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This is really a pretty straight-forward story. I decided to write it mostly because Steve/Stevie has been making cameos and guest-appearances, and I thought it was time for him to get his very own story.

This obviously isn't the first spanking I gave him, but I thought it was more interesting in some ways, so I went with it. Besides. this is also much closer to the period where he's been appearing in other stories.

For completeness sake, Steve was a guest-star in

Brandon Lanigan (http://www.bransomtx.com/brandonlanigan01.html) and

Ryan Hunter (http://www.bransomtx.com/ryanhunter1.html)

and his main cameo was at the end of Ryan and Derek Hunter (http://www.bransomtx.com/ryanderek01.html)


Another reason I wrote this story, instead of one set at a different time is, after he moved in with me, I became much more active with his friends, and wanted to tell this story before I went on with some of the others that occurred in the next couple of years. I'll try not to wait too long to get to those.

Jack you did it again. You made me tear up. Steve sure was a great boy and this story was about his need to clean his slate with his mother so he could move away from her. I'm glad he didn't get the whole spanking with the brush too!



Rambles below the line!
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What does sinewy mean? Never heard of it!

"After all, isn’t the hardest part of admitting any mistake the fear of how it might make someone we care for see us?"

That is so true!

""That was too hard!" he nearly yelled at me."
Poor Stevie!


Though it was fading, his face still clearly showed his pain, but it was quickly replaced by confusion, for just a second, before he suddenly looked like he’d seen heaven. "You mean I can live with you now?"

Even though I knew it was coming (I did read about when each boy came to live with you on the board) The way you told him was very warm and I liked it.

Another great story which held my interest very well. I really liked the surprise at the end.

(Though I first posted my comment under the wrong thread.)

Iconoclast

One think I like about your stories is that, no matter how complicated the Bransom character roster is, you always explain who the characters involved are and describe their personality so well that I feel I know them. That makes the story much more enjoyable. In this one, however, I have to admit I was a bit confused about your relationship with Yvonne and Stevie. Stevie is not your biological son, so why is he your son? Were you married with Yvonne and then divorced? Did you have occasion to discipline him often, even though you no longer lived with them and your relationship with Yvonne didn't seem so good? Incidentally, I have not read yet any of the stories you mentioned, so probably most of that has been explained elsewhere.

Having said that, you made a good job getting his personality across. He is a good boy (all your kids seem to be). I was sorry to see him suffering through the hairbrushing, but he clearly needed the cleansing, because he was feeling guilty about how he treated his mom. Perhaps I would have liked a bit more detail about what kind of rude things he said to her.

Obviously Yvonne's parenting was not working too well, as she was not capable of disciplining Stevie herself. Did she ever spank him? I think moving in with you was a good for him, and he seemed to think so too. He doesn't seem the kind of boy to begrudge a fair punishment, even if for a moment he was a little mad at how much it had hurt. I thought the way he cooperated with his spanking was cute. By the way, do you really remember after all these years how you spanked him exactly (how many smacks, etc), or are you reconstructing the details?

Gee, I have asked too many questions already, answering them all would almost take longer than writing the story

Thanks for another good story, though. The revelation at the end made it more memorable. I'll be happy to read more about him and his friends when you write those stories.

Skater, my dictionary says...

sin·ew·y [sínnyoo ee]
adj
1. thin and strong: lean, tough, and muscular


I'm not sure how explicit I've been about how I became Steve's father, so I'll explain it here, though I'll skip some of the details.

I met Yvonne and Stevie when I was 22, not long after I'd finished my first year of teaching. I liked Yvonne and wanted to be friends. At that point, I wasn't comfortable with my sexuality and Yvonne and I dated some. During that period, she 'persuaded' me to sleep with her. I'm not going to say I hated it, but I wasn't comfortable with it. After a while, I decided to break it off and told her so, though I hated to no longer see Stevie and so was probably vague about the entire idea.

Yvonne was only 20 when we met, meaning she'd been 15 when he was born. On the birth certificate, she listed no father. In what I can only assume was an attempt to keep us together, she asked if I wanted to adopt Stevie. By this time, my relationship with him was much closer than with her, so I was happy to do so, and signed the papers she gave me not long after.

It turned out that what she did was to declare I was the father. I didn't adopt him, but was added to the birth certificate as though I was his biological father. The problem was, in order to do that, she had to perjure herself, which is a crime. Therefore, when we did break up, she was in no position to file anything with the court, since proving I wasn't the father would land her in trouble. I was happy to agree to take care of some of his expenses, and she gave me visitation.

Now, I have no way of knowing what she was actually thinking or feeling, but, I really think that, as she got older, she saw how much Steve and I cared for each other and decided not to make trouble between us.

Oh, and 'regular visitation' means I had him on odd weekends (1st, 3rd, and 5th if there was one), plus a week at Christmas. We usually improvised on Thanksgiving and Spring Break. I was supposed to have him for two weeks each summer (beyond the weekends), but I was a teacher and comic shop owner, while she was a pharmacy technician, so it was easier for me to care for him. Since she wasn't rich, it was easier to let me have extra time with him, than try to afford child care.

As for her discipline methods, she did spank him when he was younger, but her methods lost effectiveness as he got older. By the time he was 11, he refused to pull his pants down for her, so all he got was the belt on his jeans. Kat and Skater might say that hurts plenty enough, but I never minded it from my mom, and Steve didn't seem to either. Maybe he felt it was just a lot better than being turned over to me.


Most of my boys really are good kids, but I really think that most kids are. Daniel can be a trial at times, and Mikell had a lot of trouble settling down. JD was a problem when he came to live with me. So was Charlie, but with a better excuse. Noah still has trouble following rules at times, but he's getting better and better. I think the only one of my kids who wasn't what you'd consider a 'good boy' was Tommy. He could be nice enough, but there's something about him that just seemed to seek trouble at times.

Finally, no, I don't remember the exact details of the spanking. I remember that I used the brush on this occasion and that it was harder than I'd used before. Since I remember the general way I used it, I improvised the details a bit. This might not have even been the third time I used the brush on him. I just think the story works better if I'm both firm in the details the story presents and if I provide details, instead of skimming over it.

I did use to keep a spanking journal (hand written, I mean). That, along with a lot of other mementos of a spanking or sexual nature were lost in 96 in a house fire. However, writing things down helps set them in my memory, so I do have a good idea of a lot of the details from this and other events, even though I might not remember them exactly. I do have a VERY good memory.

And feel free to ask questions. I might not always answer them all, but I do love it.

Since I've come late to the party, there's not much left to say. I thought this was a simple and straightforward story with many things that work for me personally.

Steve is the sort of boy I love in a story--one who takes responsibility and accepts his punishment. This fits in very well with my fantasies, but the story had enough realism in Steve's hesitation before the spanking and fleeting moment of anger afterward to be balanced.

I approach a story as reader by identifying with the character receiving a spanking, and it's important to me to feel that the parent or adult in the story is treating the boy with both justice and affection. I see that in this story.

Kat