When I was twelve, going on thirteen, my parents got a divorce. As dictated by the terms of the final settlement, I was to move into my dad's new home along with his girlfriend, Desiree. I was not happy about the situation, to put it mildly, and I resented my new stepmom intensely, not the least of which was the fact that she was twelve years younger than my dad and tended to dress in a way I thought was overly provocative. Tight clothes and low cut tops were her common fare, showcasing her long legs and enormous breasts. Despite my misgivings about her, I have to say that in my heart of hearts, I could certainly see why my father had gone for her; physically, she was superior in every way to my mother—younger, in better shape, very pretty, and with a heart-stopping body she was obviously proud of. Nevertheless, I was determined never to give her a fair chance and there was no way that she was going to replace my mom.
Another addition to our family was Desiree's gorgeous daughter, Megan. At sixteen, she was four years older than me and a total babe, having inherited her mom's sexy curves. Initially, I tried everything I could do to ingratiate myself with her, but despite my efforts, she rebuffed me every time and was generally very dismissive of me. She was fond of telling me I was nothing but a little sissy, a nickname that stung me to the core and that I was particularly sensitive to. More and more, we argued all the time and I was desperate for her to respect me but all she saw in me was a wimpy little kid, unworthy of her consideration.
Conversely, she and her mother were very close and I often heard them whispering amongst themselves, making me suspicious and even more resentful. This situation was made more difficult by the fact that my dad was often out of town on business, so he left the running of our household to my stepmom.
I definitely felt like the odd man out and I think it was the stress of the divorce and the awkwardness of my new living arrangements that caused me to start wetting the bed. It wasn't every night, but about twice a week and Desiree was furious when she discovered it. I told her they were just random accidents but she had zero sympathy for me, threatening dire consequences if I didn't get it under control.
Which brings me to this morning.
I woke up once more to the feeling of very wet sheets and a soggy mattress below my waist, signaling yet another disaster that I was going to have to try and explain away to my new stepmom. I knew I was already on thin ice with her and as I heard her mounting the steps to come upstairs, I yanked off the sheets in a wild panic, stuffing them under the bed and pulling the covers back up. I had just swapped out my pajama bottoms when the bedroom door opened and she strode into the room, a haughty look of maternal superiority on her face.
Sniffing the room suspiciously, she wagged her finger at me in an accusing way.
“Brian? Did you wet the bed again?” she demanded sharply.
I bit my lip hard, almost breaking the skin.
“Umm, uh n-no,” I stammered nervously.
“I can smell the pee in here,” she said tersely, “If I find you're lying to me, you'll be taking a trip over my knee,” she warned me ominously.
My hair stood up on the back of my neck at the idea of a real spanking. Neither one of my parents had ever spanked me before and I couldn't believe she'd actually make good on her threat!
Going over to my bed, she yanked back the covers and saw the big wet stain on the mattress.
“It's ruined!” she shrieked, “My new mattress is ruined!”
My mouth had gone dry and I trembled in fear as she turned to face me.
“You are going to get your bare bottom paddled and then we are going shopping for diapers and plastic panties, bedwetter boy!” she barked.
Before I could stutter out some sort of reply, she grabbed me hard by the ear and frog-marched me down the hall, past Megan's room, who's door was currently open.
“Mom—what's going on?” she called out as we passed her room.
“Brian managed to wet his bed again and now he's going to get a spanking,” Desiree quipped.
Dragging me into the master bedroom, she grabbed an oval wooden paddle off the top of her dresser and took a seat on the bed.
“Y-y-you can't s-spank me!” I cried frantically, “I-I'll tell my dad!”
“He's already told me I have complete authority to discipline you in any way I see fit,” she snapped as she jerked my pajama bottoms down, revealing my tiny pen-is before her for the first time. The shocked look on her beautiful face clearly revealed that she'd never seen one that small but she quickly recovered and threw me over her lap.
“No-no-no!” I wailed as I looked up to see Megan framed by the bedroom doorway, smiling down at me in gleeful anticipation.
I felt my child-sized pen-is mash against Desiree's firm, bare thighs as she positioned me, making sure my feet didn't quite reach the floor. I squealed in helpless fear, waving my hands around as I felt the cool, smooth surface of the paddle slowly rubbing against my now defenseless cheeks.
“Brian, I've always thought you were very childish from the moment I met you. So I bought this paddle just for you and now you're going to get the childish punishment you've so rightly earned,” she growled.
I squealed again and struggled against her hold but she held me with a grip of steel as her other hand swooped up, bringing the paddle down with all her strength against my twitching, bare bottom.
SMACKK!!!
My mouth opened but my voice momentarily left me.
SMACKK!!!
This time, I howled at the top of my lungs in agony as the cruel paddle seared itself across both my tender cheeks, leaving another bright red oval pattern. Hot tears spilled down my face as I openly cried like a baby, my feet kicking wildly behind me. Desiree smacked my cheeks good and hard, over and over, delivering the strict, humiliating punishment she had promised. Slapping the ground desperately before me, I bawled like a toddler as she peppered my soft bottom with her hard, unforgiving paddle. Hot, swollen welts soon covered both cheeks and she moved her attention to the pink sides, using her seasoned wrist to slap them harshly.
Megan watched with immense satisfaction, obviously pleased that I was getting my just punishment for all the childish taunts I had made at her expense. This, without a doubt, was the most humiliating experience of my entire life as her mom spanked me like a naughty little boy. I knew it would be several days before I would be able to sit again.
Again and again, the hard paddle flattened my youthful bottom, each fierce swat like a salvo of buckshot.
Finally, Desiree stopped her assault on my derriere and she paused as I helplessly sobbed and cried, unable to control myself.
“Now, if you hadn't lied to me, your punishment would be over,” she said as she rubbed the smooth paddle across my scalded, flaming skin, “but since you were a dishonest little sissy with me, now you're going to get some additional swats.”
I stammered and blubbered out a protest just as her paddle came crashing down again, blistering my cherry red bottom and making it explode with fire. I kicked wildly even as she smacked my buns repeatedly with vicious retribution.
At long last, she stopped and put the paddle aside. I couldn't stop my crying and Megan looked down at me with neither sympathy or respect.
Standing me up, Desiree looked me hard in my eyes which were filled with fresh tears. Bawling like a baby, I grabbed my pajama bottoms and swiftly raised them to try and hide my tiny pen-is from the two of them.
“You and I are going shopping little boy,” she told me firmly as she waved the paddle at me, “We need to get you a supply of diapers and baby panties since you obviously can't be trusted with adult underwear.”
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