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, Pat's step parental unit, Chris, and Pat's parental unit, Robin.  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.

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Stepparent Correction

By

YLeeCoyote@juno.com

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 step parental 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 step parental 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 step parental 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 call for food delivery.  After studying for the big exams the following week, Pat went to bed.  Later Pat had to tell the parental unit that the step parental unit had not left any information of planned activities when the call came.

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.© YLeeCoyote

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 step parental 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:

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 step parental 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 the teen had gotten were not satisfactory.  Then 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 living room 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 step parental unit, spanking the kid but the other way around.  Robin moved to watch and saw that was indeed the case.  The parental unit 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 spank much harder." said Pat with a smile.

Chris started to cry – again.

The End

© Copyright A.I.L., March 29 and April 6, 2000

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