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St: Stepparent Correction (Expanded) (teen/adult, spank, shave)
The following story is fiction. It contains scene of a family
spanking. If such a subject is offensive, uninteresting or if
you are a minor (i.e., child) please stop reading now.
This is a revised and expanded version of the story. The
characters are Pat, a high school senior, his stepparental unit,
Chris, and his parental unit, Robin. Like in the first part, the
genders of the characters are not specified. You get to chose
whatever you like them to be -- all eight combinations are
allowed.
This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is
prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are
permitted only if complete including the copyright notice.
The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con,
including constructive criticism, and suggestions.
Stepparent Correction
By
Y. Lee Coyote
Pat was not a happy camper. When Pat was a junior in high school
Pat's parental units got divorced. Things got worse the next
year for then the custodial parental unit found reasons to marry
Chris.
Pat could never understand why such a mate selection was made.
The stepparental unit, Chris, was a total loser (in Pat's most
humble estimation) and only twenty-seven years old while the
parental unit was forty-two years old. Not only was the
stepparental unit only eight years older but extremely immature.
Pat could not abide the arrogance and bossiness Chris constantly
exhibited. About the only thing that let Pat stay sane was
college. The college dorm happily would be far far away from
stepparental unit.
The parental unit had been away for a week on a business trip and
things were more than usually strained between Pat and Chris and
the parental unit was not due back for another long week. That
Friday when Pat got home from school, Chris was out while the
sink was full of dirty dishes and the refrigerator was empty.
Pat had to order food delivery. After studying for the big exams
the following week, Pat when to bed. Pat had to tell the
parental unit that the stepparental unit had not left any
information of planned activities.
At 3:33 there was a loud crash which got Pat up. Looking out Pat
saw Chris stagger from the car (now wrapped about the garage)
with armfuls of packages from the local mall. There were three
serious offences immediately apparent: drunk driving with an
accident, shopping (which had been prohibited because of budget
problems), coming home so late without notice and neglect of
chores.
Pat had it! The situation was out of control. It had been out
of control for a long time.
Something had to be done and soon.
Very soon.
In fact, NOW!
When Chris got to the parental units' bedroom, Pat was waiting.
A very angry and determined Pat.
Pat grabbed Chris and went over to the bed and started to lecture
the errant stepparental unit about all the mis-deeds both the
commissioned and un-commissioned kind. Chris made objections but
Pat rejected them all. Even about who was 'adult' and who was
'child'.
Then Pat sat down on the bed and opened Chris's jeans and pulled
then down. The underwear was yanked down also. The objecting
Chris was pulled over Pat's lap and held in place by Pat's leg
and with a hammerlock. Chris was yelling but Pat ignored the
yells. Pat knew what had to be done and was going to do it.
Pat picked up the hairbrush. The same hairbrush the parental
unit had used on Pat's own butt many times. Pat raised it and
brought it down on Chris's exposed bottom. It made a red oval
and changed the noise to screams. Pat repeated this over and
over.
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
The screams changed. Chris was crying and begging Pat to stop.
"I'll be good. I'll never do it again." were the pleas.
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!!
Then Chris broke and started to bawl like a baby. Pat delivered
a few more with the hairbrush -- just to be sure.
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!!
Then Pat dropped the brush and finished the jobs with the
traditional hand application.
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!! SPANK!!
Pat, feeling much better, left Chris bawling and went to bed.
In morning Pat had breakfast and returned to studying.
When Pat went back downstairs for lunch there had been some
changes. The sink was empty and the refrigerator was full.
There was a batch of department store return slips piled on the
table. And a note: <blockquote><blockquote><blockquote>Pat
<br>I'm at the body shop.
<br>Chris.</blockquote></blockquote></blockquote>
Pat regretted not acting earlier. Yes, things were going to be
different from now on. Very different.
Things went quietly for several days. On Thursday Pat came home
to a mess. The chores had not been done, the shopping had not
been done and, of course, dinner not even planned. Chris was
sprawled on the sofa, watching daytime TV and munching on
chocolates.
Teen Pat was furious.
Stepparent Chris was nonchalant.
First, Pat grabbed the remote control and extinguished the idiot
box. Second Pat, grabbed Chris extinguishing the smirk on the
stepparential unit's face.
"Your promises lasted only six days." Pat roared. "You need
another lesson, Chris."
Chris cringed at the fierceness of the teen. Chris did not want
another lesson like was delivered just a few days ago. It had
been less than a day since that had stopped hurting.
Pat yanked open Chris's jeans and pulled them down along with the
underwear. Pat sat down on the sofa and picked up one of Chris'
slippers.
"Please, don't spank me again Pat." begged Chris. "I'll do the
chores right now."
Pat was not moved. "OVER MY LAP _NOW_, CHRIS!!" Chris was
totally cowed and meekly got over Pat's lap as ordered. Pat
raised the slipper and brought it down on Chris' butt.
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
Pat brought the slipper down hard and fast repeatedly.
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
Chris was crying. The slipper continued to slap.
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
During this slippering, Chris jeans and underwear had become
dislodged. When Pat was satisfied, Chris was parked in the
corner to cry and meditate. Need it be mentioned that Chris was
naked from the waist down.
Pat was also meditating. It was last summer and Pat had
neglected to do the assigned chores and also had failed to do
several other things as promised. Robin was very unhappy and
displeased. Pat's sincere promises after the strapping and
spanking he had gotten were not satisfactory. The Robin had
decided that something more was needed to impress Pat with the
need to act more like an adult rather than an irresponsible kid.
Pat was very unhappy with that punishment but some six months
later thanked the parental unit for that lesson. Pat decided
that Chris would certainly benefit from that, er, treatment. Pat
also realized that the Parental unit would not necessarily agree
so that should be put off -- for now. If the parental unit
disapproval was intense enough the consequences were easily
guessed.
Pat then told Chris: "Get dressed and go do the shopping, fix
dinner and you better get all your chores done before
you_know_who gets back tomorrow."
Chris retrieved the jeans from the livingroom floor, redressed,
did quick face wash and went grocery shopping. In less than an
hour, Pat began to sniff dinner cooking.
Robin returned the next day and was pleasantly surprised that
Chris and Pat were getting along better than they had before and
that things were shipshape. To the dinner time inquiry about
why, both Chris and Pat agreed that the reason was "the
hairbrush". The parental unit was surprised and did not probe
the matter any further but made the natural -- however very wrong
-- assumption about its use.
It was a week later that Pat come home from school late and
discovered Chris had reverted by to the old ways -- the chores
undone and the blank look of an all day watcher of TV.
As Pat turned off the TV the order was barked: "Chris get the
hairbrush, NOW!" Like a little child having been caught
red-handed, Chris ran up the stairs and got it.
As Pat lowered Chris' jeans and underwear for the third time in
less than a month the lectures started about responsibility and
maturity. Then moments later Chris was over Pat's lap, butt
exposed and waiting for the just punishment. The wait was
shorter than the lecture.
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
WHAP!! WHAP!! WHAP!!
Chris was reacting faster than before. Not physically although
the paddled butt quickly became to resemble a highly polished set
of bright red apples, but emotionally. The head was learning
that childish behavior got rewarded in child appropriate ways and
responded like a child. Chris was crying and promising. Soon
this changed into uncontrollable bawling.
Neither Pat nor Chris noticed that Robin had arrived home early.
The parental unit came in just as the spanking started.
Suddenly, the Robin realized that something was not normal, i.e.,
as expected, -- the voices were reversed. It was not Chris, the
stepparental unit, spanking the kid but the other way around.
Robin moved to watch and saw that was indeed the case. He
marveled at how well Pat was doing. Truth be known, the Robin
had had thoughts of spanking Chris several times in the past.
The Parental unit was proud of Pat. The long years of teaching
the kid to be responsible had produced a good result. After
hearing the final bit of lecture and Chris assigned to the
corner, the Robin greeted Pat. Chris started to complain but the
Robin immediately ordered Chris to be quiet and remain in the
corner.
The parental unit learnt that this was the third time that Chris
had gotten spanked by Pat. Pat also explained that the effects
lasted only about a week and asked about that special punishment
that was so effective last summer.
The parental unit thought about it and gave permission. Pat
prepared the necessary stuff.
When Chris stopped crying hard they went to the parental unit's
bedroom. Pat pushed Chris down on the bed and picked up the
barber clipper. The same one that parental unit had used the
summer before to teach Pat a necessary lesson.
Chris tried to protest when Pat turned on the chipper and went
for Chris pubes. "No, please don't."
Pat just continued with both the clipper and a lecture. The same
lecture that Robin had given. When all that could clipped from
the front was, Pat lifted Chris's legs to continue down to the
anus. When Pat had finished this Chris was crying again.
But Pat was not finished. Pat wiped that area clean with a wet
washcloth and then covered it with shaving cream. Pat then took
a razor and removed the stubble left by the clipper. By the time
Pat had finished, Chris' crotch was as smooth and hairless as
that of a baby.
"As long as you act like a kid, you are going to look like a kid.
Understand Chris?"
"Yes, Pat."
Then Robin spoke very definitively. "One other thing, Chris,
when I'm not here Pat is in charge with full authority to
discipline you as necessary. Of course, when I'm here, you get
spanked or whatever by me. Pat did you spank Chris as hard as I
spanked you?"
"No. You spanked much harder." said Pat with a smile.
Chris started to cry -- again.
The End
(C) Copyright A.I.L., March 29, 2000 and April 6, 2000
Your comments are appreciated.
Y.
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