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My Step Mother, part 5
I returned to the Allen's home and unpacked my things in what once was
their daughters room. It was very feminine indeed, the type of room any
cross dresser would love to live in. I asked Mrs. Allen if their daughter
would be upset, me staying in her room and all, and her reply was "Not in
the least. When she is home, she stays in the guest room."
I thought this a bit odd, but o well, it was not my concern. My thoughts
soon turned to a sore bottom as Mrs. Allen spanked me for not curtsying
to her when I came home. She explained that each day, my punishments
would start at one, with a spanking over my dress. Punishment two would
be a spanking on my bare bottom, three would be a paddling and four would
be with the cane. As I had not been caned yet, I wondered what that would
feel like. After 10 min. standing in the corner, I was ordered to clean
up the kitchen, living room and the master bedroom.
I was then given a book to read on the proper behavior of a young lady.
It was all about how to walk, dress, stand, sit, cook, clean and submit
to a man and work to make him happy. Girls are to walk with grace and
take small slow steps. Eat small portions, stand with their legs
together, sit with their hands folded in their laps,. Etc. It was written
many years ago, during a time when women only wore dresses and stockings
and served their men. I was to read for 30 min each day and would be
given a test before bed time. If I failed, I'd get a bare bottom
paddling.
Mr Allen came home around 8:00 pm Saturday night and I forgot to curtsy
to him. Since it was my third error that day, he paddled me. When he was
done, his dick was so hard, he made me give him a blow job. I then spend
5 min. in the corner and then served them dinner.
The next morning, Pat came to pick me up for brunch. Mrs. Allen picked my
dress out for Sunday and I must say, it was a bit on the young side. She
made me wear yellow knee socks and a short yellow dress with a petticoat.
Short high heels and a matching yellow bra and pantie set. Earrings and a
yellow head band in my hair helped me feel like I was 10 years old. Pat
showed up wearing a very sharp looking dress. It had a black skirt and a
black sheer silk top. She was wearing black high heels with black hose,
hoop earrings and a matching purse.
I curtsied to her and off we went. I felt like a naughty little girl on a
outing with her mother. She took my hand and led me to her car like a
child, putting me in my seat and putting my seat belt on. I told her I
was not a child and could put my own seat belt on. She sharply told me to
watch my mouth or she'd spank me before we even left the dive way.
We drove to the restaurant in silence. Once there, Pat reminded me that
any rude behavior would earn me a trip to the ladies room for a session
over her lap that would make it impossible for me to sit down the rest of
the day. I told her I'd behave, not wishing to give her any reason to
follow though with her threat.
While we ate, Pat told me that we were going to go shopping for some new
dresses for me and a few other things. The Allen's were going to "train,"
me to be a well behaved young girl and I was to start out as a young
child. I would no longer be allowed to wear garter belts or stockings,
but knee socks and/or anklets, short dresses and flat shoes. I was to
have ribbons in my hair and light make up. As I learned and "grew up",
high heels and stockings would be my reward.
I made the mistake of saying, "And the blow jobs for Mr Allen, do I earn
those too, as I grow or as he does?"
This earned me a trip to the ladies room, where Pat put me over her lap
and gave me a very sound spanking indeed, in front of a few older women.
I was crying and dancing over her lap, much to her delight.
"Bet you thought I wouldn't spank you in public like this, didn't you?2
she asked as she finished with me.
I didn't reply right away, so over her lap I went again.
"This isn't a joke Stephanie and it's not a game that's going to stop.
Your smart mouth and naughty behavior is going to change or your in for
one embarrassing situation after another."
Both of the ladies applauded my Step Mother for spanking me,. Saying that
more young people need that type of discipline these days. Years ago,
ladies rooms saw many a naughty girl or boy, get a good spanking from
their mothers. Too many mothers of today let their kids get away with
everything.
With tears running down my face, we left the restaurant and headed for
the mall.
Pat bought me several dresses, slips, bra's, panties, anklets, ribbons
and flat shoes that all looked like a 10 or 12 year old would wear. She
bought several short petticoats off the Internet, as they are not sold in
many stores anymore. These would be mailed to the Allen's home for me.
She was very matter of fact and I wasn't allow to offer any suggestions
as to what we bought. It was clear, she had thought this out completely.
We returned to the Allen's around 4:00pm were Mr Allen was given a report
on my two spankings that afternoon and the reasons why. He explained that
I had earned a paddling before bedtime from him, but that I was going to
meet Stacy, their daughter. I was told to put my packages in my room and
wait to be called into the living room.
I took the packages to my room and waited. After a few moments, I thought
it best to put the new stuff away. This gave me a chance to really see
what Pat had purchased and I must say, it was all very juvenile looking.
I mean really, I was 19 years old and this stuff was clearly for a child.
I decided I didn't want to meet Stacy looking like I was ten, so I
changed into a more grown up outfit. I picked out a blue dress, white
petticoat, white garter belt and suntan stockings. I put grown up
earrings on and high heels and waited to be called. About 30 minutes
later, Mr Allen called for me to come into the living room.
I entered the room, finding Stacy sitting on the sofa in a very nice
white and light blue dress with high heels on, looking every bit the
grown up. She looked at me, first with a smile and then with a surprised
look on her face.
"I thought you said she was in the early stages of her 'training' Mom?"
Stacy asked.
"She's supposed to be, but you know children, they don't always do what
they're told," Mrs Allen said.
"And she didn't even curtsy when she entered the room, you do have your
hands full with this one," Stacy said.
I immediately felt like an idiot and knew I was in big trouble.
"Welcome to my world," Pat said, "this is the same type of thing she used
to do with me and that her Father wouldn't address."
"We'll 'we're' going to address it, of that you can be certain," Mrs
Allen said, taking hold of my left arm, spinning me around and spanking
me all the way to my room. She put her left leg the bed and bent me over
it, raised my dress, lowered my panties and let me have it. She was mad
and really laid into me.
When she finished, she told me to change back into the outfit I had on
earlier and to enter the living room the proper way, and within 5 min. As
she left the room I heard her say "This was not the way to begin, young
lady."
I did as I was told and returned to the living room, curtsying as I
entered. Mrs. Allen introduced me to Stacy and we shook hands, Stacy
smiling at me the whole time as if I was the stupidest person she had
ever met.
"We'll that's more like it Stephanie," Mr Allen said swatting my bottom.
"You'll learn," he said. "It might take a while, but you'll learn."
I was then told to go stand in the corner while the grown ups talked. It
turned out that Stacy was doing very well in Denver and had been living
as a girl 24/7 with no problems. She worked as a secretary for an
accounting firm and they knew "about her." It didn't matter as she was
very good at her job. Most of the employee's, both male and female, knew
and it didn't matter to them either. She was going to stay a week and
looked forward to spending time with her family.
After a little while, Pat said her good buys and off she went. Soon it
was time for dinner, so I was told to come away from the corner and begin
getting things ready. I spent the evening making and serving dinner,
cleaning up and serving them snacks and drinks in the living room as they
talked and/watched T.V. Every time I entered the dining room or the
living room, I could see and feel Stacy watching me. If we made eye
contact and her parents were looking, she smiled. If they were not paying
attention, she stuck her tongue out at me.
I didn't dare say anything as I knew my bottom was in for it before
bedtime already and I didn't want to start anything with Stacy on her
first night, but clearly, she had an issue with me. While I was serving
dinner, I failed to curtsy on my first three entrances. Mr. Allen had had
enough and pushed his chair out and placed me over his lap in a flash. He
gave me a very hard spanking that had me crying and dancing over his lap.
When he finished with me, he told me to go back and enter the dinning
room three times the proper way or I'd also get a paddling right then and
there. I did as I was told and didn't forget to curtsy the rest of the
night.
While I was in the kitchen, cleaning up with one hand and rubbing the
sting out of my bottom with the other, Stacy came in to get a refill on
her drink. I refilled her drink, waiting for her to say something first.
"I'll say one thing for you, little girl, you sure can take a spanking.
And you look so cute in your little dress and knee socks. And your butt
really bounces around quite a bit over my Dad's lap as he it turns a
bright red," Stacy finally said and then left the room.
I stood there in a haze. Had Stacy just insulted me? She sure did. What a
bitch, I thought.
"Stephanie," I heard Mr Allen yell from the living room, "get in here."
Standing in front of Mr Allen with my head down and my hand placed behind
my back. He asked, "Did you let Stacy refill her own class?"
"No sir," I replied, "I refilled it."
"Lier," Stacy said.
"I did so refill it," I said looking right at her.
"No, no you didn't," she said. "All you did was stand there."
"I did not," I cried.
"Stephanie, go to your room," Mr Allen said. "I'll be in to deal with you
later."
I stomped my feet and left headed for my room.......
To be continued
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