My life was fairly normal until Mom remarried when I was thirteen.

I loved my Dad. He was real easygoing and was never upset by anything I had done but Mom was not as tolerant nagging on and on at any little thing and sending me to my room to think about what I had done.

She nagged my Dad constantly about the small amount of money he was earning but I thought that was unfair. He had married her before graduating from high-school since she was pregnant with me so there was no way he could get a good job without a high school diploma.

He took it for a long time. I heard her harangues until I was twelve and then he packed up and left. I really resented her for driving him away. It was not like we were dirt poor or anything. We were renting a fairly nice house and there was always food on the table. She even had her own car although it was kind of old.

At divorce court she got bad news. Because of his low income the court only ordered him to pay $300.00 per month in child support. There was no way we could live on that so she had to go to work. She worked at a convenience store at minimum wage and learned how hard it was to make a living.

I used to hear her crying at night and she told me if she ever found another man she would never bitch at him. I doubted that since it was so much a part of her and had no sympathy for her. I had no doubt she would find someone eventually since she was only twenty-seven years old and was pretty.

She dated a few times for the next year but nothing serious since her dates were with men she said were losers like my Dad. I couldn't understand why she was so picky. After all she was only getting minimum wage herself.

Then one evening she came home from work to announce that she had a date with a successful man for once that was going to take her to the Red Lobster restaurent which was her idea of a really classy place.

When he came he made me nervous. He had those piercing kind of eyes that seemed to see through your clothes and was also pushy. He told Mom the dress she had picked out for the date was the wrong color for her skin and blonde hair and made her change to a blouse and skirt. If Dad had told her how to dress she would have blown up but for him she meekly went to the bedroom and changed.

All the time she was changing he continued to look through my clothes as he made small talk but I began to think it was just my imagination since I was so aware of the changes in my body. I was growing boobs that I knew eventually would reach Mom's size of 35D and had spent a lot of time in front of my mirror studying my naked body with it's little waist, round buttocks and the sparse blonde hairs forming a triangle at my crotch.

He dated her about once a week and always took her to nice places but she complained that he had made no mention of any kind of committment.

Then one night I heard the door slam shut and heard him talking loudly. I went to my door and opened it a crack to see them and hear better.

"He was saying loudly, "There was no reason for you to be so bitchy to the waiter. He told us up front that they were short a waiter but he would try to make sure we had good service. Your yelling at him to refill your glass or coffee cup before they were even empty was uncalled for. You embarrassed me in front of everyone there. You are a spoiled child and If I had my way you would be spanked like one."

I was shocked not only by the idea but her reaction. She hung her head and said softly, "I am sorry. You are right. Sometimes I do get bitchy. If it will make you feel better you can spank me. I know I deserve it."

He made a kind of evil smile and said, "You sure as Hell do deserve it!"

He pulled out one of our kitchen chairs to sit down then said, "Alright. Get over my knnes. If you were this way as a child You must know how to do it."

She only hesitated a moment to say tremously, "Uh huh, My Daddy used to spank me." before leaning over his legs to let her stomach settle on his thighs qith just her toes and hands touching the floor.

I was amazed! She had never mentioned being spanked as a child and had never spanked me although there were threats which Dad had talked her out of.

I was even more shocked when he gathered up her skirt to fall on her back revealing her round bottom like mine encased only in thin nylon panties. I could hardly believe it. She was always telling me to hold down my skirt on windy days to stop any chance of my panties being seen but she made no protest other than a little gasp.

He began bringing his big hand on one cheek at a time to make a loud "Slap" I knew it had to hurt because his hand was hitting hard enough to flatten her cheeks at each spank

As it went on and on her cheeks turned so red you could see them darken through the panties but I didn't feel sorry for her. It seemed only fitting she should suffer for all those years of bitchiness and I only wished Dad had done it himself so they may have stayed together.

Finally when she was crying so hard she began hiccoughing he stopped and helped her up.

To my surprise she knelt between his legs to hug his waist and blubbered, "Do you forgive me now."

He said, "Of course but you know if you displease me again this can be repeated."

"Yes. I'll try to be good."

He smiled broadly and lifted her up to kiss her. She kissed him back passionately and then he picked her up to carry her into her bedroom. Shortly later I heard the headboard hitting the wall which I had not heard since Dad left.

The next morning at breakfast I told her I had seen the spanking and asked her how she could allow him to do that to her.

She blushed then said, "It wasn't so bad. All the pain is gone now and I deserved it. Remember I promised to stop my bitchy ways? Besides it has changed our relationship. He said he would shop for an engagement ring!"

"God Mom. How can you think of marrying someone who beats you?"

"Come on! That wasn't a beating. A beating is where a man uses his fists on you. A little spanking is certainly not that. You don't understand. He has money! I have been to his house and it is lovely. He obviously makes a lot of money. We could be semi-rich!"

"I don't need a bunch of money. What if he wants to spank me too?"

"Bull. I know there are things you want we can't afford. He won't spank you as long as you are good. Just be good."

They were only engaged a few weeks before they announced their wedding day. In the meantime I witnessed another spanking and it was much more formal than the first. He made her go out to the car to get an evil looking leather strap then she must have done this before because she went over to the couch to take off her skirt and bend over the back. Something else was new. She had always worn big grandma panties that covered her navel. Now she was wearing thongs that I knew he must have bought her or else told her to buy.

Now I could actually see the flesh hit and was amazed that she could take each spank with only a gasp and shudder as he turned her whole butt and upper thighs cherry red. I still didn't feel sorry for her though. If it was worth it to her to get a rich man who was I to complain.

The wedding was really extravagant. I was a brides maid in a beautiful gown and her gown had pearls sewn in to it. All our friends and relatives were poor and I was a little embarrassed about the way they gushed over the food, wine, and presents, especially when Mom described the new convertible he had bought for her. I noticed the women guests for the groom seemed awfully meek.

After the receptiom we went to his house which I saw for the first time. It was lovely and sat on about ten acres of wooded grounds but the best part was when I was shown my bedroom. It was huge with a walk in closet my own bathroom and even my own color tv hooked to cable. I even had my own computer That Don, my new stepdad, said would help me in my school work.

I had to giggle thinking how being sent to my room now just meant fun. They left on their honeymoon leaving a housekeeper to keep up the house and cook theh meals. I hardly ever saw her since I spent almost all my time in my room watching MTV or learning how to do things on the computer. The only time I left was to take walks in the woods around us.

They returned in two weeks. Mom gushed on forever about how wonderful the caribbean had been and that next time I would be able to go along. She had evidentally learned how to keep him happy because weeks went by without even the threat of a spanking. Obviiously one of the things was to change into a sheer negligee to meet him when he returned to work. I realized I couldn't ask any of my friends over after five because I would be embarrassed for them to see her so naked.

One Saturday he said, "Let's go shopping. We are so far from the store you will need a bike and also some new clothes. He bought me a great mountain bike and some blouses, sweaters and skirts refusing to even look at the baggy jeans I preferred. Then he insisted I get a new swimming suit although I told him my tank suit was fine. He picked out two suits. One he said for public pools and another thong one he said I could use in our private pool. It was so tiny there was no way I could step out of the dressing room to show it to him and I insisted it was too embarrassing to wear. He kept insisting he see it so finally I opened the dressing room door just enough so he could stick in his head blushing furiously as he had me turn to stare at every inch of me with my bottom cheeks naked except for the tiny strap in the crack the vee at the front so small some of my pubic hair stuck out of the edges. He loved it though and insisted he buy it. I resigned myself to the fact he would want me to wear it a lot at home and hoped I would eventually get used to it.

He loved the suits. He decided that Mom and I should do aerobics to stay in shape. He bought several exercise tapes and would sit in a deck chair to watch us. It was embarrassing at first but then I began to appreciate his applause when we finished a segment and all the compliments.

One day Mom returned from her walk in the woods and came storming into the house screaming for me. I got out of my deckchair where I had been sunning to go to her and he followed me.

As soon as she saw me she yelled, "How could you be so careless? You left your damn Bike leaning against my new car and scratched the paint. Go to your room and don't come down until tomorrow morning."

Don just laughed and said, "That is no punishment. She is in her room after dinner every night anyway. You know how she should be punished."

Mom knew all right. " You mean a spanking. Maybe that is too much. It was just a tiny scratch."

"That isn't the point. She will be punished for carelessness and you should be punished for not raising her properly. It will just be phase one."

I was scared but also curious and asked her, "What is phase one?"

She sniffled and said, "Phase one is just a hand spanking but if you don't learn from it he will go to phase two which is worse. In phase two he uses a strap so make sure you are good from now on."

I protested mightily even threatening to run away from home but he just said, "Okay. If you want to be homeless. so be it."

I thought about leaving my room, the pool and the lovely home and decided it would be silly to give all that up ovwr a spanking which Mom had said was not too bad.

It took all my nerve to finally say meekly, "Okay. I guess I deserve it."

He made it worse by telling Mom to put on her thong bikini which meant I had to wait while he stared at me with a smirk on his face growing more afraid by the second.

She finally came back and he had us lie over the back of the couch side by side. I felt a little guilty I had gotten her into this but it seemed better to have someone sharing the ordeal.

He put his hands around my hips with the ends of his fingers digging into my crotch to lift me higher on the top of the couch to make a better target. It seemed awfully intimate but I was too busy fearing what was coming to complain. When we were both positioned just how he wanted with our pubic bones pressed into the top of the couch rounding our bottoms he began.

It really stung! Even more than I had guessed and it seemed to last forever because he would hit my butt cheek then hers to let the sting subside just a little before another to mine. I don't know how many times he hit us I was in too much pain to count. I swear he didn't quit until his hand became too sore. I was bawling like crazy when he quit and said, "Now you can go to your room."

Mom said, "Take a cold shower honey. It will help."

I could see why it might. My butt felt like it was on fire. Either the heat from the spanking or my stuggles had me sweating like crazy.

I stopped at my room to check out my butt in the mirror. It was dark red and was now both hot and throbbing.I jerked off the bikini botttom gasping as the waist band scraped over what felt like a bad sunburn and jumped into the shower.

Mom was right. The cool water helped a lot but I sure hope I don't ever get to phase two.