It had been a long day with all the hullabaloo surrounding the wedding.  Owen had been surprised at how fast things happened.  It had just been only a couple of months ago that his father had told him that he had met an ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC WOMAN whom he was now dating.  He had wondered about such exuberance less than a year after their tragic loss of wife and mother.© YLeeCoyote

Then just a month later came the even more surprising news of the wedding.  The surprises continued when he met his stepmother to be.  Heather was a beautiful young lady.  At twenty-four she was closer to his age of fifteen than his father’s thirty-eight although he looked much younger.

The whirlwind continued and suddenly it was the wedding day.  It was like the weddings he had seen on TV but without the stupid, idiotic chaos of sitcons which he was thankful for.  He was even more thankful for Rosalind, his new stepmother’s cousin who was his age.  The two of them ignored their strange new relationship and luxuriated in each others company.

The two youths were most definitely enjoying each other’s company in his room when Heather burst in.  She was appalled at finding the two kids together drinking and being too close.  From personal experience she knew what that could lead to.

Immediately she commenced lecturing the errant pair as a concerned new mom albeit a stepmom felt duty-bound to do.

Owen then learnt what the fury of his spanking-new stepmother, still in her original bridal wrappings, could bring.  He quickly withered under her severe tongue lashing about his most improper conduct especially having a girl in his room and compounded by underage drinking evidenced by the two half-empty wine glasses on the table.

Owen was dumbfounded when she grabbed his belt and opened it.  This was then instantly followed by her doing the same with his fancy dress pants required for the wedding.  He tried talking but could only stammer as she yanked them down with his underpants before sitting on the bed and pulling him over her lap as the surprised Rosalind watched with saucer eyes.

The spanks that followed were indescribably hard and painful and seemingly uncountable.  His tail was being turned into a major pain center as she continued to spank hard.  This was his first spanking but it fit the descriptions that he had read in the older stories so he was certain that his butt was fiery red-hot which it certainly was.

Owen learnt first hand, er, cheek that the pain was immense and he was crying when she finally stopped.  As she left she said: “And we will talk about your misbehavior tomorrow, young man.”

It was then that she ordered the girl to go to her room where her worried parents were waiting.  Rosalind dashed off in a panic while Heather called her anxious parents and reported the disgusting liaison.  It was only then that the youth realized that the wonderful girl had witnessed his humiliating bare butt spanking and crying.

After a while he stopped sobbing and had enough sense to get a bucket of ice from the ice machine in the hall to help cool down the raging infernal in his butt.

After getting to bed his head was filled with scary tales of stepmothers from hell.  He would have speak with his dad to prohibit any repeats.

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It had also been a long day for the newlyweds but at last they were alone together in their own room being dewy-eyed at each other.  This was the second attempt for the matter of a missing young lady had delayed things.

Milquetoast was in for a great big shock for his newly minted bride was furious at him.  “Your behavior this evening was so outrageous as to bring shame on us.  I saw you constantly and shamefully flirting with other women.  I will not stand for such disgraceful conduct and it shall be promptly punished to prevent further occurrences.” she explained sharply.

The man was thunderstruck and with some stuttering almost said “Yes, my dear.”  But even this was met with even more shocks.  Heather was far from finished dealing with her groom’s outrageous conduct which had shamed her in front of friends and family and she continued: “I thought that this first spanking would just be a maintenance spanking as I promised you but, instead, it will be real punishment spanking and  it will be memorable.”

In two shakes of a lamb tail, she sat on the couch and easily opened Milquetoast’s pants which she pulled down along with his undies.  A yank and a push had the bare butted groom over her lap.  She held him in position with a hand on his hip.  Her other hand, attached to her killer tennis-serve arm, was raised to deliver the first memorable spank.

That first whack elicited a loud yelp.  She responded with two more hard spanks.  Milquetoast tried to protest but got a lecture instead about the rules of marriage.  In simplest terms, “I’m the boss and when you fail to obey or show proper respect you shall be spanked like this.”  The spanks rained down like the heaviest rainfall turning his bottom into a hot crimson major pain center as he howled loudly.

There was also a major and permanent change in how Milquetoast saw his new wife for his member was like when he was a teenager – rock hard.  He did not understand why but apparently had liked what had happened.

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As Owen lay in his bed nursing his flaming tail, he learnt that the hotel walls were thin and porous to sound.  He heard his stepmom yelling at his dad and then the sounds of a spanking.  Spanks harder than those that he had just experienced by that woman.  It was immediately clear that his roasted butt dad would never be able to prevent his stepmother from spanking him.  Life would surely be different from now on.