[This story involves bodily functions amid some disciplining. If that bothers you, please read no further. All characters are 18 or over.]
My life sank into a downward spiral just two months after I turned 18. My dad suddenly decided to remarry, just a year after my mom died in a freak accident. My new stepmother, Adrienne, was 27 years old, very attractive and a true blonde. She had definite ideas about everything, including me.
Not long after they wed, and she came to live in our house, my dad called me in and told me that he had given Adrienne complete authority over me, beginning with her control of my finances, namely, my allowance. I'd been used to spending for whatever I felt I needed. I didn't think I'd abused my credit card to any great extent, but Adrienne, at our first little meeting to lay out her new rules, told me that I would have to clear any expenditure over $15 with her.
This made me realize that things were changing at home and changing fast. She told me that my room was a mess, and that I had three days to put it in order. I looked at her as if she had just landed from some distant planet.
I then made the mistake of challenging her directly: "So what happens if I can't get that done?"
She looked right into my eyes with a steely gaze: "Don't try me. You'll be a very sorry boy."
I didn't take well her calling me a boy at the grand old age of 18. Adrienne dressed nicely but neither overly formal nor sleazy in any way. In fact, I was totally turned on by her and one time I was in my parents' ensuite bathroom--I'd always used that sometimes because it was closer to my room than the main bathroom--I saw a pair of her worn panties on the tub edge. I couldn't resist picking them up.
They were pale blue with a white cotton crotch, and I almost started sniffing them there without thinking about what I was doing. Sure enough, I was so lost in smelling her lovely feminine odors emanating from the panties when suddenly, she burst in--the door was open--and surprised me.
"I figured you were a little panty-sniffer, and I was right!" she said with a sneer. She sat down on the toilet, rucked up her skirt, pulled her panties down on her thighs, and patted her lap.
She had me in the classic spanking position and I was almost numb from both shock and fear. I didn't want to be spanked by my stepmother. It was just the worst thing that could have happened. I foresaw being dominated by her from now on. And the worst part was that it seemed to turn me on. After all, she had taken down her panties and although I could barely see her pussy, I knew it was on display and I did catch a glimpse of her dark pubes. Yes, I had immediately gotten a hard-on.
She started spanking the seat of my pants with a firm hand. After a few spanks, it really started to hurt. She managed to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my trousers, then when she unzipped my fly, my pants fell down and I was over her lap in just my tighty-whiteys. But that was only a brief semi-reprieve. I felt her fingers--actually, her thumbs--in the waistband of my underpants and they were pulled down to just above my knees.
The spanking renewed with a vengeance. Adrienne now spanked me on alternate cheeks, and it really was hurting. I couldn't control my groaning and then she had me crying. It was the absolute pits. She clearly was intent not only on subjugating me but also embarrassing, and yes, humiliating me.
I felt her fingers move down between my legs and softly stroke my pulsing hard-on. It was awful to accept that I was being betrayed by my cock. She ran her nail just as softly over my balls and then up my shaft to the tip. I must have already released some precum because she rubbed something wet around the tip.
It was now clear to me that she was going to make me lose control and spurt on her lap. Suddenly, I heard a stream that meant she was peeing into the bowl right under me. I could smell her pee and that just turned me on more. I couldn't believe she was actually peeing under my body lying across her lap. She kept playing with my cock, and that nail running very lightly up my shaft and down my balls to the base really had me hot and bothered. I now realized in an instant that I was going to lose it: I was about to cum on her thighs.
She was saying what a dirty little boy I was. She spanked me a little more and then I felt her finger poke lightly then harder into my bottom. She was pressing it into my asshole. I worried that it might come out dirty and then she would berate me for that. But it also excited me, so much that I now felt myself passing the point of no return: I spurted several times and knew that my cum would be all over her thighs.
I had that horrible feeling when you know you will cum when you don't want to, but you know it's going to happen. And happen it did. I was hanging over her lap, or her thighs, I should say, and I knew my goo was there on her bare legs. I guess if it had hit her panties, who knows, maybe I could've made her pregnant.
"Oh, you really are a dirty boy," she almost shouted at me, as she must've felt my cum hit her thighs. Before I came, I was too afraid for my mind to think about what a great fuck she must be. My dad must enjoy getting his rod into her snatch whenever he wants.
I'd had a bad experience when I thought I was going to get to fuck my girlfriend, Sherry. We were going at it hot and heavy, and I was harder than I'd ever been. We had found this great place in her house when everyone in her family was away at some family function a plane ride away. I carefully undressed her, and we were both almost ready. I had everything off but my tee, which she lovingly pulled slowly over my head and then I gently took her panties down and off.
I was getting to see in daylight that pussy I had fingered so many times. I had sniffed and licked my fingers on my way home after every date when she let me get my hands in her pants and in her pussy. This was the time we were going to do it for real. I had never done it with a girl for whom it was her first time. I only wanted to do it because we had been going together for a long time.
I pushed my prick right at what looked like her vaginal opening, and it wouldn't budge. I knew I would have to do it harder, but I really didn't want to hurt her. I pushed harder again, and she started to cry. I stopped, and said I would never hurt her, so she said, let's try it again later.
Meanwhile, Adrienne had ordered me to stand up and made me look the other way as she wiped her pussy. Actually, she wasn't doing that. I realized she thought I was such a nonentity that she was sitting on the pot still. It finally came to me that she was trying to take a shit. Wow, now I had never seen a girl do that. I wasn't seeing it now either. I figured if I looked at her, just to see between her legs, she would really give it to me but good.
I heard a plop and I looked, and she was wiping down between her legs.
"Oh, you better turn around right now, or you'll be in even bigger trouble!" she said with a very threatening tone in her voice. She hurriedly pulled up her panties. I bet she did it so fast that she may have stained her panties because I figured she had to be the kind of woman who wipes several times.
She picked up her pale blue panties, the ones she had caught me sniffing, and took me by the hand and walked me into her bedroom, which was right there. It was really hers and Dad's, but it looked more like hers.
She told me to get up on the bed on all fours. I felt ridiculous with my bare ass staring her in the face. She picked up a little black graphite rod and laid it on my bottom. Then she drew it back and just started whacking me with it. I figured this was just about as nasty as a cane and yes, it hurt like hell. Adrienne kept on smacking me with it for some time; she probably hit me at least 30 times.
"I guess you didn't like that a whole lot," she said with a threatening tone in her voice. "You'd better get used to it, though, because now I'm going to make sure you toe the line around here."
She sat down on the side of the bed and took off her panties. Then she spread her legs and told me to get down on my knees in front of her. I found myself staring into her very enticing crotch. She had dark pubic hair and her puffy lips looked inviting.
In my dreams, I thought about fucking her. That was sort of crazy because she had just caned me hard and seemed to have nothing but contempt for me as a panty sniffer. But at least, I thought, I was getting to see her cunt and now she told me to get my tongue out and lick her right in there.
I responded to her command and started licking her snatch. It tasted nice and femmy, big surprise! But I do know that some girls don't keep themselves all that pristine down there--and I'm not even thinking about the ones who have creampies seeping out of their holes all the time from screwing--and she did taste nice.
I focused on lightly touching the tip of her big red clit with my tongue, very softly. This seemed to turn her on and she told me to keep doing that in a voice that was getting huskier by the moment. Finally, she started moving her ass and I could tell that she was getting wetter: when I licked all the way down her split to her hole, I could tell that it was wetter and hotter.
