Running Away


by Anonymous

Step father

''I am disappointed in you because you do something wrong and I give you a hiding. Then you run off and make me very worried. It is one thing to get into trouble, but definitely another thing to make it worse by running away. I will not tolerate such behaviour and I hope you understand that.

And I hope you understand that I am not going to let you off without more punishment.

Do you understand the seriousness of what you did? I certainly hope so.

Now come with me, young man''.

In the master bedroom, I sit comfortably in a chair and demand that you undress. I want all of your other clothes off, but you may keep your underpants on. (I have always enjoyed seeing you stand there in your little tight briefs)

I watch you undress while smiling inside. You are soon in your little white underpants and being further scolded.

''Naughty naughty'', I say, and guide you over my lap. I take my hand and smack your right cheek, then your left, back and forth, you squirm around and start to cry. Then I stop. I grab the elastic band of your underpants and slide them down to your knees, uncovering your beautiful round, fleshy white bottom. (I have always admired your beautiful shapely bottom!!)

I resume your spanking, slapping your bare cheeks, back and forth. You squirm around, crying loudly, as your bottom turns a very bright red. A very bright red indeed!!! Finally I stop and tell you to go stand in the corner with your underpants off. Your red bottom exposed as you stand naked facing the corner.

That lasts for 30 minutes before I allow you to slip on your underpants. But the rest of your punishment means you cannot get fully dressed. You must stay in your tight little white briefs for the rest of the evening.

Eventually you come sit on my lap and tell me how sorry you are for being a "bad little boy."


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