Troy had always been in awe of Gigi Evers ever since he was fifteen years old. She was...exotic. Tall, busty with shoulder-length brunette bob and bright golden yellow eyes. She always dressed fashionably, flaunting her wealth.
Troy first met her when his mom was dating her. It was awkward at first. Gigi was the reason why his parents divorced after his father, a god-fearing religious nut found his wife getting her butthole reamed by Gigi's thick plastic cock.
After the divorce, Gigi first moved in with his mother where Troy got used to the beautiful 23-year-old saunter around in her bikinis. Two years later, much to his mother's shock, Gigi moved in with his dad and married him.
It was at his father's mansion where Gigi grew into Troy's loved/hated role as his disciplinarian. Once his father ended up in a wheelchair, Gigi took over the role with gusto.
Right now the eighteen year old high schooler waited nervously as his stepmother finished getting her tan. Her body was now firmer and gym-toned. Troy on the other hand was very much a nerd, albeit a cute, handsome one. She wore the usual revealing black bikini that always got the boy to drool.
"Ready sweetheart?" Gigi beamed at the blonde who was just wearing a simple blue t-shirt and shorts.
"Yes Mummy," the boy replied obediently.
She was pleased with his response. "Alright buddy, go and cut me a nice whippy switch."
Troy walked over to the willow tree, deciding on a green flexible rod before making his way back over to his stepmother. She was waiting for the lad with a big bright smile. Troy didn't particularly have a bad week but Gigi loved to punish him, making up whatever excuses she felt like to her invalid husband.
Earlier Troy would've tried to put up a bit of a fuss, but not now. Ever since he turned eighteen, the corrections had a different dimension to it. The boy let Gigi lead him over to her room, his eyes locked on her swaying muscular rear. He couldn't help but compare them with his own. Gigi's had a light tan but was perfect, round, and squeezable. His on the other hand was pale but about to be tanned and welted raw.
She led him into her room and closed the room as Troy looked around nervously. The cuffs on the headboard and legs of the bed were discreet. The armless chair by the vanity too.