My stepmom Julie was a stern disciplinarian. Shortly after she married my dad, she insisted on having an active role in my discipline, and dad who travelled a lot on his job conceded to her demands.  Although dad had occasionally spanked me, when Julie assumed the task, I was spanked more frequently . Hardly a month went by that Julie didn’t pull my pants down and take me over her lap for a bare bottom spanking with a hairbrush. Those spankings really hurt and I dreaded every one of them. Then one evening, my parents had gone out for dinner and left me with a sitter, Sydney, who was the daughter of one my stepmom’s friends. I was somewhat resentful that I had to stay with a sitter, especially since Sydney was only not much older herself at the time. I gave Sydney a difficult time and she explained this to my parents when they returned. Julie was upset about this and immediately got me ready for a spanking. At first I was very embarassed about what was happening. But as the painful spanking to my bottom began, I suddenly found something rather pleasurable about my punishment being witnessed. Later in my room, while recovering from the spanking, I noticed a tingling sensation run up and down my spine as I massaged my sore bottom. Several weeks later, I was out shopping with Julie one summer afternoon and raised a fuss when she wouldn’t let me buy a pair of shorts I wanted. Julie sternly grabbed me and indicated that I would be spanked as soon as we got home. At that point, almost without thought, I told Julie that if I was to be spanked, I wanted to get it overwith now. A clerk overheard our conversation and mentioned that Julie could use the lounge area adjacent to the women’s bathroom. Julie thanked her and dragged me to the designated area. There were two other women in the area and were startled when Judy first led me in, but a quick explanation from Julie brought nodding apporvals from both. The tingle went up my spine again as Julie infliction of punishment begun.