Get disciplined

You shake as Jeff approaches you. You take a little step backwards but he's already across the room and grabs you by the wrist. He guides you to the table and pushes on your upper back to bend you over.

"Alright, now keep your palms on the table and don't let me see them come off," Jeff commands. His normal chipper tune has changed completely. When he speaks, something deep inside your brain cowers and retreats a little.

You gulp and plead, "S-sir... please. I didn't mean to shout. I'm sorry, okay? I was a brat. But I don't think this is really appropriate, Sir..."

Jeff walks around behind you so you can't see him, only hear him. "Appropriate? What's appropriate is respecting your step-father. Like it or not, your mom and I are married now - that makes me your dad. And just because your mom let you get away with back-talk doesn't mean I will. If we have to go all the way back to spanking to teach you that, it's fine by me. Now you're going to count each spank, understand? I think you know the only two words I want to hear right now. Do not test me, Aiken."

You shudder, more than a little intimidated. You had never seen Jeff act like this. You had noticed mom had been a lot better about certain things since Jeff came into the picture, but... surely this wasn't the reason why... You suddenly felt so small and helpless next to your new step-dad.

"Y-yes, Sir..." you manage to eke out.

"Good boy," he says. You can almost hear a smile in his voice.

Then you feel his thumbs in the waistband of your shorts and a quick yank brings them to the middle of your thighs. You gasp.

"S-sir!" You start to turn around.

"Quiet!" Jeff silences you and presses your upper back to keep you bent over. "I need you to feel every spank, Aiken. That can't happen if you have shorts on. I'll let you keep your panties on this time, but that's only because I want them to serve as a reminder of this spanking from now on. Every time you pull on your underwear, you'll remember to be good for your step-daddy, won't you?"

Panties?! Step-daddy?! You shake, very aware of the skimpy 'Sports Pants' currently riding-up between your cheeks. The anticipation of your punishment was driving you crazy. It felt like you'd already been bent over for hours, even though you knew it had barely been a minute. This was mortifying. Way beyond anything you ever expected from Jeff. Was mom really okay with this?

"Yes, Sir..." you say quickly.

Jeff appears in front of you, walking slowly back and forth from one side of you to the other to really draw out your humiliation and make you sweat. "Yes, Sir, what, Aiken?"

"I- I... I'll be good for you..."

Jeff grins. "You'll be good for who?"

You groan. Was he really going to make you say it? You shift your weight back and forth between your palms and say with a red face, "I'll be good... for my step-daddy... Sir..."

"Good boy!!!" Jeff laughs heartily and suddenly brings his hand down hard against your ass. The slap echoes through the kitchen and throughout the house. You wince and gasp from sheer surprise. That stung! "How many is that, Aiken? Count 'em!"

"One!" you gasp out. You could feel the shape of his hand sink hotly into your cheek. It was like a red-hot brand had just been pressed to your flank and you could still feel each finger and the palm lingering there.

Jeff slaps the other cheek just as hard, making you buck forward slightly from the **** and call out, "Two!"

Jeff apparently loves your reactions. He laughs with delight after each spank, and you can feel his eyes boring into you, scanning every little twitch and shudder you give after the discipline is administered. He leans in close and whispers, "Let's see, how many spanks should I give you? You shouted at me, and shout has five letters... so how about five spanks on each cheek, or ten total - sound fair?"

You nod and gulp. "Yes, Sir..."

SLAP!!!

"Three!" You grit your teeth. That was the second spank on your left cheek, and you can feel it even more than the first.

SLAP!!!

The echo reverberates back to your ears and sounds so loud to you, you wonder if the neighbors can hear. "Four!"

SLAP!!!

You wince and your whole body gives a little shake. You can feel some moisture welling up in your eyes. "F-five!"

Jeff stops then, and his hand lingers on your rear, gently rubbing across both cheeks. You shake a little at the touch, but it's oddly soothing. After the powerful stinging spanks, the soft touch feels almost cooling on your hot rump. "Are you going to back-talk me again?" Jeff asks.

You shake your head quickly. "No Sir! Of course not!"

SLAP!!!

"Six!!!" You have to gulp hard to keep your voice from cracking.

Jeff asks, "Are you going to complain about your Sports Pants again?"

"No Sir! I won't, I promise!"

SLAP!!!

"S-seven!" your voice quavers and you feel the moisture in your eyes near the verge of pouring out.

"What do you say for being a brat?"

"I'm sorry, Sir! It won't happen again, I promise!"

As humiliating as this was, it was even more effective. The spanks stung both your hide and your ego. Each one left a mark deep inside your mind that you were sure you would remember for years, if not the rest of your life. To be bent over in your own home and spanked like a brat... Well it made you feel like a brat. You could feel the guilt pour in with every swat, and each one made it harder and harder to resist or do anything but apologize. You hated the fact that your step-dad was teaching you a lesson, but you couldn't deny that you were learning, whether you wanted to or not.

SLAP!!!

"N-nine- I... I think!"

Jeff raises an eyebrow. "Nine? Are you sure, Aiken?"

"I... Um..." You had lost count. The more spanks you got, the harder it became to concentrate. You were sure it had to be nine... but... you weren't completely sure. "I... I think so, Sir..."

Jeff sighs and comes around to your side where you can see him. He looks disappointed. "We were on eight, Aiken. Do you think you can get out of being disciplined by lying to me?"

"N-no, please, Sir! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" You feel the tears roll out of your eyes now, at the worst time. It's mostly just due to physical discomfort, but you're sure you must look absolutely pathetic.

Jeff sighs again. "How will you learn if you can't even count your own spanks right? How can I trust you to obey me if you can't even do something this simple?"

"Please... please... I'll do anything!" you plead. "It stings, Sir! I can't take ten more!"

Your step-dad ponders for a moment, then says, "Well... I guess we can leave it there for now... BUT I have some conditions." He takes your chin and gently angles your teary-eyed face to look him in the eyes. "First I want you to thank me for taking the time to discipline you right. When you do, you're going to give me a big smile, a big hug... AND... you're going to call me 'Daddy,' understand? If I have to discipline you like a daddy, then you're going to treat me like one."

You stay bent over, dumbstruck. This was an ultimatum, and you knew you only had a few seconds to decide what to do. Every part of your brain had become a mush after your spanking. You could barely remember your own name. All you could think about was the lingering heat on your rear and Jeff's commanding voice.

"Of course, you could just stay bent over and take ten more spanks..." Jeff presses.

"N-no!" you say quickly. Then you slowly, shakily stand up and turn around. It's impossible to look Jeff in the eye after what just happened, so you focus on his chest instead. "I... I'm really sorry for..." You swallow hard. This was so humiliating. Your masculinity was melting with every word. But you knew you couldn't stop now. "I'm sorry for being a brat and... back-talking you... Um... And... Th-thank..."

Jeff cuts you off with a grin, and tilts your chin up again. "Look at me, sweety. Up here."

You look up at your step-dad. His eyes are surprisingly kind, and you can feel a kind of patience in him as he waits for you to finish. It's a warmth you haven't felt in a long time, and despite what just happened, you enjoy it. A lot.

You take a deep breath, then **** yourself to smile at him. It isn't as hard as you thought it would be. "Thank you... Daddy..." You lean in and wrap your arms around your step-dad. he does the same, and squeezes you gently. It feels... good.

Jeff's smile is just as intense as your blush. You're vaguely aware of a hand running through your hair on the back of your head, but you don't really think much of it at the time.

"Was that so hard?" Jeff whispers, pulling back from the hug.

You shake your head.

"Good."

What happens next is something that will live in your mind forever. Something you never expected, and could never have predicted in a million years. Gently, slowly, softly... Jeff leans in, and presses his lips to yours. Not perversely, or for a long time. Just a brief, gentle brush of a kiss onto your wet lips.

Your eyes grow wide and you stare at him speechless as he releases you and stands up tall, towering over you.

He smirks at your reaction and says, "Finish up cleaning now, okay? And don't forget about lunch and dinner. I think I can handle my own breakfast this morning. You look like you've got a lot on your mind." And he leaves without another word.

You remain there for a long time.

That was your first kiss.