7 Lynn: at her house

She arrived first and went in.
I parked, and followed, moments after.
I walked in the open door.
She stood there, hands on her hips, a stern look on her face.
She said, "Johnny, I TOLD you to be home from school by four, and now it's 10 after. I do not tolerate tardiness OR disobedience. Go to your room  ... (she helpfully pointed the direction to 'my room'), and strip to your underwear, and lay on the bed face down."
I went to 'my room' and stripped, and she came in, holding a leather strap and

After the forty on my briefs, she said, "Get up and follow me."
I followed her to the living room, and she stopped and said, "Underwear ...OFF!"
I slid the briefs down and off and she said, "Kneel on the couch. I've decided on fifty ..."
I knelt and 

"Now get up and stand facing that corner."
I went and stood.

After some minutes, she said, "Get over here, over the arm of this couch."
I went and bent over and 

After forty, she stopped and said, "Get up and go back to the bedroom, stand in the corner, and added...

After thirty minutes ... or so... she said, "Get on the bed, on your belly."
I did and 

After eighty something, I started sobbing and crying.

She applied a couple more strokes as I sobbed, then she stopped.
She said, "TIME OUT from the scene.  Um, we did not discuss a safe word, so how do I know when you've ... had enough or too much?"
I caught my breath, and gasped, 'Well, a real spanking from 'Stepmom' would mean, no safe word, right? She would spank me until SHE is satisfied, without me having any way of stopping it. And honestly, I can't say I've EVER reached the point of ... having enough, or too much.  For me, crying is just a ... release, a way of letting go of the pain. It's so <I forgot the word>.  It hurts so much ... it feels so good... "
"You ... don't want me to stop?" 
"I ... really don't."
"Then, let's continue. TIME IN."
She continued applying the cane to my bottom, til the count was hundred fifty.
Then she said, "Get up and in the corner there."
I got up and ... went.

After a much needed breather, she said, "Come on, Johnny, back on the bed."
I went to the bed, and bent over the pile of pillows she set up, and 

She delivered fifty with the bath brush, then fifty something with the paddle and I burst into tears again.

She stopped and said, "Johnny, a good Stepmom knows when I've given you enough, and I've decided this is enough. So, Time Out."
She left me to quietly sob a few minutes.
She returned and said, "I'm thinking ... pizza. Okay with you?"
"Yeah," I said quietly.
"Um  the works?"
"Yeah."
"Figure thirty minutes. Dress code will be as casual as you want, but I think, at least put on your briefs."
After a few minutes, I got up and put on only my briefs, and joined her in the living room.
I said, "Thank you for a marvelous session." Then I added, while rubbing my bottom,  "I'll remember it for quite some time."
"Well, I enjoyed the hell out of it, too. Hope it's not the ... only session we get to have."
"Well, parties.  Weekends, especially when 'the wife' is away.  When she is not away, I could say, I'm going to visit a friend, but since we have the one car, I'd take an Uber, no big deal."
"So, are you suggesting, maybe, weekly?"
"That would be really delightful."