Adrian was 10 when his dad remarried. She was an older mother, well into her 40s. She has two of her own daughters, both in their teens.She was incredibly strict and didn't put up with any nonsense, especially from Adrian. I saw her quite a few times give him a spanking in front of everyone. Poor Adrians shorts and pants would come down and she had him over her knee and used her hand,slipper or strap on him. Afterwards she would stand him up and pull off his shirt, take his socks off. Then she went out of the room, leaving him there without anything on and come back with his pyjamas.She would put his pyjamas on, top first then bottoms.Adrian was then led out of the room and taken upstairs to bed.I saw this happen as early as 2pm.I stayed there a few times and she took the strap to me more than once then put to bed.I remember when my mother found out she took me home and gave me another spanking!
I think dad and son should be put to bed early by stepmom at the same time (5:30 is well) and wearing both feminine nighties. After stepmom closed shutters and curtains in their double baby room then kissed them nite-nite, they are locked up, aren‘t allowed to turn light on, to talk and of course to get up, and have only to sleep until next morning with potties and babyphone at their bedsides. Only when stepmom wants that, dad is invited in her bed for love, then back to his own bed. Dad and son should be also put to bed (even by day) when stepmom has guests and when she goes out. In this case, son’s GF would be their babysitter.
As in the picture, since I married with my second wife, my son of 18 and myself have actually compulsory early bedtime. Dinner in pyjamas and in the kitchen at 5 PM for both of us, nite-nite at 5:30 for son and at 6:00 for me after I tucked him up and I laid the table for the dinner of my wife and her relatives. The mother and the twins (two 12 y.o. sassy girls) of my wife also settled in my house. Of course, she favour her familly who shares the most confortable rooms. She also prefers to eat and to pass the evening and most of he weekend quietly in their company. That’s because she put me and my son so early to bed. According to her moon and her minds, I’ve to be in bed in her room or in the one of son. Both of us males („ baby boys“ like the twins name us) are aslept or languishing (since we aren’t allowed to get up, to read and even to talk together when I’ve been put to bed in the room of son, and we are watched through a babyphone) while it’s still light and while wife, stepmother and stepdaughters are dining, watching TV, talking or playing cards downstairs, playing tennis on my court, welcoming guests. My near 19 y.o. son is especially humiliated when the 6-7 years younger than him twins make us ready for bed (what they usually do before to dine, when my wife wants I go to bed in my sons room). I was myself much ashamed when my ex (who lives now in Australia) visited us with her new husband a Sunday and I was sent to bed after I served coffee after lunch. My son and me were ordered to undress and once ready for bed to come back downstairs to tell goodbye and goodnight to everybody. When we came back in our pyjamas at about 1:30, I was as red as a beetroot and my son was in tears. His mother kissed and soothed him. She asked permission to tuck us up. She was allowed but with many recommandations out loud: to close shutters and to draw curtains closely, be sure we have our potties in our bedside tables, our stuffed pets in our beds and our dummies in our mouthes, to turn the babyphone on, to force to turn us back on in our beds. She came upstairs with us and she observed strictly these directives. She stayed a while at the bedside of our son, kissing and soothing him again, saying him that was well to be early in bed and he wasn’t alone since I was in bed like him. Our still sobbing son asked for a story but she wasn’t sure we were allowed. She went out our bedroom to ask her successor if she could. She came back to tell us the guests will drink digestive in the garden and we two had to sleep right. She kissed us tenderly, our son a longer time than me. As a conditionned reflex, I reminded her to turn the babyphone on and to lock us up going out. From our pillows, I heard for a while my son son sobbing in his bed while my ex, her husband, my wife and the others talking and laughing below our windows. I heard my wife explaining our guests what the rules are for us and what happened if we aren’t strictly obedient. I felt even more ashamed but after I observed my son wasn’t more whining I finally fell asleep.
Our humiliation, especially mine, started again two hours later when my ex, Diane, and her new husband came in our bedroom to bring to us our baby bottles of milk. Diane tied bibs round one’s necks. We had to drink in front of both of them. They commented on laughing what we did while we sucked at our bottles. When finished, I explained we had to brush our teeth and go to the toilet before nighty-night. Diane told us to hurry up because she and hubby have to go back to their hotel. After we got back into bed, she tucked up both of us again. Before to go, she told us they’ll are leaving in 3 days but they couldn’t see us before because our early bedtimes. After kissed us and asked our son to write her often, she and hubby told us goodbye and goodnight. Before to fall asleep again, I could hear Diane and her husband to take one’s leave of Maryse, my present wife. My former wife congratulated my new one on our discipline and recommanded her to continue to be strict with us and especially on our bedtime. She confessed that she regreted to not have done herself the same with her son and me while we lived together. From our beds, we still heard their car starting. After that, as our son Jordan told his mother, we had only to sleep until Monday morning. 4:00 o’clock rang in the distance. I said nite-nite to Jordan. Because oft he bright light outside, I stay awake for half an hour. Among the humiliations of this afternoon, the worst was to have had to put my pyjamas on, to go to bed and above all to suck at my baby bottle then at my dummy in front of the husband of Diane.
I was embarrassed several other times. A Saturday afternoon that my wife was downtown with her twins, I was chatting with a neighbour, a sexy woman I know since years. My stepmother saw us and didn’t view that favourably. She called out to me loudly ordering me to come in and off to bed straightaway. I was of course terribly ashamed but I knew I had to obey. I blushed, stammered excuses and took one’s leave of my astonished and disappointed but amused neighbour. When I was with my pyjamas on a few minutes later and before to get into bed, I asked stepmom in which room I had to be tucked in. That would be in the one of Jordan, my son. He was allowed to play tennis backyard with his young stepsisters and two of their friends, since our usual early bedtime. I told stepmother that he could know I was bed punished in his room and begged her to inform him that I wouldn’t be able to join him as I promised. She replied he’d better went to bed too and she ordered me to go to get him. I protested I’d deserved to be punished but not my son, and moreover I was ready for bed and already in pyjamas. She replied curtly that was herself and not me to decide on his bedtime and told me to hurry up: „It’s usual to wear a pyjamas when bed punished, isn’t it?". I put slippers on and went to the tennis court with my pink feminine pyjamas and bedroom slippers on. One of the twins saw me first. When she bursted out laughting, my son turned over. Others girls also roared with laughter seeing me ready for bed in the early afternoon. My son was first speechless then asked me with a white voice what happened. I confessed in shame that my stepmother sent me to bed as a punishment because she surprised me while I was flirting with our neighbour while my wife wasn’t there. I explained that stepmother wanted he went also to bed, even if it was earlier than our compulsory bedtime and even if he wasn’t a bad boy like I was. He started to cry and threw his racket before to follow me dragging one’s feet with the girls mockery.
(2) When I came back home in my pink pyjamas, my mocking neighbour asked us why my son was in tears. I stammered he had to go to bed too. „Was he also disobedient?“ „No, he’s not punished but he has to go to bed all the same because I’m bed confined and locked in his room.“ She told she was sorry for our forward beddies because of her, then wished us nite-nite laughing. While my still whining son undressed and put on his pyjamas, I got our beds ready. Stepmother got impatient and came upstairs to check whether we were in bed or not. My son was already, still sobbing, but I wasn’t yet because I was getting ready to close the shutters. The window was wide open and my sexy neighour could look at me. Stepmom gave me two slaps in the face and three more on the bottom then shouted „Off to bed now, pervert bad boy… I hope at least you haven’t forgotten to take your potties! And have your whining sonny his teddy bear?“ My son murmured a poor „yes, Madame“ and I only nodded because I also started to cry getting into bed. Before to close our shutters and to block a bright sun outdoor, stepmother told calmly to the neighbour from the window that „The boys need discipline especially the one’s who believe they are older enough.“ The woman replied laughing „You’re right. An older rascal like your son-in-law certainly worries you and your daughter.“ „Oh sure. We are quiet and at rest only when both of them are well tucked up… Sorry, but now I’ve to prepare them to sleep.“ „So, good afternoon for you … and goodnight for both the boys!“ After she got us ready, tucked us up, put our dummies in the mouth, turned the babyphone on and the light off, she ordered us to turn the back, to obey and to stay quiet since my wife will come back. Before to fall asleep a few minutes later, I could still hear my stepmother and the woman chatting. My stepmother explained her that we had potties because we are locked in our bedroom and dummies because we calm down more easily. Our neighbour agreed laughing. I confess I felt at once ashamed and aroused.
"A Saturday afternoon that my wife was downtown with her twins..." Sorry, I've confused the Saturdays. That one, her twins wasn't with her. When they were, that's another story ;-)
Another error: " He was allowed to play tennis backyard with his young stepsisters and two of their friends, since our usual early bedtime". Off course I'd have to write "UNTIL our compulsory bedtime". I know, I'd deserve a punishment... Sorry.
Dad should be in pyjamas too.
ReplyDeleteLucky him!
ReplyDeleteJust add nappies and i would love to be in his position!
Would love to see both dad and his son in nice feminine pyjamas been put to bed by stepmom
ReplyDeleteI had a friend at school and his stepmother frequently spanked him and put him to bed early, often she did this very publicly.
ReplyDeleteYou should tell us more about your friends experiences.
ReplyDeleteAdrian was 10 when his dad remarried. She was an older mother, well into her 40s. She has two of her own daughters, both in their teens.She was incredibly strict and didn't put up with any nonsense, especially from Adrian. I saw her quite a few times give him a spanking in front of everyone. Poor Adrians shorts and pants would come down and she had him over her knee and used her hand,slipper or strap on him. Afterwards she would stand him up and pull off his shirt, take his socks off. Then she went out of the room, leaving him there without anything on and come back with his pyjamas.She would put his pyjamas on, top first then bottoms.Adrian was then led out of the room and taken upstairs to bed.I saw this happen as early as 2pm.I stayed there a few times and she took the strap to me more than once then put to bed.I remember when my mother found out she took me home and gave me another spanking!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your experience
ReplyDeleteI think dad and son should be put to bed early by stepmom at the same time (5:30 is well) and wearing both feminine nighties. After stepmom closed shutters and curtains in their double baby room then kissed them nite-nite, they are locked up, aren‘t allowed to turn light on, to talk and of course to get up, and have only to sleep until next morning with potties and babyphone at their bedsides. Only when stepmom wants that, dad is invited in her bed for love, then back to his own bed. Dad and son should be also put to bed (even by day) when stepmom has guests and when she goes out. In this case, son’s GF would be their babysitter.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting scenario Luc.
ReplyDeleteThats just fantasy stuff. Haven't you got any actual true stories to share with us luc
ReplyDeleteAs in the picture, since I married with my second wife, my son of 18 and myself have actually compulsory early bedtime. Dinner in pyjamas and in the kitchen at 5 PM for both of us, nite-nite at 5:30 for son and at 6:00 for me after I tucked him up and I laid the table for the dinner of my wife and her relatives.
ReplyDeleteThe mother and the twins (two 12 y.o. sassy girls) of my wife also settled in my house. Of course, she favour her familly who shares the most confortable rooms. She also prefers to eat and to pass the evening and most of he weekend quietly in their company. That’s because she put me and my son so early to bed.
According to her moon and her minds, I’ve to be in bed in her room or in the one of son. Both of us males („ baby boys“ like the twins name us) are aslept or languishing (since we aren’t allowed to get up, to read and even to talk together when I’ve been put to bed in the room of son, and we are watched through a babyphone) while it’s still light and while wife, stepmother and stepdaughters are dining, watching TV, talking or playing cards downstairs, playing tennis on my court, welcoming guests. My near 19 y.o. son is especially humiliated when the 6-7 years younger than him twins make us ready for bed (what they usually do before to dine, when my wife wants I go to bed in my sons room).
I was myself much ashamed when my ex (who lives now in Australia) visited us with her new husband a Sunday and I was sent to bed after I served coffee after lunch. My son and me were ordered to undress and once ready for bed to come back downstairs to tell goodbye and goodnight to everybody. When we came back in our pyjamas at about 1:30, I was as red as a beetroot and my son was in tears. His mother kissed and soothed him. She asked permission to tuck us up. She was allowed but with many recommandations out loud: to close shutters and to draw curtains closely, be sure we have our potties in our bedside tables, our stuffed pets in our beds and our dummies in our mouthes, to turn the babyphone on, to force to turn us back on in our beds. She came upstairs with us and she observed strictly these directives. She stayed a while at the bedside of our son, kissing and soothing him again, saying him that was well to be early in bed and he wasn’t alone since I was in bed like him. Our still sobbing son asked for a story but she wasn’t sure we were allowed. She went out our bedroom to ask her successor if she could. She came back to tell us the guests will drink digestive in the garden and we two had to sleep right. She kissed us tenderly, our son a longer time than me. As a conditionned reflex, I reminded her to turn the babyphone on and to lock us up going out. From our pillows, I heard for a while my son son sobbing in his bed while my ex, her husband, my wife and the others talking and laughing below our windows. I heard my wife explaining our guests what the rules are for us and what happened if we aren’t strictly obedient. I felt even more ashamed but after I observed my son wasn’t more whining I finally fell asleep.
Our humiliation, especially mine, started again two hours later when my ex, Diane, and her new husband came in our bedroom to bring to us our baby bottles of milk. Diane tied bibs round one’s necks. We had to drink in front of both of them. They commented on laughing what we did while we sucked at our bottles. When finished, I explained we had to brush our teeth and go to the toilet before nighty-night. Diane told us to hurry up because she and hubby have to go back to their hotel. After we got back into bed, she tucked up both of us again. Before to go, she told us they’ll are leaving in 3 days but they couldn’t see us before because our early bedtimes. After kissed us and asked our son to write her often, she and hubby told us goodbye and goodnight. Before to fall asleep again, I could hear Diane and her husband to take one’s leave of Maryse, my present wife. My former wife congratulated my new one on our discipline and recommanded her to continue to be strict with us and especially on our bedtime. She confessed that she regreted to not have done herself the same with her son and me while we lived together. From our beds, we still heard their car starting. After that, as our son Jordan told his mother, we had only to sleep until Monday morning. 4:00 o’clock rang in the distance. I said nite-nite to Jordan. Because oft he bright light outside, I stay awake for half an hour. Among the humiliations of this afternoon, the worst was to have had to put my pyjamas on, to go to bed and above all to suck at my baby bottle then at my dummy in front of the husband of Diane.
ReplyDeleteI was embarrassed several other times. A Saturday afternoon that my wife was downtown with her twins, I was chatting with a neighbour, a sexy woman I know since years. My stepmother saw us and didn’t view that favourably. She called out to me loudly ordering me to come in and off to bed straightaway. I was of course terribly ashamed but I knew I had to obey. I blushed, stammered excuses and took one’s leave of my astonished and disappointed but amused neighbour. When I was with my pyjamas on a few minutes later and before to get into bed, I asked stepmom in which room I had to be tucked in. That would be in the one of Jordan, my son. He was allowed to play tennis backyard with his young stepsisters and two of their friends, since our usual early bedtime. I told stepmother that he could know I was bed punished in his room and begged her to inform him that I wouldn’t be able to join him as I promised. She replied he’d better went to bed too and she ordered me to go to get him. I protested I’d deserved to be punished but not my son, and moreover I was ready for bed and already in pyjamas. She replied curtly that was herself and not me to decide on his bedtime and told me to hurry up: „It’s usual to wear a pyjamas when bed punished, isn’t it?". I put slippers on and went to the tennis court with my pink feminine pyjamas and bedroom slippers on. One of the twins saw me first. When she bursted out laughting, my son turned over. Others girls also roared with laughter seeing me ready for bed in the early afternoon. My son was first speechless then asked me with a white voice what happened. I confessed in shame that my stepmother sent me to bed as a punishment because she surprised me while I was flirting with our neighbour while my wife wasn’t there. I explained that stepmother wanted he went also to bed, even if it was earlier than our compulsory bedtime and even if he wasn’t a bad boy like I was. He started to cry and threw his racket before to follow me dragging one’s feet with the girls mockery.
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ReplyDeleteWhen I came back home in my pink pyjamas, my mocking neighbour asked us why my son was in tears. I stammered he had to go to bed too. „Was he also disobedient?“ „No, he’s not punished but he has to go to bed all the same because I’m bed confined and locked in his room.“ She told she was sorry for our forward beddies because of her, then wished us nite-nite laughing.
While my still whining son undressed and put on his pyjamas, I got our beds ready. Stepmother got impatient and came upstairs to check whether we were in bed or not. My son was already, still sobbing, but I wasn’t yet because I was getting ready to close the shutters. The window was wide open and my sexy neighour could look at me. Stepmom gave me two slaps in the face and three more on the bottom then shouted „Off to bed now, pervert bad boy… I hope at least you haven’t forgotten to take your potties! And have your whining sonny his teddy bear?“ My son murmured a poor „yes, Madame“ and I only nodded because I also started to cry getting into bed. Before to close our shutters and to block a bright sun outdoor, stepmother told calmly to the neighbour from the window that „The boys need discipline especially the one’s who believe they are older enough.“ The woman replied laughing „You’re right. An older rascal like your son-in-law certainly worries you and your daughter.“ „Oh sure. We are quiet and at rest only when both of them are well tucked up… Sorry, but now I’ve to prepare them to sleep.“ „So, good afternoon for you … and goodnight for both the boys!“
After she got us ready, tucked us up, put our dummies in the mouth, turned the babyphone on and the light off, she ordered us to turn the back, to obey and to stay quiet since my wife will come back.
Before to fall asleep a few minutes later, I could still hear my stepmother and the woman chatting. My stepmother explained her that we had potties because we are locked in our bedroom and dummies because we calm down more easily. Our neighbour agreed laughing. I confess I felt at once ashamed and aroused.
"A Saturday afternoon that my wife was downtown with her twins..." Sorry, I've confused the Saturdays. That one, her twins wasn't with her. When they were, that's another story ;-)
ReplyDeleteAnother error: " He was allowed to play tennis backyard with his young stepsisters and two of their friends, since our usual early bedtime". Off course I'd have to write "UNTIL our compulsory bedtime".
ReplyDeleteI know, I'd deserve a punishment... Sorry.
Luc