diana 9

Deb had somehow made it through her whole life without being spanked. Part of that was because her mother had passed when she was just twelve and her heartbroken father hadn't the courage to punish her when she needed it. He'd spoiled her rotten so that by the time she was eighteen, she was insufferable.

She was very pretty, though a little "robust" (as she preferred to think of it). She enjoyed eating and hated exercising. She was careful to not get fat, but she was definitely on the big side. Her waist was slender, but she had broad hips and a large bottom to go with a heavy bosom. This had never been a problem, for men loved her voluptuous figure. Deb enjoyed life and partied all summer after her graduation, postponing any decision about college.

But as she explored her educational options, her father surprised her with the news that he was getting married. He'd been dating the woman for a while. Deb knew Colleen, but hadn't thought much of her. She was an older woman, nearly her father's age, and thus, from Deb's perspective, irrelevant.

Except that suddenly she was going to be Deb's stepmother. That didn't mean much to Deb, who hadn't had a mother in years, and it never occurred to her that Colleen would take her new role seriously.

About a week before the wedding there was a family sit-down. Colleen revealed she was extremely critical of Deb's wild behavior and announced that after the marriage things were going to change. Deb laughed and rolled her eyes and looked at her father for support, but to her dismay, he was fully behind his fiancé. Now his lackadaisical parenting style backfired on Deb, for he put the entire matter in Colleen's hands.

"You'll obey your new mother and that's that," he said firmly.

Deb argued, but there was no budging him. She was even more appalled to find out that Colleen would be in charge of her finances. Instead of Deb being able to wrangle cash from her dad any time she wanted, now she had to go through her step-mom, and clearly Colleen was intending to keep the purse strings tied shut.

Deb was devastated. The wedding came and went and during the honeymoon, she brooded. Without her dad's money she had no way to live - she couldn't afford college or to move out. Colleen had said Deb could stay at home as long as she wanted, as long as she followed the new rules. The new rules were awful: there was a curfew, chores, and even a cap on cell phone use. Deb didn't know what she was going to do.

When her parents were back home, her father threw himself back into his work, as he always had. But this time, instead of enjoying her freedom, Deb wished he was around more. Without him there, she was entirely at the mercy of Colleen who monitored Deb's every move.

Then it got worse. After her second time coming home after curfew, Deb was pounced upon by Colleen. She confronted the girl the next day. "If you don't follow the rules, there will be consequences."

"What are you going to do, spank me?" laughed Deb.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do!"

Deb stared at her stepmom in disbelief. She had to be joking, regardless of how serious she appeared. Deb ignored the warning and two nights later, arrived home well after one in the morning.

Colleen was waiting. "After breakfast, you're going to get a sound spanking, young lady. You were warned and you didn't obey."

"You can't spank me," cried Deb. "That's ridiculous. I'm eighteen. I'm an adult."

"If you want to continue living here, you'll abide by the rules and suffer the consequences when you break them. If not, adios!"

Deb thought about this that night. She wasn't even sure what Colleen meant by spanking - it didn't sound that bad, just horribly embarrassing - but Deb realized she was in a weak position. Her spendthrift ways had left her with no money, and if she was thrown out, where would she go? Most of her close friends had moved away for college, and though she didn't doubt she could find a large number of men who'd put her up and take care of her, she didn't want the obligations that kind of relationship implied.

Besides, wasn't Colleen's ultimatum toothless? She wouldn't really throw Deb out onto the street. Deb's father wouldn't allow that. At least, that's what Deb told herself, but deep down she was concerned. Her father had changed so much after Colleen came into his life. Deb was no longer sure what the man would do. She considered appealing to him over the ridiculous concept of spanking, but Deb was too ashamed to bring it up. She decided she'd just discuss the matter with Colleen in the morning.

But suddenly Colleen was there, shaking Deb awake at eight a.m. Her father had already left for work, so they were alone. Deb was still in a sleep fog and not particularly lucid. She had a headache from the party and said some nasty things to her stepmom. Her plans for a rational conversation with Colleen went out the window when she saw the woman holding up a four-by-twelve slab of polished pine.

"This is the paddle my mom spanked me with all through high school and college," said Colleen sternly. "And now it's going to teach you a valuable lesson about obedience."

"Fuck you-" Deb started to say, but the next thing she knew, she was flat across Colleen's lap. Deb was a solid girl, but Colleen was even bigger and handled the teen easily. The shorts Deb wore at night were dragged down, revealing her plump, naked behind. Suddenly she was wide awake and scared. She tried to fight, but it was too late. She was pinned across her stepmother's legs and helpless.

Colleen was left-handed and slammed the paddle down hard against Deb's ass. There was an explosion and a blast of stinging pain. Deb yelled loudly. Her left buttock bore the brunt of the smack, but having never been spanked in her life, Deb thought her entire ass was on fire.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked, astonished at how much just a single slap with the hard board hurt. Then she writhed and shook her ass as the wood pounded down, over and over, sizzling her rump. In just seconds Deb was sobbing, the tears flowing like the Mississippi. She'd never experienced anything like this before and she didn't like it one bit.

Colleen was an experienced spanker, having grown kids of her own, and having grown up in a spanking household. She didn't spare Deb a single swat. She spanked and spanked and spanked, landing the wooden paddle all over every inch of Deb's butt. It was a long, thorough spanking, severe for a child, but fully appropriate for a big eighteen-year-old woman. Deb thought she was being murdered, but she was just left with a steaming hot bottom as red as a tomato.

Deb lay on her bed and cried for nearly thirty minutes afterward. Then she slept until lunch time. Her bottom was still amazingly hot and sore then, but she decided that the experience had not been fatal. At Colleen's command, Deb got up, showered, dressed, and came downstairs for lunch. She obeyed without even thinking about it, it not even occurring her to do something else.

She meekly sat at the table and nibbled at her ham sandwich. Then she realized she was hungry and wolfed it down followed by a whole bowl of broccoli-cheddar soup.

"How are you feeling?" asked Colleen.

"I hate you," muttered Deb.

"You'd better be polite unless you want another dose of the paddle."

Deb shuddered. "I'm sorry," she whispered sullenly. "You... you didn't have to spank me so hard!"

"I gave you a routine, ordinary spanking. If you want to see the difference, I can give you a hard spanking so you can compare."

Deb glared at the woman. "Are you serious? That was just a regular spanking?"

"Yes, one for minor offenses. I should have spanked you harder and longer, for missing curfew is serious, but I knew it was your first spanking so I went easy on you."

Deb shook her long dark hair. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was the most painful experience of her life, and Colleen was talking as though it was a minor punishment.

"I never want to go through that again," she said vehemently.

"Then you'll just have to obey and follow the rules and you'll never be spanked again."

Deb didn't like that, but spanking was worse, so she resigned herself to obedience.

That lasted less than a week.

There were a few warnings when she approached the line, and just a reminder that her bottom was dangerously close to another warming sent her scurrying to obey. But Deb was accustomed to doing whatever she wanted. Cutting that off cold turkey was hard.

She chaffed all week and on the sixth day, she got into a terrible argument with Colleen and ignored the warnings. It wasn't until the stepmother showed up with the paddle that Deb realized her mistake and started trying to backtrack. She apologized profusely, but it was too late.

"Once I bring out the paddle, it gets used," said Colleen firmly.

"No!" cried Deb, but she wasn't a good runner and her stepmother was blocking her way to the door. In seconds she was pinned and turned over a maternal knee. Her screams and cries meant nothing to the woman, who proceeded to spank the teen every bit as hard as she'd done the first time. The big bottom wobbled and bounced, turning bright scarlet, and Deb howled and kicked but couldn't do anything to stop the sizzle behind.

Eventually the spanking finished, and Deb wept with relief. "Oh God, that was awful," she moaned. "I'm burning up!"

"Yes, you've got a nice hot bottom," said Colleen calmly. "It's a beautiful scarlet color that will be tender for the next day or so. Hopefully that will remind you to be polite with your stepmother."

"I'm sorry. I'll never do it again, I swear!"

Deb meant it, but teenage minds have a short attention span, especially those of spoiled girls. This time she made it just over a week, but then Colleen caught her stepdaughter mixing a cocktail from the liquor cabinet.

"I was wondering where all the booze went!" cried Colleen. "You've been drinking it."

"So? I drink all the time. Dad doesn't care."

"Well I do. Now you march upstairs to your room. You're getting a spanking!"

"What? No, you can't!" protested Deb. Then she began begging and pleading for mercy. "Please, I didn't even know it was against the rules!"

"You're only eighteen and you know you're not allowed to drink," said her stepmother sternly. "Now go upstairs to your room."

"I won't!" Deb folded her arms in front of her big breasts and glared defiantly at Colleen.

"Fine. Then I'll just paddle you down here in the living room."

That sounded even worse to Deb, so she reluctantly hurried to her room. She got there just before Colleen arrived with the paddle.

"I thought you wanted to be spanked downstairs."

Deb did not. She didn't want to be spanked at all, but if she had to choose, the privacy of her bedroom was better. Her dad wasn't home, but the living room was so open and exposed it would be like getting spanked in public. For the first time since her spankings had begun, Deb cooperated with her punishment.

"Please, not too hard," she begged, lowering her jeans and obediently getting across her stepmother's lap.

But the spanking was still terrible. It lasted what seemed like hours, and left Deb with a swollen butt as big and red as a watermelon.