Marcy's Story (Part 1)

Chapter Thirty Six: Marcy’s Story (Part 1)

Dad finally had a group of prospective investors lined up for his new business venture. He had reserved a room at an upscale restaurant. He planned to treat them to a sumptuous dinner and then go into his sales pitch.

As I passed by the living room one evening I heard him talking to mom, “Frank phoned today and he’s very interested in the deal. He figures they can make a weekend of it. They’ll come over here Saturday morning and you girls can get in some shopping, while I go over the details with Frank. Then later on we go to the dinner. They stay the night here and go back home sometime on Sunday.”

Stepping into the room and trying to keep a neutral tone in my voice I asked, “Are Uncle Frank and Aunt Julia bringing Marcy with them?”

“Yes they are,” dad replied. “I figure that she can spend the evening with you while we’re at the dinner and sales meeting. That’s not a problem is it?”

I calmly said, “No problem at all.”

Saturday morning Uncle Frank’s Lincoln Towne Car pulled into the drive. I took particular note of Marcy as she got out of the car. She was a vision of loveliness. The knee-length navy blue skirt and white silk blouse combination she was wearing looked just as sexy on her as the tight jeans and tops she normally wore. I also noted that she was wearing nylons and black high heel shoes. I hoped the nylons weren’t those dreadful panty hose. I infinitely preferred stockings. The thought crossed my mind that if all went according to plan; I would find out which it was before the night was over.

The day passed by like a thousand years. Mom, Aunt Julia and Marcy spent most of it shopping. At 6:00pm.sharp; the Towne Car was pulling out of the drive and Marcy and I were finally in the house alone. She said, “Well Bill what do we do while the adult supervision is away? Want to go out and cruise around in that new car of yours? You could show me the sights.”

I said, “Maybe a little later. Let’s go down to my room. I want you to see it and we can talk for a while.”

My room was in the basement now. Dad had a small section of our lot excavated along one side of the house to provide a portion of the basement with a walk out area. So my room had windows on one side and I had my own private outside entrance. There was also easy access from inside the house. As usual, mom and dad went all out fixing up this living space for me when I requested it. The area was more like a small apartment than just a bedroom. There was a full bath and a large sitting area with a couch and a couple of chairs. There was even a little kitchen with a sink, microwave and refrigerator.

Marcy was very impressed. She said, “This is great Bill! You really have it made. It’s like having your own apartment down here.”

After she sat on the couch and crossed her sexy legs she asked, “Well Bill; what do you want to talk about?”

“I want you to talk about your relationship with my Uncle Frank.”

“I guess Frank’s OK as step dads go. I think he’s a little too strict; but we get along.”

“I don’t mean that relationship Marcy. I mean your sexual relationship.”

Marcy’s face turned a little pale and she exclaimed, “My God Bill! What do you mean? You must be crazy!”

“Marcy I’m not crazy; sneaky yes, but crazy no. I saw what went on between you and Uncle Frank the last time we were visiting. I could give you the details to prove it; but I don’t think it’s necessary.”

Marcy looked at me and said, “The damned door wasn’t closed all the way!”

I nodded.

“Bill, please tell me that haven’t mentioned what you saw to anyone else.”

“Of course I haven’t told anyone, but I want to know how it all started. I’m very interested in that.”

Marcy seemed to consider for a moment and then said, “Since you already know about it, I guess giving you the details won’t matter. Actually I’ve wanted to talk about it with someone; but it’s been impossible.”

Then Marcy settled back more comfortably and began: Mom and my real dad got divorced when I was nine. I guess my mom must have felt guilty about the whole thing; as if losing my dad was going to warp my personality or something like that. The only times I remember him paying any attention to me were when he was yelling about something I did or didn’t do. I was actually glad to see him go. But anyway, if mom felt like she had to make things up to me; I sure wasn’t going to tell her any different. So for about six years until I was fifteen; I got to do just about what ever I wanted.

Then mom started dating Frank and believe me I really resented it. I didn’t want things to change. When mom told me that they were getting married I threw a royal fit. But this was one time I didn’t get my way. Mom was crazy about Frank and even the guilt trips I tired to lay on her couldn’t change that.

For about six months after they were married, there was a battle of wills between me and Frank. I don’t know how many times I heard him tell mom that I needed to be disciplined or I was going to become completely unmanageable. Mom always told him that I had had a difficult childhood and I needed time to adjust.

Then one afternoon it all came to a head. Mom was out when I got home from school; but Frank’s car was in the drive. When I went in, I didn’t see him around. I figured he was in the den working. I went on up to my bedroom and switched on my stereo and turned it up loud. I think subconsciously I wanted to get Frank’s attention. In a few minutes he came up to my room and said that he was trying to work. He told me to turn the noise down. I guess I was trying to test him. You know; seeing just how far I could go. I told him that he must be stupid if he couldn’t tell the difference between music and noise. Then I said that this was my room and I could do whatever I wanted in here. He didn’t say a word. He just left the room. I guess in a way I was disappointed; I expected a little more fight from him.

About five minutes later I was lying on the bed with the stereo blaring away, when he came back in the room. He went over and switched the stereo off. Then he yanked the chair out from the dressing table. Before I could say a word or take in what was happening, he jerked me up off the bed, dragged me across the room to the chair and had me across his knees with the back of my skirt flipped up and my bottom raised. I heard a loud CRACK and my seat was burning. Before I could even let out a yell of protest; there were two more CRACKS and my butt was literally on fire. I started to scream and then there was a fourth CRACK right across my seat.

Then Frank pulled me up, stood me in front of him and said, “That wasn’t your punishment. That was just a little warm up to get your attention.” Let me tell you Bill, I was really scared now. I was surreptitiously rubbing my bottom through my skirt and panties; but it wasn’t doing much good. At the same time Frank was sitting there slapping that wooden paddle against the palm of his hand. I guess he brought it with him; but I hadn’t noticed it. Then he said that he had a long talk with mom and she finally agreed that I did need some discipline. He said she also agreed that he would be in charge of it and there was to be no interference with his methods.

Looking me straight in the eyes he said, “Right now a new relationship begins young lady. You will understand that you are not an adult; but I am. Therefore, in this new relationship you will abide by my rules and submit to my method of punishment. For example, for your rudeness to me just now, you have earned twelve swats. The swats will be on your bare bottom. You will strip down to your panties and get over my knees for your punishment. If you give me any argument or fail to do as I say; your punishment is doubled to twenty four swats.”

In spite of being afraid of that paddle, I couldn’t stand the thou
ght of my stepfather seeing me with my clothes off. I was already embarrassed by him seeing my panties. I was close to
sixteen and already well developed for my age. So I started to cry a little and plead with him. I remember saying I was sorry and please don’t make me do it and that I would be really good from then on. Frank said that he knew I wasn’t really bad and he was sorry to have to punish me.”

Then he said that he was taking into consideration that this was my first spanking and that he would let my arguing slide this once. Then I remember him saying, “As of now your punishment still stands at twelve swats. Now you’re going to be over my knees in about three minutes. You will be getting either twelve or twenty four swats with the paddle; the choice is up to you.”

There was nothing I could do Bill. My face was probably as red as my bottom as I started to get undressed in front of Frank. I put my fingers in the waistband of my skirt, slid it down and stepped out of it. Then I pulled my sweater up over my head. I wished I could sink through the floor as I stood there in my bra and panties and still wearing my shoes. For some reason still having my shoes on made me feel more undressed. I looked pleadingly at Frank; but he just glanced at his watch and I knew what that meant. I reached behind my back, unfastened my bra and slipped it off.

Frank didn’t say a word; he just patted his lap. I walked to the side of the chair and got over his knees. He shifted me around a little, getting my bottom in position. Then he gave me a couple of light taps on the seat of my panties and told me to raise my bottom a little. Then I felt him taking my panties down. When he had them at my knees, he told me to raise my legs and he took them completely off. I was glad my head was down over the other side of the chair. At least I could close my eyes and try to pretend this wasn’t happening. Here I was completely nude except for shoes; bent over my stepfather’s knees with my bottom raised waiting for a spanking.

The next thing I felt was that wooden paddle being slowly rubbed over my bottom cheeks. At this point, it actually felt cold against my skin. Then Frank grasped me around the waist and I felt a sting like an electric shock as the paddle splatted right into the middle of my bottom. In a second there was loud CRACK as the paddle came down on my right bottom cheek. Then it was rebounding off my left bottom cheek. Before too long my bottom was burning so bad I couldn’t tell where the paddle was landing; of course I was screaming and kicking like mad, trying to work my bottom off Frank’s lap and away from that paddle. Well Frank’s a big man and really strong. I wasn’t going anywhere and all that fighting earned me two extra swats across the backs of my thighs before the session was over.

When Frank was done spanking me, I was sobbing so hard that I was practically choking. He lifted me off his lap and lay me face down on the bed. The second I was free of his grasp, my hands flew behind my back and I began frantically massaging my bottom. Then I felt Frank sit down on the bed. He pulled my hands away and then I felt him squirt a glob of cool lotion on each of my burning bottom cheeks. Then he began to massage the lotion in. It felt so good I didn’t even think about being embarrassed. He put more lotion on and moved down the backs of my thighs. Then I did have a twinge of embarrassment. I felt him spreading my bottom cheeks and sliding his finger up and down my, well you know, between them and touching me back there just a little.

Then he turned me over onto my back, took a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe my tears. He said he had punished me for my own good. Then I remember something he said that made quite an impression, “Marcy it would be easy for me to ignore you and just let you go your own way. But I love you and care about how you grow up.”

Then he said, “Now this was your first spanking and I know it felt hard to you. But really it wasn’t; it was just a moderate warming for a bottom as nicely developed as yours.” Then he looked into my eyes, bent over me and said softly, “You’re a very beautiful girl and I do love you.”

Before I knew what was happening, Frank was kissing me and I was kissing him back and feeling myself getting turned on. You may think this is strange, but the tingling of my, still burning, bottom seemed to add to the excitement. Then he moved away from my lips and started kissing my throat then down to my shoulders. He took my breasts in his hands and began lightly kissing and sucking on my nipples. By now I was so aroused that I was trembling all over.

Then he slid his hand down and began touching me, you know there, between my legs. When he started touching me there, it was like my body took control. My legs spread wide to let him do anything he wanted. He bent down over me there, began kissing and using his tongue. He slid his hand down lower and started touching and massaging my …you know…there in my bottom too. Instead of trying to stop him like I kept thinking that I should do; I drew my legs back up toward my chest so it would be easy for him to do more there. After a few minutes, a wave of pleasure washed over my whole body. It was so good, I felt like I was going to float away. After that Frank got off the bed, leaned over and kissed me again and left the room. I was so drained that I fell asleep for a couple of hours without even getting dressed.

Then Marcy said, “So there you have it. That’s how it all started.”

“That was over three years ago. What went on after that first time? I mean, how did things change after that?” I asked.