you’re doing this…” Christina whined. 

“Believe it,” Gemma answered, spanking at a slow pace. “Years before I met your father I saw another man and played stepmom to his kids. And when they stepped out of line, this is how we dealt with it. And now I’m YOUR stepmom, and this is how we’ll deal with things.”

“Ow, I’m not a kid, ahh.”

“You’re certainly acting like one, so you’ll be treated like one. So hush.”

Gemma spent the next 2 minutes spanking Christina over her jeans at a slower, relaxed pace. Christina wiggled her legs and let out “ows” as she went. Finally, she stopped. 

“Stand up,” she instructed. Christina felt a bit of relief that this awkward and unpleasant experience was over, propping herself off her stepmother’s lap. Once Christina was up she started to rub her behind. 

“That was unnecessary,” she chided. 

“Nope, it wasn’t even enough. Drop your jeans.”

“What??”

“You heard me. You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

“You said..”

“I said stand up, I didn’t say we were done. That was only a warm up. E we”

“No!”

“Clearly, otherwise you would’ve turned out better. But that’s why I’m here doing what I need to. And YOU need to drop your pants.” 

Christina stood there conflicted for a moment, quickly weighing her options before Gemma continued, “If you want to involve your father in this and let him help punish you too…” 

Christina quickly considered the implications of having TWO people spank her and decided against it. Rolling her eyes, she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and  slowly started bringing them down, stopping just below her ass. 

“All the way down, Christina.” Christina let out an annoyed sigh as she shoved her pants down to just below her knees, bending back up to pick the little wedgie that her white bikini cut panties had given her before crossing her arms. “Alright, back over my lap,” Gemma instructed. Christina bent back over into position again, her panty covered butt in her stepmom’s lap. 

Gemma lifted up on the leg holes of Christina’s panties a bit to get a peek at her cheeks, white but just a dash of pink. 

“What’re you doing??”

“Just checking my progress. It’s not even close to what it’s supposed to be,” she said, adjusting the panties to cover Christina’s butt again.

“And what’s that?” Christina asked annoyed.

“Red,” Gemma answered before starting to spank again. This time she went a little harder, again going back and forth across the cheeks but a little firmer and a little faster. Christina scowled and let out more yelps and “ows” gave little kicks as Gemma spanked down on her panties. She went another few minutes spanking, keeping her pace. 

“Are we - ow! - almost done?” Christina whined. 

“We’re done when I say we’re done, and your whining isn’t doing you any favors,” her stepmom asked, never stopping the punishment. 

“Ow, I won’t whine, but I - ouch- think I’ve had enough.”

“I don’t think so…” Gemma noticed the pinkness starting to peek out below the leg holes of Christina’s panties which were beginning to ride up from the spanking. She stopped for a moment and lifted up the leg holes again to see straight pink instead of just white like before. She hiked Christina’s panties up between her ass crack to expose as much cheek as she could. 

“Why are you giving me a wedgie?”

“Inspecting the damage done so far. Besides, this way I can move on to the next part of your punishment. Bare skin.”

With that, Gemma began slapping again, this time again going harder. 

“Ouch! Hey!” Christina flung her right hand back to start undoing the wedgie. “That is SO not necessary!”

Gemma grabbed Christina’s right arm with her left, pinning it down to the small of her back. 

“And neither is that,” she replied, spanking with her right hand. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Let go!”

Gemma gave Christina’s right cheek a hard slap before stopping and letting go of her arm, which she used to start picking her wedgie and bringing back to the front of her body. 

“You know,” Gemma began, “I did that so I could punish you on your bare behind WHILE giving you a bit of modesty. But since you want to be that way…” she gripped the waistband of Christina’s panties and began pushing them down. “I guess we can take these all the way down then.” Christina flung her arm back again and grabbed ahold of her panties to stop them from going down. “Let go,” Gemma warned. 

“Hold the fuck on. You are NOT taking my fucking underwear down,” Christina argued.

“If you’d been spanked before, you’d know that spankings end, and sometimes even start on the bare butt. I didn’t want to expose your bare butt completely, but you asked for it now. So let go.”

“NO! This is ridiculous, you’re not spanking my bare ass.”

“Do we need to consult your father?”

“Yes! He wouldn’t allow this!”

Gemma let go of her stepdaughters panties, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone. She handed it to Christina. 

“Go ahead, call him.”

Christina dialed and put the phone to her ear while keeping her right hand firmly held on to her panties, lest Gemma tried removing them.

“Daddy? It’s me. Your stupid stepmother is SPANKING me! … For nothing! …. because I came home from work and ….. daddy I don’t WANT to be spanked by her! ……. No ….. But …. but! ….. Okay! Okay fine! ….. But she’s trying to pull down my underwear! ….. But…. okay. Okay. Fine. Goodbye.” Christina hung the phone up and handed it back to Gemma, who slipped it back into her pocket. 

“Well?” Christina buried her face into her bed. 

“Just do what you want,” she muttered with annoyance. 

“If you don’t want me to do it, you can take them down yourself if you feel more comfortable.” 

“No.” Christina even removed her hand from her panties. “Just do it,” she resigned herself to her fate. Gemma slipped her thumbs under the waistband of the panties and gripped them, pushing them down. 

“Lift up a bit so I can get them down all the way,” she instructed. Christina did as she was told, and Gemma unrolled her panties down below her ass and brought them down her thighs and let go, letting them slide down into her jeans at her knees. Christina was red in the face as Gemma rubbed her bare behind, inspecting it. 

“Getting there…” she commented. “And just so you know, for your next spanking, if you act up again, I might just START on your bare butt instead of warming up. So consider your actions,” Gemma warned. 

“What the fuck do you mean NEXT spanking?” Gemma gave Christina’s cheeks a little pat. 

“This is how we’re dealing with this bratty and nasty behavior you have from here on out. Bad behavior gets you a red ass. Do you understand?” Christina let out a little whine. Gemma nodded. “Taking that for a yes.”

Gemma began spanking again, this time going hard, and a little faster across both cheeks. Christina kicked her legs and whined, her “ow”s becoming “OW!”s as Gemma punished her now with force. Gemma went all over, happily spreading her firm hand across her stepdaughter’s cheeks. Christina began gripping the edge of her bed and dug her face into the bed, trying not to scream as Gemma did what she had to do. 

The minutes passed, Christina’s butt beginning to glow a nice light red from Gemma’s hand. Finally, she stopped. Christina was sweating and huffing and puffing, her behind stinging. She didn’t think she could possibly take anymore. Gemma began rubbing her cheeks. 

“I hope you know I’m doing this because I care about you,” she said. 

“How’s that,” Christina asked coldly. Gemma responded by giving her another swat, and saying “if I didn’t care about you, I’d let you do whatever you want and mouth off to anyone. But I’m not just punishing you for naughty behavior, I’m trying to teach you  to not be so nasty. Respect is important inside and outside of the house. Do you understand?” Christina nodded. “Good. Then I think we’re done here, your spanking is over.” Christina felt a sigh of relief take over as she propped herself off her stepmother’s knee and began pulling her pants back up. 

Gemma leaned back to let Christina get off and redress herself, stretching her arms back on the bed. As she did, her right arm slid under the pillow and felt a strange baggie. Gemma frowned and pulled the baggie out from below the pillow, finding Christina’s weed. She realized instantly what it was and held it out to a panicked Christina who had just buttoned her pants.  

“And what the hell is this?”

“I, uh..”

“It’s not enough that you have a nasty attitude and do nothing around here, but you’re hiding DRUGS?!”

“Listen, I’m a grown woman and-“

“And nothing. Illegal drugs don’t just become legal or okay because you think you’re an adult.”

“Think? I’m 27!”

“And yet here you are, hiding things and lying to me and your father like you’re a little girl. And you know what that means.” Christina sucked her teeth. 

“C’mon.”

“Nope. I guess the first spanking wasn’t hard enough. Drop your pants and your underwear.” Gemma stood up and walked past Christina to her dresser, grabbing her hairbrush off of it. Christina didn’t move a muscle, instead watching her stepmom.

“What are you doing with that?” Gemma passed her and sat down on the bed again. 

“You’re about to find out. Now do as I said. Bare your ass again.”

Christina huffed, rolled her eyes, and unbuttoned her pants, muttering lowly and aggravatingly to herself as she shoved them all the way down to her knees. She then took the sides of her panties and shoved them down too, keeping one hand covered over her groin once they were down.

Gemma took Christina’s other hand and pulled her right back over her lap. She rested the brush against her right cheek. 

“You’re going to get 100 swats with this,” the stepmother warned. Christina let out a groan. 

“C’mon.”

“If 100 isn’t enough…”

“That’s more than enough!”

“I don’t think it is.”

“100 is fine.”

“Alright.”

With that, Gemma began spanking Christina with the brush across her cheeks. She spanked hard, and Christina sure felt it because immediately she began letting out “WHOA! OW!”s and shaking her legs. 

“Stop kicking your legs, stay still,” Gemma warned. 

“It hurts!”

“It’s supposed to hurt.”

Gemma continued her assault on Christina’s cheeks, making sure to cover all the bases from around the halfway point of the cheeks down to the sit spots. Christina squeezed the bed and took it, but by the 55th smack she started tearing up from the pain. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK

By smack 70 she was full on crying. Gemma stopped spanking and began rubbing her bottom. 

“Are you sorry for what you did?” Christina nodded. 

“And you’re not gonna bring drugs into our home again, right?”

“No…”

“Good. Because next time it won’t just be this brush. And it won’t be just 100. And it WON’T just be me. I’m sure your father would tear your behind up as well.” Christina let out a sob. Gemma rested the brush against her red behind. “30 more to go.” Christina sobbed. 

“I thought you were done… I’ve learned my lesson.”

“No. We agreed on 100, and that’s what you’re going to get. And I’m sorry dear but it’s going to hurt more.” Christina barely had time to process this as Gemma began spanking again even harder. She howled and cried as Gemma delivered the final set of blows. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

After 20 smacks, Gemma stopped and rubbed Christina’s butt a bit again. 

“10 more to go,” she warned. “And these will be the hardest…” Gemma then pulled up on Christina’s right butt cheek and rested the brush against the exposed sit spot. “And they'll be 5 each here, on the spot you sit on.” Christina sobbed and didn’t answer. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“OWWWW GODDAMMIT!” Christina cried. Gemma wordlessly lowered her right cheek and pulled up on the left, bringing the brush there. 

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!

“OWWWWW FUCK!” Christina screamed through the tears. Gemma finally put the brush down and rubbed Christina’s butt a bit for her as she calmed down.

“How’s your ass feel?” she asked after a minute. 

“It hurts!” Christina cried. 

“Well good. That means I did my job. I hope you’ve learned your lesson today, young lady. I don’t want to have to do this again, but believe me, I will if I have to.” 

“I learned,” Christina sniffled, her crying calming down. 

“Good, now I want you to stand up and give me a hug.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Up.” Christina managed to push herself off Gemma’s lap and went to pull her pants back up. Gemma lightly grabbed her arms. “Nuh-uh. Leave those down for now. First give me a hug.” Christina put her arms around Gemma who hugged back. “You’re my stepdaughter and I love you. Believe me, that spanking hurt me more than it did you.” Christina rolled her eyes. 

“Doubt it…” she thought. The hug ended. 

“Now, for the final part of your punishment, I want you to go stand in the corner with your hands on your head.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Go stand in the corner of your room facing the wall. Nose to the corner, keeping your hands on your head. And you don’t come out until I tell you to.” 

“Ugh, fine,” Christina said, wiping tears from her eyes. She reached down to pull up her pants again and Gemma stopped her. 

“No no. Those stay down until corner time is over.”

“What?!”

“That’s right. Keep those down, keep your behind out on display. And don’t touch it. No rubbing. I want my lesson to sink it. Now go.”

Christina, annoyed, pained, but not wanting to be spanked again, waddled over to the corner and got into it, placing her hands on her head. She remained silent except for the occasional sniffle, but in her head she was calling Gemma every word in the book. Gemma took a view at her stepdaughter - hands on her head in the corner, pants and panties down at her knees, her red and sore butt out and exposed. She smiled at her handiwork. 

Gemma got up, set a timer on Christina’s  phone for a half hour and placed it on the bed. 

“You get 30 minutes in the corner. You’ll come out when the alarm goes off and not a second before, or you will get punished again. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I’ll be flushing this weed too.” Christina let out an annoyed huff. “And let this be the end of it, or you will be punished again.” She gave Christina’s left cheek a final smack before walking out with the weed bag. She flushed it as promised and went to the living room, sitting on the couch at such an angle that she could still observe Christina standing in her corner. 

On the couch, Gemma smiled. She felt good and in charge. She knew how to punish her stepdaughter, and she’d use it to keep her in line and make her a better person.

In the corner, Christina tried calming herself down. She felt embarrassed, angry, and her butt in a lot of pain. She would never respect or even like this woman for what she just did to her. But how could she live with that, knowing it could happen again and that her father would allow it? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that her ass hurt, and she’d have to try harder to be a better person. Or just try harder to not end up over her stepmother’s lap again.