Message-ID: <40598asstr$1043590202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Everett Wolf" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 26 Jan 2003 07:12:17.0622 (UTC) FILETIME=[42860760:01C2C50A] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2003 02:12:17 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} my first but not my last spanking Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2003 09:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman _________________________________________________________________ MSN 8 with e-mail virus protection service: 2 months FREE* http://join.msn.com/?page=features/virus <1st attachment, "Story2.rtf" begin> ---------------- Learning How to Behave Around Ladies (RR) by redtailedman@hotmail.com I was 12 years old when my mother died, leaving my dad and myself alone and living in the suburbs of San Diego. Over the course of the next year, Dad and I settled into a manly groove. He went to work, I went to school, he went to the bars after work, I ran track and played baseball, we ate out at the nearby diner, ate take out pizza or microwaved frozen dinners, the dishes piled in the sink and the trash overflowed the garbage cans until the cleaning lady came every other day. Grocery shopping occured only when the cupboards and the fridge were bare and clothes shopping happened only when I ran out of socks that more or less matched. We drank milk and juice out of the carton, watched tv with our feet propped on the coffee table, took a shower when we couldn't stand the smell and left the towels wherever they fell. Neither one of us noticed or complained about the muddy footprints on the hall floor, the grease on the stove and ceiling in the kitchen, the tomato residue caked inside the microwave, the 2" thick layer of hair in the shower stalls, the urine on the floor next to the filthy toilets, the grimy fingerprints on most of the windows, and the general state of disrepair of our home. Pop seemed to change at the end of the year. He spiffied himself up, started spending time at the gym, and began cleaning and fixing up around the house. I caught on quick and was not surprised when pop told me we were having company for dinner one Sunday. Our company consisted of a widow and her three teenage daughters.Rita and her daughters ages 17, 15, and 13, Sharon, Susan and Linda seemed nice enough and suffered through defrosted Stouffers dinners without complaining. Well, the dinners became more frequent, the house got cleaner and a coat of paint, new carpets and furniture and I got a list of chores. Taking the garbage out, washing the dishes, vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms became my job (paid). I didn't complain because Pop seemed happier and I kind of enjoyed the money. Six months later, after the small wedding, the ladies moved in. The girls got their own rooms and bathrooms, Pop and Rita shared a room and bathroom and I had my own domain. I kept up my janitorial duties, including cleaning three more bathrooms and washing a mountain of dishes every night. Things went well for a year or so but started to change when Pop took a job as a long haul trucker. Around the same time, I entered second year of high school, started running varsity track, prepping for varsity baseball, and working part time at 7-11. Needless to say, I began to neglect my chores around the house and suggested to Pop and Rita that the girls could do the "womens work" around the house. Pop sort of shrugged it off but Rita was adament that if I didn't have time for household chores then neither did her girls since one was also running track, one was playing field hockey and one was playing tennis (all varsity). Since Rita was working or playing tennis every day, the dishes started piling up in the sink, the trash overflowed the cans, the hair piled up around the bathtub drains and dust devils accumulated under the beds. Pop never said a word to me but Rita and the girls continually complained and harped on me to do stuff. I just never had time to be the janitor and mostly ignored them or made either a nasty or rude comment as I walked out the door. One Saturday morning while Pop was on one of week away trucking runs, I was preparing to go for my regular two mile morning run when Rita stopped me. "You are not going anywhere until you wash every dish in that sink",she snarled at me. "Wake those lazy ass bitches up and get them to do something" , I spit out over my shoulder as I ran out the door. I shuffled back through the door an hour or so later and proceeded to the fridge where I grabbed a container of orange juice and began to drink out of the carton. As I left the empty carton on the counter and turned around, I was surprised to be facing not only Rita, but, Sharon, Susan and Linda and they did not appear happy. "I am going to give you one more chance to clean up around here or your ass is gonna suffer", Rita hissed at me. "I don't think so", came out of my mouth as I turned and headed for my clean shower. "Well in that case, you are just going to have to learn a painful lesson", Rita said as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the couch. I was kind of surprised at her grip and strength but after all ahe was a regular tennis player. I started to shrug off her grasp when Sharon grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt from behind and pulled it up and over my head trapping my arms. I struggled but found myself being pulled by my shirt over someones lap (Rita) and then as I lashed out with my legs to try to kick, had my legs pinned on the couch by two female bodies which must have been Susan and Linda. I was yelling obscenities and struggling as hard as I could but these women were as conditioned as I was and outnumbered me. I felt fingers and nails at the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers and then felt the nails scratching me as the pants and boxers were pulled down to the level of my knees. "You are going to learn some respect young man and this is the first lesson", Rita yelled in my ear. "Pervert, leave me the fuck alone",I yelled as loud as I could, but was muffled by my sweatshirt around my face auth nd head. I felt the sting of a hand connecting with my exposed right ass cheek and heard the loud SMACK at about the same time. I didn't have time to yell before the next sting connected with my left ass cheek and I was really yelling, cursing and struggling. Despite my yelling and struggling, I was hit another 20 or 30 times and my ass was really sore before she stopped. "Give me your leather sandal Sharon", Rita said with her mouth close to my ear. I heard an even louder SMACK at the same time I felt an unbelievable sting on the back of my left thigh. I screamed in real pain and vainly struggled to break free. After 10 more smacks on my thighs I was crying and begging her to stop. She continued with 20 more on each ass cheek and I was blubbering. She stopped for a minute, leaned in close again to my ear and said " I didn't hear you with all that cursing, how about 10 more". Ten more swats had me crying like a baby and screaming for help. She leaned in close to my ear and said, " promise to behave, show repect, and do your chores and I may stop". I shreaked " I'll behave, I promise, please no more"!!! She leaned in close to my ear again and said, "you apologise to the girls and me and I'll only give you ten more". Sharon let go of my arms and pulled my shirt completely off. I started to try to get up but stopped when Rita said "if you move or make me madder I'll just keep going, now do you have something to say boy"? Through my tears I started to stammer an apology as I looked down at the floor. I felt another slap on the right ass cheek. "Look at us" Rita yelled. I shamefully looked at each of them and said , "I'm sorry". Another slap on the left ass cheek. "Now say it like you mean it and promise to do all of your chores without being asked and now do it for free", Rita replied. "Please forgive me", I said as I looked at each girls smirking face. Another slap on my punished left thigh. "I promise to do all my work without complaining and for free", I stammered. "Okay, are you satisfied girls", Rita asked. Linda, who was sitting on the back of my calfs, said "I will be if he gets 15 more swats". "I will be also" said both Sharon and Susan. I started to protest but Rita said loudly, " I can do this all day if you make me, it's up to you". I looked to see her holding the leather sandal in a threatening manner. "Please no more", I begged. "If you don't struggle I'll stop at 15", Rita said and commensed hitting my punished ass. She alternated from cheek to cheek and worked her way down to the back of my knees. I was again blubbering, crying and promising to behave. As if my embarrassment was not enough, just before she stopped swatting, I heard our living room screen door open and footsteps into our living room. "We heard yelling, is everything all right", my next door neighbor said as she and her 13 year old daughter stood open mouthed gaping at my exposed, reddend ass. "Just teaching Everett some manners", Rita said as she delivered four more swats and I screamed unabashedly. "Get up and stand in the corner for an hour Everett", she said as I struggled to my feet. Linda pulled my sweatpants and boxers all the way off as I stood up shaking, avoided almost everyones eyes and moved slowly to the corner of the room. I felt both my ass as well as my face burning as I moved past my neighbors. Her daughter was the only one whose face I could not avoid. She was grinning widely as she looked down at my ass, over at my penis and up at my eyes and winked lewdly. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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