It was a warm summer afternoon that I’ll never forget.
I was down in the den, laid over my stepmom’s lap.
My stepmom Julie was about to inflict the first lash of a spanking with a doubled-up leather belt when the doorbell rang.
“Don’t you move!.
I’ll be right back,” Julie ordered.
Seconds later, I heard two voices as my stepmom descended the stairs to the den on the lower level of the house.
I quickly recognized the other voice as Julie’s best friend and next-door neighbor Barbara.
“Let me get this spanking over with Barabra and we’ll go have a cold beer,” Julie told her.
“I’m glad you came over.
This spanking will do him more good with you present.”
I was already humiliated enough, and now I flinched as Barabara sat down in a chair directly across from me.
Then came the first swish as Julie layed the belt onto my rear end.
Ooh, how the belt hurt as it landed over and over!
Then just as my tears started flowing, I looked over at Barbara, whose wry grin told me she was enjoying every moment of my ordeal.
Finally, after the last lash had been administered,