Remembrance8

It was a warm summer afternoon that I’ll never forget.  I was down in the den, laid over my stepmom’s lap, with my bare buttocks exposed. 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 decended the stairs to the den on the lower level of the house and I quickly recognized the other voice as Julie’s best friend and next door neighbor Barbara. “Let me get this spanking overwith Barabra and we’ll go have a cold beer,” Julie told her. “I’m glad you came over.