My step-son had his friend stay over last night and they camped out in the backyard. I thought I could trust them since they're both over eighteen. Unfortunately I was wrong. As I was fixing Steven (my step-son's friend) breakfast, the neighbor called me and asked if I had seen the police canvassing the neighborhood. They were looking for two tall males that had been spotted spray painting one of the houses down the street. It just so happened to be the neighbor my step-son hates. I put two and two together and could speculate who had done this.

When I ask my step-son's friend what...

My step-son had his friend stay over last night and they camped out in the backyard. I thought I could trust them since they're both over eighteen. Unfortunately I was wrong. As I was fixing Steven (my step-son's friend) breakfast, the neighbor called me and asked if I had seen the police canvassing the neighborhood. They were looking for two tall males that had been spotted spray painting one of the houses down the street. It just so happened to be the neighbor my step-son hates. I put two and two together and could speculate who had done this.

When I ask my step-son's friend what they had done last night he didn't have much to say. I started to look at him more closely and found that he had orange spray paint on his hand! That explains the odd way they smelled when they'd come in to use the restroom last night. I press him for details and flat out ask him to confess, but he says they didn't do it. I know they did.

He is being disrespectful to me, with a smart mouth and bad attitude. I bend him over my kitchen counter and remove my paddle that's hanging on the wall, thinking this will intimidate him into confessing. When he says he doesn't know what I'm talking about I've flat out had it and begin paddling him over his pants, underwear and finally on his bare bottom. I punish him with the paddle until his bottom is purple and looks painful.

Now that Steven's been dealt with, I send him to get my step-son who's been napping. Jason comes out and has the audacity to complain about how awkward it is that I spanked his friend! I don't waste any time bending him over the table, chastising him and paddling his bare fanny with the same paddle I've used on Steven until his hiney is bruised and sore. When I decide he's had enough, I send Steven home, letting him know I will be calling his step-mother.

Steven takes his time going home, knowing that Jason's step-mom was going to call his step-mother. He's not looking forward to a second spanking on his more than raw behind. Sure enough, as soon as he walks in the door, his step-mom is waiting for him with the hair brushes, not one but two. His attempts at humor only seem to make his step-mother more upset as she yanks his pants down and positions him firmly across her lap. She brings the hairbrush down with all the she can muster and the pain sears across his backside. The hair brush blisters and breaks his skin. He cries out in agony as she swings and swats his bottom over and over until he apologizes for what he's done.