Charlie’s Stepmother 1 & 2

By brhmsj

berlioz53@yahoo.com

Copyright 2023 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

Charlie’s Stepmother 1

When he is sixteen Charlie gets a new stepmom with whom he has a very good relationship. After she has lived with them for a while Charlie’s dad tells Charlie that he and the stepmom, Fran, will have Woman Power in their relationship. In other words, Fran is in charge and disciplines when she sees fit. He encourages Charlie to join them which Charlie decides to do. The world of Woman Power introduces Charlie to many things, provides interesting adventures, and helps awaken his sexuality.

[The basic premise for this series I took from a series on another site. There are some similarities, of course but these stories are my own.]


When Charlie was fourteen his mother died of a quick-moving cancer. Charlie and his father, David, were devastated but they had each other, family, and friends who helped them adjust. A positive outcome was that their grief brought Charlie and David closer together.

Part of that closeness was a new freedom about being undressed. David had never been concerned about his wife and son seeing him naked and now that it was just “the boys” he saw no reason ever to cover up. On a couple of occasions David saw naked Charlie going to or from his shower. At first Charlie flushed with embarrassment but he, too, came to feel that it was no big deal and often was naked around the house, like his father. As his puberty developed, Charlie enjoyed comparing himself to his father. It was exciting to see that he was becoming quite like his dad. David took fatherly pride in watching his son’s development. The two were becoming quite similar, the biggest difference being that David was cut, Charlie was not. David and his wife had seen no need to do that to a boy.

After about a year David felt he was open to possibly dating. At a business conference he sat next to a local woman he knew slightly named Fran. She was single. Like David, she was well established in their field of work. He invited her to lunch and they caught up on their lives. Fran was a good and sympathetic listener and the casual lunch led to a dinner invitation from David. Dinner was a success and soon they were seeing each other regularly. Charlie and Fran took to each other immediately.

After a few months Fran regularly was staying overnight at David’s and he often stayed at her house. Charlie felt quite grownup that they were open about it with him and that David felt he was mature enough to be left at home by himself at times.

After dating for over a year, David and Fran got married, much to the delight of the now sixteen-year-old Charlie. He was thrilled that Dad had a companion who made him happy. Fran made no attempt to take on a parental role, rather she was for Charlie an older friend, though one due the respect the teen would show to any adult.

Before the wedding Fran had taken up permanent residence; no reason not to. One night, a couple of weeks after she’d moved in, Charlie had been up late reading in his room. With a woman around again he was more circumspect about being naked. However, feeling sure he wouldn’t be seen he left his room naked for the bathroom, to get ready for bed. The master bedroom had its own bath, so once Dad and Fran were settled for the night it was highly unlikely that they’d be out until morning, so Charlie felt safe. It was exciting, too, feeling that he was being a bit daring with risking being caught by the adults, especially Fran.

As he returned to his room he couldn’t help but notice a noise coming from the master bedroom. It seemed to him to be the unmistakable sound of a bare hand smacking a bare bottom. Charlie remembered that sound from his childhood. A spanking. He quietly moved toward the bedroom door in hope of hearing better. It was a spanking! But who was spanking whom?

As he listened, vocal responses to the steady swats began. The voice was Dad’s! Fran was spanking Dad. Charlie didn’t know what to think but he was aware that when he heard the first swats there had a been a stirring in his cock. Knowing that it was Dad getting spanked brought him to a full, hard erection. As he listened, the memory of his last spanking from Dad suddenly hit him. He was twelve and he’d tried to lie his way out of something minor but Dad was not going to allow any lying. The spanking had hurt but after it was over and he was alone in his room with his sore bottom, his newly maturing penis had been rock hard.

Now, as he listened to this spanking Charlie was imagining that he was the one naked over Fran’s lap, getting spanked. Silently he scampered back to his room where he masturbated furiously, still visualizing himself getting a naked spanking from Fran. His orgasm was one the most intense of his young life. It was all he could do to keep quiet. What was it that made the thought of a spanking from Fran so exciting? Why would he want Fran to spank him? Or anyone spank him, for that matter. He went to sleep and put it out of his mind.

It seemed that was the only spanking. At least for now. He hadn’t heard anything again and began to think that maybe he’d imagined it. After all, why would a grown man get a spanking? Just after the wedding, though, he thought maybe he heard something again but wasn’t sure and didn’t investigate. A couple of months after the wedding there was an unexpected confirmation of what he’d heard.

One night as dinner was ending David said “Charlie, there are some things we’d like to discuss with you after dinner, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, Dad, of course.” Dinner done, the three settled in the living room, David and Fran together on the couch, Charlie in a nearby chair.

“I’ve never talked to you about this but you’re old enough now to understand. Some adults, men and women, feel that they need certain types of discipline in their lives. I’m one of them and what I need is spankings when necessary.” Charlie gasped. “I’m sure this is a surprise to you but there’s nothing ‘wrong’ with feeling that way. It really isn’t all that unusual. Your mother didn’t share this interest and I honored that. I was fine going without it. Fran and I found that we shared this interest. It was not a deciding factor for us in terms of getting married but it was exciting to know.

“There is another thing about this, the concept of Woman Power. That is a belief that women, or girls, should have a certain control over men and teen boys. It includes a complete lack of modesty by men and boys around their women.”

“I’ve been interested in Woman Power for quite some time,” Fran now interjected for the first time. “There is nothing cruel or abusive about it, just a proper balance of power. Or should I say, an imbalance of power.” The last said with a warm smile. Charlie was squirming a bit as he tried to process this. It was completely new to him, something he’d never imagined. A slight hardening of his cock was telling him that something about it intrigued him.

David continued. “We’d like to institute this here. Fran will be in charge of discipline for both of us. Yes, that means I will get spanked when I deserve it.”

“Or when I want,” Fran made sure to add, again with a smile.

“Yes, whenever she wants,” David confirmed to Charlie.

“Does that mean I will get. . . get spanked?” Charlie asked slowly.

“Yes, son, it does. Most often by Fran but by me if the occasion warrants it. I know you’re not used to getting spanked but you will come to understand.” Charlie was silent. His mother had not believed in spanking beyond the usual swats that any small boy gets for rambunctious behavior. The rare times Charlie truly had been spanked, it was David who spanked him, always bare bottom with his pants down around his ankles.

The adults gave Charlie time to think about everything, the three sitting in silence for a while. Fran eventually broke the silence. “Charlie, I’ve come to love you as I love your father. I believe in discipline done from love. You will be spanked but you will never be spanked unfairly. However, as with your father, if I want to spank you, even when your behavior is good, I will spank you.”

“She has been spanking me already, son,” David said. So, that was confirmed. “It may sound weird, but spankings can be for fun as well as for punishment.”

“You’ll find out all of that,” Fran said with a gleam in her eye. As it sunk in that Fran really could be spanking him, Charlie became fully hard, his erection straining against his pants. It was embarrassing. He hoped they didn’t notice but was sure they had. They had and Charlie caught the glance that passed between them. Now he was red faced and glad that nothing was said.

“We’ll let you think this over,” David told Charlie. “If you really can’t go in with this I will not force you, but I hope we can make this a family thing. Fran and I will continue, whatever you decide, but if your decision is a no, we will be discrete.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Charlie said, uncertain about all of this. “Are we done?”

“Yes, son, go ahead and do whatever you need to do.”

“I hope we can make this work, dear,” Fran said to Charlie as he rose to leave.

“Thank you,” Charlie said to her as he departed.

As the three were organizing their breakfasts the next morning Charlie said “I guess I’m willing to give it a try.” He didn’t have to say what “it” was. In response, he found himself in a three-way hug with his Dad and Fran.

“It can stop if you need it to,” David said, “but I think you’ll come to understand how it is a good idea.” Fran just smiled.

It was difficult for Charlie to concentrate at school but he managed. He felt nervous about the reality of getting spanked. A real spanking would hurt, he knew that! Yet, something was exciting, too. He didn’t know why, but last night as he was thinking over things, the thought again of submitting to Fran had his heart beating fast and his cock as hard as it ever had been. He wondered if Dad felt the same way, too. Charlie didn’t want sex with Fran and doubted she wanted sex with him. That wasn’t the point. He had come to love her and giving himself over to her seemed like it might be right.

After a week he knew that whatever she might do or want in terms of discipline, meaning spanking, he willingly would submit to it. Fran saw the silent acquiescence. She said nothing but gave Charlie some small tests of his acceptance of her authority. His responses every time confirmed that he accepted being under her control. Not only that, she sensed that he wanted, and emotionally needed, that control.

To no one’s surprise it was not long before Charlie received a justified spanking. He knew he’d earned one but still it was embarrassing when at dinner Fran announced “Charlie has been a bad boy and will have to be spanked.” He knew that his father would know about what he’d done and why he was getting spanked but hadn’t expected announced this way. Calling him a “bad boy” made him feel quite like a naughty little boy.

“If you say he needs a spanking, dear, then I’m sure he does,” David had responded. His tone showed Charlie that Dad accepted Fran’s authority in these matters and that Charlie was to accept it, too. Nothing more was said.

For this first spanking Fran made sure that she and Charlie had privacy. In the future, though, David would witness some of his son’s discipline spankings. Much to his embarrassment, Charlie did see his father get some spankings, too, though it was rare. Far more likely David would see Charlie naked and over Fran’s lap. Yes, naked. All spankings were given naked, as Charlie learned right away.

When their privacy was assured, Fran called Charlie into the living room. “It’s time for your spanking, dear. Bad boys need to be spanked.”

“Yes, Fran,” he replied, surprising himself at his compliance.

“Bad boys get no modesty when they are spanked. Remove your clothes.” Even though Charlie thought this might be how it would be done, the reality was startling. He didn’t understand his feelings but even though startled he didn’t question the need for his complete nakedness. If anything apparently he wanted Fran to see him naked. A subtle sign of her dominant position with him. Soon he was naked, his clothes neatly folded and put aside.

“That’s a good boy,” Fran said when Charlie was naked. She did make him a bit uncomfortable by taking a moment to look him over. He still had some growth to go but it was fascinating to her how much he looked like his father, excepting that Charlie had a very attractive foreskin. Finally, even mercifully, she said “over my lap, Charles.” Charlie hadn’t climbed over a lap in a few years but Fran expertly helped him get into place.

The spanking was firm and steady. Fran wouldn’t make him cry this time, but tears were in his future, though he didn’t know it yet. A stinging red bottom was the goal, the boy protesting as she achieved that goal. This being the first spanking, both had things to learn about their spanking relationship. It took a while to get Charlie to cry out as the swats landed but once he did his cries were most satisfying to his spanker. Whatever his other similarities to his father, Charlie was proving rather different in how he responded to a spanking. She knew she would have fun spanking him as this relationship developed.

When she had Charlie crying out “Please! I’ll be good!” Fran wound down the spanking. However, she would never let him think that promises and pleas would get her to stop if she thought that the spanking was not complete.

Spanking done, Fran briefly rubbed Charlie’s bottom. That achieved another of her goals – to make the boy hard. It was a pleasure feeling him grow against her thigh. Charlie hard, she said “get up and gather your clothes and go to your room.” It was clear he was not being given permission to dress before he left the room. Charlie blushed deeply as he rose from her lap and revealed the erection both knew he had.

“Now, now, dear, a man should never be embarrassed by his erection, and yours is quite a lovely one.” Charlie blushed deeper but secretly was thrilled by the compliment, especially coming from Fran.

Nothing more was said. Charlie did gather up his clothes, went up to his room where he masturbated himself to yet another intense orgasm. Spanking was having a strong effect on him already.

About ten days later, on a Saturday, David was out. He’d been spanked the night before, an erotic spanking which had been exciting for both him and Fran. David was at his most sexually stimulated after a fun spanking. Now Fran had the boy on her mind. How would he respond to an unmotivated spanking? At least one not motivated by him through bad behavior but rather by her desire to spank him.

“What are you doing today?” Fran asked Charlie after his father had left.

“I don’t know,” he answered honestly.

“There’s one thing you’ll be doing this morning,” she answered with a smile. Charlie knew what it meant. “You’re getting spanked. Come with me into the living room.”

“But why?”

“No reason, dear. Well, there is a reason. I want to. It’s that simple. And when I want to spank you I will. You’ll get used to it.”

“Yes, Fran,” Charlie said. They were in the living room. Charlie looked to start removing his clothes.

“Oh no, dear,” she stopped him. “Come over here.” Charlie obeyed. “I’ll take care of this,” she said as she began pulling his t-shirt over his head and off. That was all it took for an erection to happen, both fully aware of it. His shirt off, Fran undid his belt, then his pants. The zipper came down and she lowered his pants to the floor. “Step out.” He obeyed. Now he was standing in front her in nothing but his briefs which were tenting. He felt trapped in them, his erection straining against the cloth. He wanted his hardon released but knew it meant he’d soon be over her lap getting spanked. Well, he’d be getting spanked regardless so best to get on with it.

With a smile Fran put her hands behind Charlie, slipping her fingers inside the waistband of his briefs. Slowly she worked her hands around to the side, preparatory to taking down his briefs, which she did, also slowly. His hard cock sprang free. When the briefs hit the floor he stepped out of them without being told.

“Good boy,” Fran said. “Now, we have work to do.” She helped him over her lap, though he found it easier the second time. Eventually it would be quite natural. Since this was not a punishment Fran took time to admire the bottom looking up at her from her lap. It certainly was a nice one! It matched his father’s, meaning she had two very nice bottoms to work on. How lucky could one woman be? Having enjoyed the view she took some time to rub his bottom, getting a sense of how it felt. Charlie couldn’t know but this bottom rub was inspiring Fran to spank him on as regular a basis as she could. In the long run it would be satisfactory for both, though Charlie never understood why it was for him. It just was.

SMACK SMACK SMACK An easy start, though Charlie did jump at the first smack. He hadn’t expected it quite yet. This was for Fran’s pleasure and perhaps his, too, if he knew how to accept that.

SMACK SMACK SMACK It didn’t hurt yet. His bottom was taking on a nice pink shade. She’d see to it that it would be red when she was done. SMACK SMACK SMACK Now Charlie was reacting a bit, grunting with each swat. SMACK SMACK SMACK A few more swats and a steady stream of “ow! ow! ow!” with each one. Fran had a rhythm going now. It was a pleasure watching the teen’s bottom take on more color. Fran was enjoying her work now and Charlie was getting into the rhythm, too, much as it was coming to hurt.

Fran picked up the pace, getting Charlie to yell a bit. After a couple of good yells she stopped, now gently rubbing his bottom.

“You’re doing well, my boy.” Her hand felt good and he liked the compliment. Any boy would. He still was hard, much to Fran’s delight. She let him relax a bit. “I think you’d like something else before we’re done.” Anyone overhearing her would have thought she was giving the boy something pleasurable. “I’ve brought something special for you.” She was almost cooing, Charlie thought.

As he lay there Charlie could tell that Fran was reaching for something. After a moment something cold and flat was lying on his warm bottom.

“Yes, dear,” she said like a mother giving a child something special. “Your very own hairbrush.” Charlie stiffened in response. She gently rubbed the brush over his bottom. “Now, now, dear, nothing to be nervous about. Any boy needs his own hairbrush for his bottom. I’ll put your name on the handle. It will be yours, just for me to use on your bottom.”

“Yes,” he mumbled. This was so new, he didn’t know what to think yet. Still, it already was special to be over her lap, just the two of them. Dad needn’t know about this. He wouldn’t, nor about any of their private times. He would know about the brush, of course.

“This will hurt a bit, of course, but not the way it will hurt if I need to use it for a punishment. So, you’d better be sure to behave. Right?”

“Yes, Fran,” he answered, this time more clearly.

With that five firm smacks from the brush landed on his already sore bottom. “Ow! Ow! Owwww!” He kicked his legs on the last two.

“Ah, that’s what I like to see,” Fran said, sounding like she was praising. Charlie felt good hearing it, despite the pain. This was weird, though, that she was making him feel good because he was getting a spanking. Special. This was another way he and his father were alike. Charlie couldn’t know that, at least not yet, but Fran did already. It made her happy. She had a wonderful husband who had a very special boy for a son.

For a while she rubbed his bottom again. Then she let him get up, his erection standing up proudly in front of him. He still was embarrassed but not as much as he had been. Maybe he’d come to want her to see it.

“Those clothes are a mess, young man,” Fran said, indicating the pile on the floor where his clothes had landed. “You know better than that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Fran,” he said as he picked up his pants and briefs. She handed him his t-shirt which she had kept. Was she looking for an excuse for a real spanking? He couldn’t read the signals. Would she really trick him into a spanking? Other than the times she just wanted to spank him, like today.

“May I leave?”

“Of course, dear. Enjoy your day.”

Thanks. You, too.” He went upstairs, shut his door behind him and worked up to another intense orgasm.

Fran was taking no sexual pleasure from spanking Charlie. It simply was fun to have that control over the boy. David was more than enough sexual stimulation. She knew Charlie was masturbating after the spankings and she was glad that he did. It’s what a teen should do.

That night, alone in bed, Charlie replayed the spanking in his mind, leading up to yet another great orgasm. He couldn’t figure it out but as he fell asleep he wondered if he was looking forward to the next spanking. He knew there’d be a next one.




Charlie’s Stepmother 2


Woman Power was proving to be quite successful as the three settled into it. Fran never abused her position, at least as far as actual punishment spankings went. With both of her men she did take advantage of her freedom to spank when she wanted. Most of the time she called these maintenance spankings; these spankings certainly did provide reminders that she was in charge. With her husband, though, there often was an erotic element which delighted them both.

After a while she affectionately referred to David and Charlie as “my good big boy” and “my good little boy.” Neither of them particularly liked that, especially Charlie who always blushed when she said it. He was almost seventeen and wanting to see himself as a young adult, not as a little boy. He knew better than to protest, though.

It was not always the case, but Fran did occasionally announce at dinner that one, or both, of them would be getting spanked. This tended to make Charlie more uncomfortable than it did his father. David wanted this lifestyle. He knew when he deserved discipline and willingly submitted to his wife. Charlie didn’t know it, of course, but David received much harder and longer spankings than Charlie did. It was only between David and Fran that sometimes spankings were foreplay for sex. Both enjoyed erotic spankings. Charlie would get a taste of it from Fran, something she saw as helping him develop sexually.

Charlie now knew that part of what was going on was that Fran was toying with him. He’d have hated it from anyone else but from her he now happily accepted it. Wanted it. She was lavishing attention on him, which he loved. Even when they hurt, the spankings were exciting. He’d seen changes in himself, changes which felt good. His grades had gone up a bit, too. If his friends were noticing anything, they weren’t saying. He hardly could tell them!

One Saturday afternoon when Charlie had finished whatever chores that needed doing he passed by the living room on his way to shower and change. Fran was taking a break and reading a recent magazine. She saw Charlie and said “how’s my good little boy?”

“Um, fine,” Charlie answered. He had stopped in order to reply and was looking at her. Usually that question meant that a spanking was coming.

“Chores all done?”

“Yes, Fran.”

“You are the good little boy. Get upstairs now and into the shower. When you’re done, wait for me in your room.” Yes, he was to be spanked. “Wait for me in your room” meant that he was not to dress or otherwise be covered. It hadn’t taken him long to understand the routine and to follow it.

The shower felt good. As he washed his butt he felt that tingle of nervousness and excitement that any boy feels when he is to be spanked, regardless of the reason for the spanking. If one can be said to “enjoy” a spanking, Charlie was coming to enjoy these non-discipline ones. He’d come to think of them as recreational. He and Fran tacitly saw these as special times together for them. Sometimes Fran made a recreational spanking hurt as much as a punishment one but Charlie never felt that she was being cruel. It was another way that he was like his father – he needed this.

Shower done and all dried off, Charlie went to his room and sat on the bed. It wasn’t long before Fran came in, hairbrush in hand. Charlie gulped when he saw it but said nothing. “Ah, that’s my good little boy,” she said, “naked and ready for his spanking.”

“Yes, Fran.” He stood and let her take her place on the bed, then settled over her lap. Seeing the hairbrush had made him start to get hard but that would change soon. SMACK SMACK SMACK Fran started with hard, firm hand swats, steadily delivered. Charlie was experienced enough now to have a good idea of how the color was rising on his bottom. In this first part of the spanking the buildup of the sting felt good. No matter how hard he was spanked, the sting afterwards gave him a special pleasure.

SMACK SMACK SMACK The spanking was moving from a pleasant sting to hurting. Charlie was responding now. No pleading, just a series of “ow! ow! ow!” as each swat landed. SMACK SMACK SMACK Now she had him kicking his legs a bit which always pleased Fran. She continued that way for a bit. When she stopped she said “Reach back and spread your cheeks.”

“Wha…?” This was totally unexpected.

“Do as you’re told buster,” Fran said with authority. Charlie was uncertain but reached back and did as she commanded. When he pulled his cheeks apart Fran had her first view of the boy’s most secret and intimate place. She smiled at the sight of his virgin rosebud. It was as cute as its owner she thought. There were some things he needed to learn about it. That was for later today or another time.

For now the task at hand was spanking the inside of his cheeks for his first time. She made sure it stung and Charlie cried out with each swat. When she had finished that she let him remove his hands. “You need the hairbrush now, don’t you little boy?”

“Yes, Fran.” There was only one answer to be given. Charlie would come to learn that the presence of the hairbrush combined with being called “little boy” always meant some serious time with the brush, more so than usual, even in non-punishment spanking. It had a purpose today. Fran would bring the boy to tears for the first time, would bring him to the total submission that only a spanking can bring. When she was done she would have a sobbing, broken boy over her lap. A boy under her control. A boy who knew that her love can be expressed through discipline and a good spanking as much as through hugs and other affection. A boy who understood that he could be happy and satisfied submitting to her will.

WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP “Owwwwww!”

Carefully she gave a cheek five good smacks by the brush. A short pause and she give five on the other cheek. Charlie was crying out as he never had. In all she planted twenty-five swats on each cheek. For all that effort, Charlie wasn’t broken yet. No matter. It allowed her to do more of what she intended.

“Spread your cheeks again!” This was a command not to be disobeyed. Charlie did as told, this time with more trepidation than before. Five swats of the brush landed on one side, then five on the other. It hurt! Charlie now was close to bawling, even wanting to. There was a short pause and then the brush landed straight between his cheeks. Charlie screamed, went limp, and let go with heavy gulping sobs. Oh it hurt like nothing before! Yet, even with that pain, something was good about all of this. He was broken. Both knew that now he was completely submissive to her.

Fran put the brush down. Knowing what she’d be doing this to his bottom she had made sure to bring some aloe lotion to sooth the boy. When she’d used it in the past he would almost be purring as she rubbed his lovely bottom. Charlie jerked when she squirted it on him, it felt so cold. When she began to rub it in, however, he began to calm down, giving himself over fully to her ministrations.

“Mustn’t forget here,” Fran said soothingly as she slipped her fingers between his cheeks to rub some aloe there, too. This felt good in a way Charlie had never experienced. When her fingers would get near his rosebud he would shudder slightly. She felt the boy growing against her thighs.

Now Fran was faced with a decision. The sight of his virgin rosebud as enticing. She had decided a while ago that at some point Charlie needed to learn just what pleasures his anus could afford him. The question was whether to introduce it now or save it for another time. If she waited it would be soon, in any case. She applied some more lotion to her hand and returned between his cheeks. This time she purposefully worked her way down to his rosebud, finally touching it lightly. Charlie gasped. It felt good! She kept her finger at the door, as it were, lightly rubbing his back with her other hand. She felt Charlie relaxing under her hands.

It was time. Gently she slipped the end of her finger in. Charlie gasped again. This was overwhelming. Neither spoke. Gently she let more of her finger invade. In a way it hurt and in a way it felt good. Charlie reached the point of no return – he wanted her finger all the way in and was lifting his bottom slightly to meet the finger. Slowly it did go all the way in, finally making contact with his prostate, bringing on another gasp, this one definitely of pleasure and excitement.

She let him take in the sensation, then whispered to him “how does that feel, little boy?”

“Ohhhh,” he moaned, “it feels so good.” He was breathing hard, now rocking himself a bit over her lap, stimulating his very hard and very full erection. Fran didn’t mind. She now was moving her finger around inside, giving him his first finger fuck. It wouldn’t be long before the explosion would happen. She knew it was good for him. She would never have sex with the boy, he needed to save that for a real lover of either sex. However, she could give him stimulation which would be good training.

The rocking continued. Suddenly Charlie had the overwhelming sensation he always got when he masturbated and was about to cum. With her finger firmly on his prostate, Charlie let out a long moan of pleasure and flooded Fran’s lap. “You’re a good little boy,” she whispered as he began to calm down. She left her finger in place until his breathing returned to normal. When she removed it Charlie immediately missed it.

“This is our secret, isn’t it, dear?” Fran said, not calling him a little boy this time.

“Yes, Fran,” Charlie responded, still a bit breathless.

“It feels like you made quite a mess, young man. It’s a good thing I’m wearing an old pair of slacks.” He could tell by her tone that she was not angry about any of this. Before she let him up she said “don’t get any ideas that spanking and pleasure now go together. When you need to be punished you will be.”

“Yes, Fran.” He now stood up. Her slacks were covered in his semen, as was his now deflated penis. Oddly, he felt no embarrassment. He felt good, even proud, that he had shared this with Fran.

“You may want to rest a bit after you clean yourself,” she said as she stood. “Before I go, however, I want you to see that I kept my promise. Your name is on the brush. It is just for you.” She showed him the handle with “Charles” etched into it. “It will stay here on your dresser as a reminder. I’ll see you later.” She gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek, put the brush on his bureau, and left. Charlie did lie down after cleaning the mess off him. He didn’t sleep but did reflect on what had happened. It was a lot to ponder.

In her own room as she changed Fran was feeling quite pleased. Charlie was as important to her as David was, though in a different way. With a smile she said to herself as she changed “that boy may just become my plaything. I’ll enjoy it and it will be good for him.” She reflected that in a different way she already a plaything in her husband David. Unlike Charlie, David had wanted it all along. How lucky could a woman get?

The hairbrush did stay on his bureau. He found it reassuring, not scary. Friends noticed that his name was on and did ask about that. He just said it was a gift from Fran. No one questioned it further, fortunately, but he did wonder if anyone discerned what it really was for. Charlie kept an eye out when he visited friends to see if maybe they had a brush, or even a paddle, which was their own. So far he hadn’t seen any. Other guys his age still must get spanked, too.

Charlie and Fran gave no signs that there was anything special or secret going on between them, beyond the spankings that had been happening all along. What David saw was a growing affection between his wife and son which only made him happy and content. He did take note of the hairbrush on his son’s bureau. He knew why it was there. After all, he had one of his own.

David was a bit amused when he noticed that Charlie was unconcerned if Fran saw him naked at times when he wasn’t being spanked. David wanted his son to feel that there was no need to hide now that a woman was in the house. Boys and men needed not to be modest, in any case. Fran would give Charlie a sly wink when she encountered him naked and Charlie would smile back. It was exciting to have their secret life.

Business had David out of town now and then which made for stretches of time when Fran could freely spank her stepson. During one such time when David was away Charlie got sick with a slight case of flu. He’d dressed for the day but when he told Fran he felt bad she sent him up to his room. “I need to take your temperature” Fran announced. “Get your pants off and lie on your left side with your right leg up.”

“What for?”

“So I can take your temperature, silly boy.”

“Up my bum?”

“How else? Do I have to spank you to get you to cooperate?”

“No, Fran.” He did as told, his rosebud again on display for his stepmother who took great pleasure in seeing it. She lubed him, lubed the thermometer and slid it in. Not as good as a finger, he thought, but it did feel good. Fran could see him relax and left it in a bit longer than necessary.

“As I suspected, you do have a slight temperature,” she said when she’d looked at the reading. “I want you in this and in bed.” She handed him a cozy onesie which she had bought for him. Charlie, like his father, now was sleeping nude most of the time but he’d worn the onesie and did like how snug it felt. As Fran watched he stripped off the rest of his clothes, climbed into the onesie, then into bed.

“My good little boy,” Fran cooed. She sat with him for a few minutes. “I’ll make you some chicken soup for lunch. That’s always good for a touch of the flu.”

“Thanks, Fran. You’re good to me.”

“You’re worth it.” She smiled and left the room, leaving Charlie to fall into a much needed sleep. As he dozed off the thermometer was a pleasant memory.

A bit after Noon Fran came in with soup on a tray. “Let’s check your temp while this cools,” she said. Charlie didn’t say anything but secretly was glad that he’d feel the thermometer again. Maybe she’d take his temperature every few hours until he was well. The onesie had a convenient back flap which she undid then repeated the routine of earlier. Charlie sighed as the thermometer went in. He couldn’t see, but Fran had a big smile in response to that. The boy was learning.

The soup did make him feel better. He stayed in bed but read and did some things on his laptop. Around four Fran came in again, thermometer and lube in hand. “We need to check you again.” Charlie quickly and gladly got himself in position. Fran was amused at his apparent eagerness. This time the lubing process included her finger slipping in up to the first knuckle. Charlie moaned with pleasure at that, producing another unseen smile on Fran’s face. A good sign that even feeling sick Charlie enjoyed this. It was turning into an enjoyable routine for both of them.

“You’re doing better. I’ll check again after I have dinner.” This time Charlie did doze off and was surprised when she woke him by undoing the front of his onesie. As he was waking up she helped him out of it. Now completely naked he was fully awake, awaiting instructions. “You know what to do.”

“Yes, Fran.” Whatever was doing it, soup or rest, he did feel better and more excited this time about the imminent invasion of his most private part. Suddenly he realized that he wanted her to see that most private place. He took the position and was sighing with pleasure as Fran’s finger went into him. He also, for the first time today, was getting hard. Fran didn’t see but she could tell. A good sign that he was returning to health. She had found a slightly thicker thermometer. Charlie could tell the difference and let out another sigh when it replaced her finger. Charlie’s response to the thermometer today gave Fran some ideas for his future. For now he needed to get completely well.

“Just about normal. You’ll be fine in the morning and we can decide if you should go to school or not. Sometimes an extra day of rest is needed.”

“Yes, Fran,” Charlie replied. The idea of an extra day appealed to him, especially if he felt fine, just needing a bit more rest. He was sure Fran would make it a good day.

“I want your light out by eleven. You still need your rest.” Charlie could hear the “or else” in her voice. He was sure that his bout of flu had put off the spanking he always got in his father’s absence. Or spankings.

“Don’t worry, I will! I’m still tired.”

“Good boy.” With that she took her leave.

The next morning he felt normal. He had slept in the onesie but peeled it off before going to the bathroom to relieve himself. He returned to his room to find Fran waiting for him.

“You must be feeling better,” she said, smiling had his nakedness.

“Oh yes, much. I think I’m normal again.”

“One way to find out. Over my lap this time.” Charlie gladly climbed onto her lap and spread his legs slightly as he prepared himself for the thermometer. Fran took more time lubing him with her inserted finger. The thermometer went in and stayed for about five minutes. She could see that having it in him really did relax him, even when healthy. This was good to know. Thermometers had uses on boys beyond taking temperatures.

This time when the thermometer came out it was replaced by her finger again. She didn’t do anything other than keep it in him while she looked at reading on the thermometer.

“Back to normal I’m glad to say.”

“Good.” Charlie made no other comment nor did he make a move to escape her finger. It made him feel good. It made him feel loved by his stepmother with whom he now had such a special bond, even if it meant a sore bottom on a regular basis. He was thriving on that. Was all this perverted? He didn’t care. Sometimes he did wonder if some of his buddies had anything similar in their lives. Not with their mothers, but with some woman or girl who was significant. How would he ever find out? Not matter, for now at least.

Finally she did pull out of him. “Take a shower and come down to breakfast.”

“OK.” Fran let him off her lap, left, and Charlie made his way to the bathroom. When he was done and dry he went downstairs. For some reason it hadn’t occurred to him to get dressed. Naked was more comfortable.

“What have we here?” Fran asked when he came into the kitchen.

“Oh! I guess I forgot to get dressed.” Charlie blushed a little. “I will if you want me to.”

“No, no. There’s no reason for you to feel embarrassed about your nakedness. Boys shouldn’t be modest, you know that. If I had my way you’d be naked all the time around the house. Your father, too.” They both had a laugh over that. Charlie took no further notice of his nakedness as the day went on. In fact, over time he had come to realize that he wanted Fran to see him naked. And she liked seeing him naked, so it was a win-win for them.

Later that afternoon Charlie was in his room doing some homework on his laptop, still naked. Fran came in and put her hands on his shoulders. “I’d like to see how fully recovered you are. We know the best way to do that and it doesn’t need the thermometer.” Charlie knew what she meant. As he got out of his chair she took her place on the bed and soon Charlie was over her lap. Being there after a day of feeling poorly now felt good and comfortable. He had come to love the intimacy of being naked over her lap. Being naked over her lap for the thermometer rather than a spanking had only intensified this.

SMACK SMACK SMACK This didn’t show signs of being a hard spanking. It was enough to get him responding and even kicking a bit. Tears were for another time when he felt fully himself, but the signs were good.

Spanking done, Fran rubbed his bottom for a while. She felt him get hard. She leaned over and kissed him on the back of the head. “I’d say you’re healthy again. I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.” She let him get up so that she could leave. When alone he masturbated for the first time in a couple of days. That felt good, too.

He did get dressed for dinner. Dad would be home tomorrow. Charlie had a good idea what that meant for his schedule. Sure enough, after dinner Fran announced “you’ll be getting spanked after school tomorrow.” She smiled at him. She didn’t always tell David what Charlie had done to deserve a spanking but she did like her husband to know when he returned from a trip that she would be applying some discipline, or perhaps just some maintenance, to the boy. David would be home by the time Charlie got back from school so he’d be aware of the spanking. Fran would tell him her plans, in any case.

“Yes, Fran.” Charlie went about the after-dinner clean up. For the first time he was feeling quite excited and far less nervous at knowing that he’d be spanked. He was developing the compliance that Woman Power created in boys and men.

The next day was a Friday meaning a weekend was ahead of him. Even if he didn’t see friends Charlie always enjoyed the relaxation of the weekend. Dad and Fran had time for him, too, which made him feel good.

When he got home from school Fran already was home from work. She had flexible hours and could come and go as she wanted. Dad was there, too, happy to see his son. Father and son shared a long hug. “Been behaving?” he asked. “Better ask Fran,” Charlie replied. This had become a standard exchange when David had been away and always made them laugh.

“Wait for me in your room, clothes on” Fran said after these greetings. For this spanking she would slowly undress him, often doing it as the spanking went on. She rarely told him to stay dressed but both enjoyed the times when she’d undress him. This was yet another form of submission that exciting for the boy. They were getting to know the spanking routines well.

Charlie sat on his bed and waited. She did not like to find him on his phone or otherwise preoccupied. He was to wait for her. Eventually she did come in. She had not mentioned the hairbrush so likely this would be a hand spanking but with the humiliation, and he had to admit, the thrill, of having her undress him. He always was hard well before his pants came down, let alone his briefs.

“Stand up,” she said. He knew what to do. He got up as she took her place then stood in front of her. “We need to set you up for the weekend.” A Friday afternoon spanking was not unusual, though he never had figured out how that set him up for the weekend, other than he made sure to be on his best behavior. “Over my lap.” Charlie put himself in place.

Hand spankings over jeans are never satisfactory. Both knew that for this kind of spanking the slow undressing of Charlie was the important thing. Along with a red bottom, of course. Fran didn’t like how the denim felt so this part of the spanking always was short. Soon came another “stand up.” Charlie did. She reached forward and undid his belt, undid the buttons on his jeans (he preferred the button fly), then lowered his jeans below his knees. Wordlessly she guided him back over her lap. He had on white briefs today which she enjoyed seeing him in more than other colors. She smoothed the material. That done, the real spanking began. SMACK SMACK SMACK Charlie could tell right away that this was a serious spanking, even without being discipline.

This went on for a while, Fran bringing Charlie to responding. She was amused that, for all his cries of discomfort, today he was raising his bottom to meet her hand. This was occurring more often during his spankings. She was training him well. When she could feel a bit of heat through the cotton she stopped, reached down and deftly pulled the jeans off Charlie’s legs, followed by his briefs. His bottom now was bare and his legs free to kick. This always was a fun time for her.

After a bit more spanking his legs did start to kick. She paused to pull his t-shirt up and off him, now having a fully naked teen over her lap. A lovely sight, especially with a red bottom.

Fran was experienced enough a spanker that she could bring a boy, or a man, to tears with just a hand spanking. She hadn’t arrived intending to make Charlie cry but now she decided she did want tears and she adjusted her technique. She didn’t have to be harsh, just steer the boy in the direction she wanted him to go.

Sure enough, it worked. Charlie suddenly went limp and let go with a wail and sobs. Fran reached for the thermometer which was on Charlie’s beside table, with his hairbrush. She kept it there so it would be available if needed and so that he would see it as another reminder of her power over him. She had read about using a rectal thermometer to calm a crying boy after a spanking. She’d chatted with some friends who confirmed that this was true and provided the boy comfort after his spanking. Testing the theory was what had brought her to make this a spanking to tears. Fran wasted no time lubing the thermometer, spreading the boy’s cheeks and slipping it in.

Feeling the tube go into him startled Charlie in a good way. He did feel comforted for some reason. Neither of them, especially Charlie, had considered that a thermometer could be used this way. Fran, at least, knew that it would be in regular use now. The result of it being in him changed Charlie’s sobs quickly to tears. He cried softly but not for long. When he was calm Fran let him lie there over her lap for a few minutes savoring the tube inside him.

When Charlie was well relaxed Fran tried something she’d heard about recently. She had met a practicing dominatrix (of men only) who gave consultations to women who wanted to learn more about Woman Power. She praised Fran as a good pupil when Fran reported back on using some of the lady’s techniques. Mostly they were for her to do with David in their sex play, but there were some things that were appropriate for Charlie, too. This use of the thermometer was something the dominatrix had mentioned, confirming what Fran had heard.

It would be tried now. She slid out the thermometer then used the tip to gently stimulate the sensitive skin of his rosebud right around the hole. In short order Charlie was squirming, then writhing, with erotic stimulation. “Oh! Oh! Fran!” he was shouting as she continued to tease. He was hard as a rock. He began to blatantly hump her thighs. She didn’t mind. It was amusing to see the teen give over to his needs. When she knew he was close she replaced the tube with her finger pressed against his hole. That was all that was needed to send him over the edge. With a loud groaning “ohhhhhh!” he exploded, over and over, aware only of the power of his orgasm. Now he needed time again to relax. Fran rested a hand on his bottom and let him recover.

She had left the bedroom door open. David heard everything, as she intended. He smiled to himself, knowing what his son was experiencing and learning.

When his breathing had returned to normal he knew he was allowed to get up, which he did. “Oh gosh, I made a terrible mess on you!”

“Not to worry, honey. I wanted you to make that mess.”

“Oh?” She’d never expressed it this way.

“Yes. It will get you ready for what I have planned for the weekend for you and your father.” Charlie didn’t know what to say. “Now, I need to get cleaned up and we need to get organized for dinner.” She left the room. She had replaced the thermometer on the bureau. It’s presence there did cause him some embarrassment when friends visited. He didn’t come up with a good reason for it to be there but did manage to ward off any inquisitiveness. Maybe some of the guys knew why it was there anyhow?

Charlie rinsed off quickly in the shower, pulled on a t-shirt and gym shorts and joined her downstairs. Dad soon joined them, giving his son a knowing smile which made Charlie blush slightly. Both adults thought it was charming.

After dinner all three decided to watch TV together. As they were settling Fran said to Charlie, so only he could hear, “when I come up at bedtime you are to be naked.” Charlie nodded.

He did as instructed and was waiting naked in his room. Fran came in with something in her hand. “I’m trying something new with you and your father,” she said. “Sometimes men, especially teens, need some supervision of when they can release their built-up semen so that they don’t masturbate too much. I’ve bought matching cages for your penises which will keep you out of trouble.” She revealed the object. Charlie didn’t like the look of it but didn’t object.

“Did this afternoon get you well drained?” she asked.

“Yes,” he admitted. Then added, somewhat bashfully, “I honestly haven’t been hard since then.” He could make such admissions to her now.

“Very good. We won’t have any trouble getting this on.” She did take his balls into her hand to test if they felt full. She rarely touched his genitals and any time she did it would cause a shiver. Tonight was no exception.

Attaching a cock cage was new for her, too, so it took a while to get it on correctly but it did go on and fit perfectly. She attached the little lock which would keep Charlie from removing it. “I have the key on this wrist band where it will stay unless I am using it. It will take some time for you to get used to wearing this but wearing it all weekend should do the trick.”

Charlie walked over to where he could look at himself in the mirror. It did look a bit weird.

“Don’t worry, you can pee easily with it on. You just can’t get hard and you can’t masturbate. Good night, sweetheart. One last thing – come naked to breakfast. Your father will be, too,” she added with a wink.

In the morning he found that with the cage on he had to sit to pee but otherwise it was no problem. His morning wood had pressed against the cage but quickly receded. Not having much to do since he wasn’t getting dressed he soon was downstairs in the kitchen. There was dad, naked, too, and also wearing a cage! Charlie gasped. He’d forgotten that Fran said Dad was getting a cage, too.

“Good morning, son.”

“Good morning, dear,” said Fran. “Two matching caged boys. Don’t you look nice.” Charlie could see that she was right. He and Dad, as he knew, were quite similar in looks generally, and specifically in their packages. They certainly like a matched pair in their cages! Charlie blushed a bit at her comment. From what he could see, though, Dad was enjoying being caged. Charlie figured it was their business and if Dad liked it, good for him. Charlie found it a bit awkward but figured he’d get used to it. Did he have any other choice?

It was a warm day and neither male saw any need to dress as they went about their business. There always were chores to do. Today Charlie was enjoying doing them naked.

That night Charlie could hear noises from their bedroom. He guessed that the cage must be exciting for them. He didn’t want to know anything more! He did have to go out on Sunday but found if he went commando under his jeans the cage fit comfortably. He always enjoyed going without underwear anyhow.

Sunday night Fran made a bit of a ceremony out of releasing the boys from their bonds, as it were. In the living room she had them stand together. First she unlocked Charlie’s cage and took it off. He immediately sprang to life. Both had seen him hard before, Dad even had walked in on him masturbating. He’d smiled and said “enjoy” as he left. Now, though, for some reason it felt a bit embarrassing. He watched as Fran undid Dad’s cage. With Dad she teased a bit during the process, not that Dad needed it in order to also get hard as soon as he was free. The rare times Charlie did see his father hard confirmed that they were similar in that way, too. He looked back and forth at himself and Dad. Dad gave him a smile which conveyed his pride in his son’s development.

“Off you go, Charlie. Take your time if you can,” Fran said with a big smile. Charlie and David both knew what she meant. Charlie quickly went upstairs. In his haste he didn’t fully shut his door and the sounds of his orgasm were heard downstairs. Dad and Fran smiled when they heard it. They waited until they knew he was settled in his room with the door shut, then went upstairs.

“You’re getting yours now,” Fran said in a sexy whisper as they went into their bedroom and shut the door behind them. Charlie had no trouble seeing that his father’s bottom was red when he and Dad arrived naked for breakfast. Charlie felt some embarrassment at having this intimation of what they’d been doing. Fran liked for each of her boys to know that she’d spanked them so it had become not unusual for either or both to have a red bottom when they were together.

Another facet of Fran’s Woman Power was beginning.