Chapter 1: Wet Spot

I woke up very early in the morning because I had to use the bathroom. And since the upstairs toilet that’s by my room didn’t work, I had to go downstairs. My stepdad was supposed to fix it weeks ago, but as always he puts it off.

I walked down the stairs, I had to skip over the sixth step because it squeaks. We live in an old farmhouse, that my stepdad lived in all his life. My stepdad, Aaron, but I call him dad. He’s 56 years old and he’s in very good shape. He’s tall, slim, and has muscles from working on his 500 acres farm. We have a couple of horses, longhorn cows, and a couple of German shepherd male dogs.

Aaron is the only father I’ve known. My biological father left us when I was very young, mom told me he ran off with his secretary.

My mom, Anna, is average size, with blonde hair and blue eyes just like me. Mom is 40 years old and works at a hospital as a night nurse.

I was on my Christmas break from my high school. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be a warm day for the end of December, at least where we lived. They said it might get up to 40 degrees.

All I had on when I started downstairs is a long t-shirt that barely covered my little bottom. My bare feet were cold from the hardwood floors. My mom works at night and she should still be at work. And my dad should still be in bed, or so I thought. I didn’t think I’d have a problem getting to the bathroom unnoticed.

I went in and sat down on the cold toilet. Sitting down made me realize my ass still hurts a little after my latest spanking. The pain made me horny again. I reached down and rubbed my clit as I peed. There’s nothing like masturbating while you pee. But unfortunately, I got it all over me and the floor. After I had an orgasm I licked my hand and fingers clean. Sometimes I like to get in the tub and lift my legs up over my head and get my pussy over my face. I can lick myself, and I love doing that as pee in my mouth.

I then took off my t-shirt and used it to wipe-up the pee. I put the shirt in the hamper. I’d be the one doing the laundry that morning.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I turned to look at my still red rear end. He hit me so hard last night. I wish he would hit my pussy too. I turned around and looked at my body. Fuck, I hate my little tits. I have small, dark areola with large nipples. My breasts are the size of very small tangerines. Mom told me hers didn’t get bigger until she got pregnant with me. I guess I may have to get pregnant then.

I was very horny when I went to bed last night. My dad had given me a spanking for coming home late. But what he didn’t know is that I came home late on purpose just to get a spanking.

I liked being spanked, a lot. Not violently or aggressively. I wasn’t interested in having the skin broken. But being brought to tears is ok. I just like a firm, open-handed slap against my bare ass. Or from my dad’s favorite spanking tool, the ping-pong paddle.

Unfortunately, I don’t get a round of birthday spankings anymore. Why did those stop just when I was starting to really enjoy them? I’ve always struggled to explain what’s so thrilling about getting a spanking.

Growing up most kids know that spanking hurts. And to be put over your mother’s or father’s knees is usually embarrassing, and kids want to avoid it at all costs. But at some point, my hormones just took over. That made me look at spanking a lot differently than I had before, which totally transformed my attitude toward spanking.

I would masturbate when I read stories about someone getting spanked. I love reading stories online, I have been reading them since I was younger. Whenever I got spanked, I would go to my room and get myself off.

I stopped being worried that someone would put me over their knees and I started to look forward to it. I started to purposely get into trouble just to get a spanking.

I prefer my dad to do the spanking since he hits harder. And I know he knows I get excited. I always leave a wet spot on his pants.

Mom started to feel like I was getting too old to be disciplined like that. I overheard Mom one day said, “You know, Aaron,” I’ve heard my mom saying this more than once, “I’ve told you Stephanie is too old to be spanked. But it’s especially inappropriate the way you’re doing it. A girl her age should not be naked around her stepfather at all, much less draped naked across his lap!”

Dad then said, “yes I think you are right.”

I was started to get worried that I’d never get spanked again. How would it look if I seemed so desperate that I was begging for it? How do you ask your mom or dad to spank you?

But so far my dad still spanks me. He only spanks me when mom is at work.

I’m no virgin, I have only had sex with two different boys, and one girl. The first was with a boy from school. His sister is my best friend Beth, I should say, was my best friend.

I was sleeping over at her house. After their parents went to bed, Beth and I sneaked into her brother’s room. He watched Beth and I lick each other for a while. Beth and I had been having sex for a couple of weeks before she told me about her and her brother. I then watched them fuck. Then he fucked me. It hurt at first, but after a while, it felt good. I didn’t even have an orgasm. That was the only time I did it with Beth’s brother.

A couple of days later she called me and said? “Hi, Stephanie.”

“Hi, Beth what’s up?”

“Steph, I can’t see you anymore.”

“Why not?”

“My brother and I have been talking, and we just want to be a couple, we love each other very much. Please don’t be mad, and PLEASE don’t tell anyone about us.”

“Beth, I’m ok with it, and I promise I won’t tell anyone, but can we still be friends?”

“Only at school we can be friends, but we can’t go out or have you spend the night at my house.”

That’s the last time we talked to each other.

The other boy I met at a party. He was older and cute, with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. He was on the chubby side, but not too much. I had too much to drink that night. I only had 3 beers, but I wasn’t used to drinking.

“Would you like to go upstairs for a little while?” He said as we were kissing. I really don’t know how we began kissing in the first place.

He took my hand and laid me up the stairs. We ended up in one of the bedrooms. He kissed me again as he undressed me. He then put me on the bed. He then got undressed. His dick was hard but very small. It couldn’t have been more than 4 inches long after I got him hard with my mouth.

He then got on top of me and put it in me. He lasted for only 2 minutes, tops. He then got off of me and dressed. “Thanks for the fuck,” he said as he left me laying there. I did not have an orgasm. I don’t even remember his name.

I do remember a story I had read a year or two ago about a girl and her best friend. I saved it and I’ve read it over and over again.

The name of the girl in the story was Jenifer and her friend’s name was Jeff. They lived close to each other since birth, attended the same schools, and hung out together a lot. Jeff shared everything with her and talked about anything that came to mind, including his past loves. Jenifer was the one to patch him up after each one when he came to her broken-hearted.

Jeff had had a number of girlfriends and had gone all the way with some of them. He and Jenifer would talk about his experiences. He would ask her about what turns girls on and she would reply to what she thought other girls would enjoy. She even gave tips on how he could ‘improve’ himself. Through it all, she never shared her deepest desires, or how hot it made her when Jeff talked about things he had done with other girls.

Jeff was an athletic, strong, and a natural leader both on and off the football field in high school and college. She watched him take charge and it made her weak at the knees. It also made her wet!