1950s Spanking: Strict stepfather punishes young woman hard
Summary:
Maria secretly goes out. When she sneaks back into the house at night, her stepfather is already waiting for her. A little later, she is already wriggling her bare bottom over his knee. And the next morning he pulls out his belt again.
Caught in the act: stepfather catches stepdaughter
It was late. Much too late. My heart pounded in my chest as I tiptoed out the creaky front door and crept into the house. The moon cast faint shadows on the floor, but I held my breath.
There was no way he could hear me. I knew I shouldn’t have gone out. Not at this time of night and certainly not without his permission.
But the urge to break the rules had been too strong. Just this once. But now I wished I hadn’t.
I slowly closed the door behind me, careful not to make a sound. My gaze glanced around the dark hallway.
Maybe I was lucky. Maybe he was already asleep and wouldn’t notice. A glimmer of hope. I put one foot in front of the other, my heart racing, but everything seemed calm.
Then I saw it.
A faint light was coming from the living room. And there, in his big armchair, he was sitting. Silence.
I froze. His face was hidden in the half-shadow, but I could feel his gaze on me. I swallowed hard and wanted to turn around, but he spoke before I could move.
“Where have you been, little one?” His voice was low, calm, but with a tone that made my blood run cold.
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I stepped closer, my hands shaking. “I… I was just…” I searched for an excuse, but his eyes fixed me so piercingly that I forgot every word.
“You know there are rules.” His voice grew sterner. “Have you forgotten what happens if you break them?”
Over my knee in the living room: Butt smacked
I could feel my face getting hot. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. My head sank, my hands clasped nervously in front of my stomach. “I didn’t mean to…”
“You didn’t mean to?” he interrupted me. “I don’t believe you. You wanted it. You thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?”
My knees went weak, but I stood still. “No, I…”
“Come here.” His voice sounded unyielding.
Hesitantly, I stepped closer. My heart was racing. I knew what was coming. I’d been through it before, but this time it felt worse. Maybe because deep down I knew I deserved it. He knew it too.
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As I stood in front of him, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him. His fingers were firm, not rough, but firm. I could feel his breath on my skin as he looked at me.
“You chose to break the rules. Now you will suffer the consequences.” His words were cool, but the warmth of his hand on my wrist burned.
Before I could protest, he resolutely pulled me over his knee. My stomach fluttered as my upper body sank across his lap and my feet lost their footing.
I tried to sit up, but his hand pushed my back down until I lay still.
“Stay still,” he commanded, ”You won’t escape me anyway, missy.”
Bare bottom exposed: Strict stepfather spanks young woman
I bit my lip, my face glowing with embarrassment. My legs hung over his knee, my skirt only just covering what he was about to reveal. The thought of how vulnerable I was made me tremble.
His hand slid slowly down my back before he grabbed the hem of my skirt and pushed it up. I gasped softly.
The cold leather of the sofa under my thighs made me wince. Now my bare bottom was almost completely exposed in front of him, with only my thin panties protecting me from total exposure.
“Look at that,” he murmured, his rough hand stroking the fabric of my panties. “I guess you thought you could hide, huh?”
I closed my eyes, my heart beating so loudly I thought it would jump out of my chest. But I knew this was just the beginning.
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With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached for the waistband of my panties and pulled them down.
I gasped as the cool air hit my bare bottom. The fabric slowly slid over my hips, then my thighs, until the panties finally reached my knees.
I wanted to squirm, wanted to cover myself, but his hand held me tight and prevented me from moving even an inch.
“Now I’ll remind you once again how we deal with girls here who don’t follow my rules.” His hand stroked my bare skin before he suddenly struck me with the flat of his hand.
The sound that echoed through the room was deafening. A sharp pain shot through my bottom and I gasped for air.
Before I could adjust, the next blow followed. And then the next.
Young woman spanked hard: Severe punishment above the knee
“You knew you were going to be punished,” he said calmly as his hand slapped my bare cheeks incessantly. Each slap made me wince on his lap and my legs kicked helplessly in the air.
I could no longer suppress it. “Please,” I begged between spanks. “I’m sorry!”
But he didn’t let up. His hand was firm, strong, and with every hit it felt like my whole body was on fire.
The pain continued to spread, pulling into my thighs as I squirmed, still trying to somehow escape the ordeal. But his hand on my waist held me unyieldingly.
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“You’re sorry?” he repeated mockingly. “You should have thought of that before.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. The embarrassment was worse than the pain. At least at first.
He saw everything. Felt everything. I couldn’t hide anything. And the more I squirmed, the tighter he held me. And the harder the blows became.
“Stop kicking,” he ordered, pausing briefly only to let his hand slide over my red-hot bottom. I gasped for air, relief rushing through me. But it was short-lived.
He pressed his fingers hard into my flesh. I could hardly bear it. And then – the next blow. Again and again.
Tears of remorse: sent to bed after the punishment
I lost track of time. I didn’t know how long he had punished me, but at some point I couldn’t take any more. The tears ran down my cheeks and my whole body shook, and yet it didn’t let up.
“When I tell you not to leave the house, you will obey. Is that clear?” he asked sternly as he continued to slap me.
“Yes,” I whimpered, my voice brittle, trembling.
He slapped me hard again. And then, suddenly, he stopped. Silence. Only my panting breath broke the silence.
Slowly, he let his hand glide over my glowing skin again, squeezing lightly, as if he wanted to make sure the pain was deep enough.
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“Go to bed now,” he finally said, his voice calmer again, but still stern. “We’ll talk about this little adventure again tomorrow.”
I nodded silently, too overwhelmed to speak.
Trembling, I stood up, hastily pulling my panties back up and not daring to look at him as I straightened up. My bottom was still burning as I climbed the stairs, feeling every step twice as much.
When I finally closed the door to my room behind me, I let myself sink onto my bed. Tomorrow. Tomorrow it would continue. An unsettling thought.
But today… Today was over. At least it was a small consolation.
The morning after: Bent over the back of the sofa and stripping off my panties
It was the morning after and my whole body still felt like it was on fire. I had hardly slept, the memory of what had happened kept me awake. And the thought of the morning.
Every thought of how I had lain over his knee, my bare bottom on show, made my face heat up.
I hardly dared go downstairs, but I knew I couldn’t avoid it. He had said we would talk about it and I knew it wouldn’t end well.
Hesitantly, I got up, put on a simple dress and finally ventured out of my room.
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He was already sitting in the living room. He wasn’t looking directly at me, but I could feel that he was waiting for me. The heavy feeling in my chest grew stronger as I stepped closer.
I wanted to say something, to stammer an apology, but my mouth felt dry. Finally, I stopped in front of him, my eyes fixed on the ground.
“Come here,” he growled. I obeyed, knowing there was no way out.
He grabbed my wrist and led me to the back of the sofa without another word. My heart pounded in my chest as he bent me over the backrest with a little pressure.
My face lay on the cool fabric and my bottom was stretched out in the air. I felt him lift the hem of my skirt. The thin cotton of my white panties was the only barrier between me and what was to come.
1950s spanking: Man punishes stepdaughter with a belt
“You’ll learn to listen to what I say and tell you to do,” he said, pushing my underwear down. The icy air of the living room hit my bare ass again and I bit my lip as the shame swept over me like a wave.
I knew he saw everything. And that I was completely at his mercy.
I heard the rattle as he pulled his belt from the loops. My breath caught. I knew what was coming next. He folded the leather in half and I could feel him weighing it in his hand for a moment, testing it.
“Hold still,” he ordered.
Then the leather slapped against my bare backside. The first blow burned sharply, I gasped, and before I could fully register the pain, the next blow came. And the next.
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The sound of the belt hitting my bare skin filled the room, accompanied by my suppressed whimpers. I wanted to be strong, I wanted to endure it, but with each blow the pain intensified.
“You won’t do this again,” he said calmly as the belt hit my skin relentlessly.
I couldn’t take any more, the tears came unstoppably. My legs began to shake and I kicked as a particularly hard smack hit my bottom.
“Please, Daddy, stop!” I begged. But he didn’t let up. Each blow made me wince, my skin felt like it was on fire.
“This is what happens when you disobey,” he said as he continued to slap the leather on my bare backside. My screams got louder, my legs twitched and I squirmed, but it didn’t help. He was relentless. Each stroke seemed harder than the last and I cried out loud.
Comfort and forgiveness: stepfather comforts stepdaughter on his lap
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stopped. The belt slid to the floor and I breathed heavily.
Tears ran uncontrollably down my face. My whole body was shaking, the pain throbbed in my bottom, but I was too exhausted to move.
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I felt his hand stroking my reddened skin. He gently lifted me up, sat down and pulled me onto his lap.
I sobbed quietly as my burning bottom touched his thigh, but he held me tightly in his arms, cradling me gently.
“Shh,” he murmured, stroking my back. “It’s over, little one. You’ve done well.”
I buried my face in his chest as he held me, comforted me.
His hand slid through my hair, and although the pain in my bottom still burned, I felt safe in his strong arms. Safe and secure. I knew he loved me, even if his punishments were harsh.
“I want you to always be honest with me,” he said softly. “I had to do this. But it’s over.”
I nodded silently. The tears slowly dried up and I felt my breathing calm down. It was over. And even though the pain would still linger, I felt somehow… relieved.
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