Pete had just graduated high school and was living at his dad's house, working and saving money for college. His dad had gotten divorced during Pete's senior year and remarried a few months back. Pete's new stepmom was a beautiful woman in her mid-forties, very sweet and kind to Pete. He found it awkward to call this bombshell mom, but she insisted, and he became more comfortable with it over time. She always wore skimpy clothing around the house, teasing him constantly. After a while, Pete gave up trying to hide his erections anymore.
She knew he was attracted to her from the start and didn't mind the attention. In fact, she enjoyed the power she had over him and leaned into it, wearing her various revealing tanks and shorts when he was home. Not only that, but she also exemplified the sweet, loving maternal role that Pete had never received before. He loved her and yearned to be loved by her.
Pete's strict religious background offered no room for emotional connection. Broken rules were met with anger and swift punishment. Pete learned how to perform to keep everyone in his life happy, or at least temporarily satisfied. This underdeveloped part of him created an emptiness that evolved into an emotional need. His stepmom's kind, loving nature and availability opened this deep desire for maternal connection within him.
Pete's fear of his mother's harsh physical punishments eventually transformed into a subconscious desire to regain control over those fears, leading to a curiosity about spanking. This curiosity combined with his stepmom's affectionate nature developed into a sexual need. Naturally, he eroticized his stepmom as a disciplinarian who would take him over her knee for bare-bottom spankings.
His desire grew and, over time, grew into an obsession. He jerked off constantly to visions of being spanked by his stepmom. Every time he saw her holding a wooden spoon or hairbrush, it drove him crazy. He tried telling her in subtle ways so that he could back out if needed, but the hints never landed. He couldn't bring himself to tell his desires to her directly.
He felt like he was going crazy and had to do something, so he devised a plan. He wanted her to "accidentally" find out about his desires. Dad was gone for the day, and his stepmom was doing household chores. Pete pulled up his favorite spanking video on his phone, showing a young adult his age over a woman's knee, getting his bare ass spanked with a hairbrush. He left the video paused with his phone unlocked and set it face down on the kitchen counter. He went to his room and flipped on his Xbox; his body filled with jitters as he waited.
A couple of hours later, his stepmom knocked on his door. "Hi, honey. I'm just dropping off your phone. You left it on the counter," she said, handing him his phone. He looked up at her and locked eyes for a second. Her knowing look sent chills through his body. She left the room, and he checked his phone. Sure enough, the video wasn't paused where he'd left it. It was paused on the credits at the end. She had seen the whole thing. Nervous excitement filled his chest, not knowing what to do next. He hadn't thought out his plan past this point.
It had all come together for her. While clearing the counter, she picked up the phone and noticed what was on the screen. She watched the video with her hand to her mouth in surprise and concern. She was reminded of some of the out-of-place comments that Pete had made, referencing spanking. The comments didn't really make sense to her at the time, but they all make sense now. She wondered if he purposely left the video on for her to see, but it didn't really matter. She was happy to give him exactly what he so desperately wanted.
The following week, Pete came home from work. He passed his stepmom in the kitchen on his way to his room. "Hi, honey," she greeted sweetly, holding her gaze for an extended period of time. She looked extra fine today in a low-cut tank top and shorts, her dark hair pulled back in a cute ponytail. He had a hard time even meeting her eyes. He entered his room and immediately noticed a handwritten note sitting on his computer keyboard. He quickly closed the door and picked up the piece of paper.
"Hi, Petey,
I saw a video on your phone the other day when you left it on the counter. It was a video of a young man your age being spanked on his bare bottom over the lap of a woman. I wouldn't have thought twice about it, except you've been hinting to me that this is something you want. Don't bother trying to deny it. I searched your internet history today and found some very interesting content... and ideas. Honey, if you wanted a spanking, you should've asked me. I'd be more than happy to give you a spanking. Dad won't be home until tomorrow. If you truly want this, I want you to come back downstairs and ask me properly for a spanking like you should've in the first place.
Love, Mom."
Pete set the note down, his hands shaking nervously. He took a quick shower and got dressed in a loose-fitting shirt and shorts. He slowly made his way downstairs to find his stepmom leaning against the counter with a wooden spoon in her hand.
"Hi, Mom," he greeted timidly.
"Hi, hon," she said sweetly, holding his gaze with her stunning smile. There was a long pause as she patiently waited for him to gather himself.
"Would, um,... Can you give me a spanking?"
"Yes, dear," she replied softly and lovingly. "I would be honored to give you a spanking."
Relief washed over him, and with his lip quivering, he ran into her arms, hugging her tightly. She directed his head to her chest, and he buried his face between her breasts, tears welling up in his eyes. His body shuddered at the release of tension that had built up for so long. She held him for a few minutes, rubbing his head and neck.
"It's okay, hon. Your spanking hasn't even started," she joked, seeing a tear fall down his cheek. She wiped his cheek dry with her shirt. "Let's go to your bedroom."
He nodded and released her. He walked slowly up the stairs with her trailing behind him. Looking to the side, he saw in his peripheral vision the wooden spoon she held loosely in her hand. His bottom tingled as he walked through his bedroom door.
She sat on the edge of his bed and set the spoon aside, motioning for him to come close. He stood in front of her silently, the bulge in his shorts on full display. He didn't bother covering it up.
"How long have you wanted this, dear?" she asked.
"A very long time."
"And when did you start desiring me?"
"The moment you first stepped into our house."
She smiled and shook her head. "Did you purposely leave your phone out for me to see that video?" she asked curiously.
"Yes, ma'am," he admitted.
"Well, I'm flattered to be the one to put such a handsome young man over my knee," she said, grinning up at him.
He laughed a little and shyly looked down, his heart filled with desire for her.
"Come here," she said, patting her bare thigh. "Lay across my lap."
He carefully laid himself over her legs. She pulled him snugly to her, adjusting him so his penis nestled between her legs. She rubbed his clothed bottom while her other hand curled around his outside hip, holding him close to her. She began lightly smacking his bottom, alternating cheeks. He slowly moved back and forth, grinding himself on her thighs as she continued with the soft spanks.
She increased the speed and intensity until she was consistently smacking him pretty hard. He was incredibly aroused as soft moans escaped his mouth after each spank. She tugged on his hips, directing him to lift them, and slid his shorts halfway down his thighs. She pushed him back down to her thighs and lightly rubbed his bottom in a circular motion.
He pushed his ass up into her hand, encouraging her to keep going. She continued to massage it, slapping it occasionally. She ran her fingers between his legs, making him moan and open his legs. She pressed her fingers against his balls, gently prodding as he moved with her hand. She felt very powerful, being able to move his entire body by just applying pressure with her fingers.
She started slapping his ass with her hand a little harder this time. The sound was much crisper over his thin underwear, and her hand eventually began to produce a wonderful, consistent sting. He lay there quietly, enjoying the mild pain and listening to the hypnotic cadence of the smacks. After a couple of minutes, she stopped spanking and started massaging his bottom again.
She moved her hand to his back, lightly brushing her hand up and down it, going lower and lower with each downstroke, until she slipped her hand under the band of his underwear. She ran her hand under the band around his hips and back, her hands playing and teasing him. He raised his hips as she reached around him again, brushing his rock-hard penis with her hand. Hooking her fingers on the band, she slowly slipped his underwear down to meet his shorts.
