How did it feel when my stepmother initiated a spanking regimen for me, doctor?

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Okay, Miss Pamela then…

Well, my father had been very indulgent toward me before he died in a plane crash shortly before my eighth birthday. He wouldn't let Mom physically discipline me even though my stepsisters were spanked by her, so I suppose it seemed fair–at least until it started.

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Because I got spanked much more often and more severely than they did, Miss Pamela.

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At least once a week, often twice and occasionally three times, compared to once every couple months for them.

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Because what were considered spanking offenses for me usually just earned them a verbal reprimand, they had to seriously misbehave to get spanked.

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Sassing Mom, not obeying her immediately, having a messy room, neglecting my chores, being mean to my stepsisters or fighting with them–verbally or physically.

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Veronica was five years older than me, Victoria two years older, Valleri two years younger.

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They'd have to be point-blank disobedient or outright insulting to her or get into physical fights with one another, otherwise she'd just reprimand them and maybe threaten a spanking.

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If she claimed I started it, Mom took her word over mine. I needed another stepsister to verify my account, which rarely happened, and even then I was also spanked for fighting back. If it was just verbal insulting on both our parts, she'd be reprimanded but I'd be spanked.

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Until my tenth birthday I was punished in Mom's bedroom, I'd have to put on my pajamas and report to her there. She'd put me across her lap, pull my PJ bottoms down to my knees and then smack my bare behind. I'd get maybe twenty handspanks as a warmup, then she'd switch to her heavy wooden hairbrush for the main event.

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At least forty for a mild offense, up to around eighty for the most serious ones–that's a lot for an eight-year-old and she whacked my bottom HARD, Miss Pamela.

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Usually I'd be sniffling before she even started, but I'd be all-out bawling by the tenth swat of the brush.

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They were supposedly allowed to listen outside, but Mom always left the door ajar so they actually got to watch by opening it partway. Her back was to the doorway when she sat on the ottoman to paddle me so she could ignore their peeping.

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She hadn't seen anything, that's what she stated when I complained, then she said that I shouldn't make unproven accusations against my stepsisters and put me back over her lap for a couple dozen more bare-assed hairbrush whacks, extra-hard ones. I never mentioned it again, even though my stepsisters' teasing made it obvious they'd been observing.

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About how bright red my bottom turned plus my kicking and squirming over Mom's lap, those things they couldn't know by only overhearing my butt-blistering. They also taunted me about my "babyboy" blubbering, which they would've heard even through the door.

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No, when Mom spanked one of them her bedroom door was closed and locked. I could listen outside, that was allowed.

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They did too, although they made a point of reminding me that they found witnessing my spankings "a whole lot more fun."

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It generally depended on the girl's age, in her mid-teens perhaps forty smacks, early teens thirty, preteens twenty and under ten maybe fifteen.

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Pretty soundly, but my stepsisters were only handspanked over their panties so it didn't hurt nearly as much as my paddlings with Mom's hairbrush. They might be sobbing slightly upon leaving the bedroom but that was all. Victoria always looked me in the eye while saying "I don't bawl like a baby" after she'd been spanked.

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Only once, and I ended up regretting it big-time.

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It was two months into my spanking regimen, Mom had already walloped me at least a dozen times, then Veronica got herself handspanked over her panties. Mom heard me teasing her about it afterward and immediately sentenced me to punishment for being mean to my stepsister.

Veronica didn't watch me get it from the hallway though, Mom had her sit on the end of the bed so she could look directly into my face while I was being walloped. She giggled when my PJ bottoms were lowered to expose my derriere, then Mom gave me the usual warmup handspanking followed by over forty stinging swats with her hairbrush while Veronica gloated and I wailed.

Mom asked my thirteen-year-old stepsister if she thought I'd had enough paddling, but Veronica shook her head so Mom administered twelve more whacks with the brush; Mom asked her again but she said "No way!" so my sizzling seat got another dozen fiery swats. Third time was the charm because Veronica finally took pity on me and told Mom that I'd had enough.

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How did it feel, facing my smug stepsister while she sentenced me to more hairbrushing over Mom's lap? I was totally humbled, feeling so helpless–Veronica could extend my punishment at her whim. Mom made me apologize for my teasing but then I was forgiven and they both hugged me tightly.

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Yes, I was always treated affectionately after being spanked although my stepsisters would first taunt me about my chastisement. Strangely enough I was downright pampered by my stepsisters when I wasn't being disciplined, I got lots of sisterly kisses and embraces. Except for my spanking regimen, I was treated fairly and caringly by Mom.

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They'd thought I was a spoiled brat and had resented me when the punishment paradigm was in my favor. When it turned overwhelmingly against me, I was soundly spanked into becoming a sibling who was sweet to his sisters and obedient to his mother, someone they could love and accept as a true brother. However, they felt that I needed frequent corporal punishment to keep me that way, including the embarrassment of the girls watching my bare-bottom blisterings and mercilessly teasing me about them.

When I turned ten the embarrassment factor was dramatically increased in order to keep me being the good boy they cherished.

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One of my birthday presents was a 'Doctor Denton' sleeper outfit, it was butter yellow with the classic footies and three-button 'trap door' seat. Mom made me model it for my stepsisters as they tittered in amusement, then she announced that it was to be my punishment uniform and that my future spankings would be given openly in the family room with my sisters expected to observe. Since I'd reached the double digits in age, Mom explained, I could expect my chastisements to be longer and harder; she also noted that the razor strop was being added as an instrument of my corporal correction.

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No, along WITH her hairbrush, Miss Pamela. I'd bend over the sofa arm, Mom would assign a stepsister to unbutton and lower my seat flap, then she'd leather my bare behind with the razor strop before putting me over her lap for a long, hard hairbrush walloping.

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Between forty and sixty with the strap, at least eighty hairbrush whacks but often over a hundred, depending on the offense.

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"Extremely emphatic" was Mom's favorite term for the intensity of my butt-blisterings, which was totally accurate. I was wailing after ten licks from that wicked strop.

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Mom also introduced cornertime, nose touching in and hands together behind me so I had to lean forward and make my red rear end push backward. I spent ten minutes that way between the strapping and hairbrushing parts of my punishment and twenty minutes afterward. During the second cornertime my stepsisters took turns delivering a half-dozen cracks with the strop to my naked buttcheeks at five-minute intervals to "refresh the sting," as Mom put it.

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Valleri at the five-minute mark, Victoria at ten minutes, Venonica at fifteen.

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As hard as they could, they showed no mercy in swinging that licking leather. They taunted me throughout the whole time, especially about how I "bawled like a babyboy" and how brightly my bottom was glowing.

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Hugs and kisses, sweetness and forgiveness, although I was playfully teased about my "hot hiney" and "sore seat" at the next meal. Mom always massaged aloe cream onto my roughened skin at bedtime the next couple nights.

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Partly, but she also wanted my posterior staying sensitive so that my spankings would hurt more.

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On my tenth birthday, wearing my brand-spanking-new punishment outfit, I recieved a birthday spanking from all four females, bent over their laps with my 'trap door' down. I got ten handspanks plus "one to grow on" on each bare cheek, so twenty-two smacks total from each spanker.

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As hard as they were able, including Mom, although it was supposedly in fun–they were all laughing the whole time. According to Mom, "each cheeky is ten years ago, so each gets a full spanking."

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Just sniffling somewhat, I was accustomed to much worse.

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No, not even Valleri. It's not a problem with balanced positioning, I'm certain you'd know about that, Miss Pamela…

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I understand that, ma'am, please accept my apology.

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No, only I got birthday spankings.

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Beside adding the strop and making my chastisements longer and even harder, Mom began to include other female witnesses when possible.

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Our next-door neighbors, Leah and Ramona, and my cousin Marie.

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Leah was thirteen, Ramona eleven and Marie my own age.

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They were sworn to secrecy, they'd lose their viewing privileges if anyone else found out. Mom would ask them over to "watch a new video," that was the code phrase.

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Not as far as I know, my stepsisters regularly reminded them about keeping quiet.

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They just got to watch and giggle, except if one of my stepsisters wasn't there–then Marie gave me her six "freshening" licks with the strop.

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It seemed to make Leah and Ramona like me better and Marie became my closest companion. They still gloated when I got my bare buns walloped though, and Marie really strapped me good when called upon.

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Leah and Ramona maybe three-quarters of them, Marie over nine-tenths. If they were just momentarily unavailable, Mom would postpone my punishment–likewise for my stepsisters.

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Until I left for college, but even then I could expect regular bare-ass blisterings when back home on break.

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Whenever they were available, although that was less often as they got older.

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I got a new 'Doctor Denton' outfit every other birthday–twelve was crimson, fourteen scarlet and sixteen magenta. Mom joked that they'd serve as "a color guideline for Stephan's fanny" during my spankings. She added new implements to her punitive arsenal on each even-numbered birthday too.

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A Spencer paddle, one with small beveled holes in the wood, at twelve; a rubber school stap at fourteen; a rattan cane at sixteen.

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At least three per punishment session, and several times all five, but she'd always finish up with me being hairbrushed across her knees. There was cornertime between each implement and afterward; the "sting refreshing" strop strokes were increased to a dozen each time when I turned fourteen.

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Mainly that each stepsister assumed disciplinary authority over me on her sixteenth birthday.

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She was restricted to using two other implements besides the hairbrush, which she had to finish with, but otherwise could spank me at her discretion.

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Exactly like Mom's punishments including the other witnesses.

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Yes, there was a ceremony on her sixteenth birthday in which I was put over her lap wearing my punishment uniform, then she lowered my seat flap and administered a 'combined birthday spanking' with her own hairbrush.

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Add up the five ages–Mom's, the girls' and mine–and I got that many swats on each bare cheek.

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Yes to both questions–extremely forceful whacks and I cried plenty.

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They still have that authority whenever they're around to use it–so does Mom.

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Ramona since she's my wife, Leah as my sister-in-law and Marie, who was given it on her eighteenth birthday.

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How does it feel now? I wouldn't have it any other way…