It had been a week since Tommy learned that Ashley would be his new stepmother, and things went fast. His father had a quick on-paper marriage with Ashley at the Skochkan embassy so as to legally get Tommy’s citizenship authorised.
“The real wedding would still be after seven months,” his father explained. “But you need to be a citizen of Skochka to be eligible for classes this term.”
Tommy nodded. He knew that meant he had a month and a half to be settled in the scary new country of his new official stepmother. His father still had a lot of business back home, so Tommy was going to be spending half the time alone with Ashley.
The young model had moved things quickly, getting a nice apartment near his university. “Both of us will be travelling over to Skochka in a couple of days to get settled,” Ashley laid out the plans to him.
Soon Tommy was on a plane to the scary new place where he would be spending at least the next five years. For the most part, the trip was uneventful, and the capital city where they would be living was just like any historical metropolis. Lots of old buildings but a lot of new architecture. Everyone was well-dressed; there were lots of beautiful women all around.
Tommy and Ashley briefly spoke about the rules and rituals of the place, but she decided it would be best if he experienced it firsthand. Though there was one thing she stressed. “The Golden Rule you must always follow is Mommy knows best.”
And Tommy was extremely mindful of that. He was quite deferential to her whenever they were in public. A lot of people recognised her, as she was a famous model these days, and a few older women talked to her. Tommy made sure to stand behind and not speak unless spoken to.
He did blush a lot when Ashley casually indulged in some public displays of affection. The first time she kissed him left a bright red lipstick on his cheek. “Boys aren’t allowed to wipe away Mommy’s kisses,” she had teased him, and as a result, by the time they got to the apartment, his face had five bright imprints of her lips.
It amused the female receptionist at the lobby of their apartment. She had introduced herself as Helena Baxter and seemed very talkative, knowing who Ashley was and being an aspiring model herself. The apartment had a lot of wealthy and famous people, though Tommy didn’t recognise one of their biggest stars, who talked to Ashley for a good five minutes while he stood awkwardly behind her.
“That’s Filippo Swan; I can’t believe he’s our neighbour!” Ashley was gushing as she entered their new home. “Honestly, I’m surprised you didn’t know him! He’s one of the greatest actors alive!”
“Is he in any superhero movies?” Tommy shrugged, looking around the apartment where he’d be spending five years. It was way bigger than he was expecting, almost as big as their house! Everything was expensive, with lots of artsy furniture and open spaces right out of an architectural catalogue.
“Is that all you ever watch?” Ashley rolled her eyes as she took her jacket off. She had a white shirt underneath and blue jeans that showed off her tight figure. “Filippo Swan acts in proper movies; he is nominated for Snow Angelica at this year’s awards.”
“Ugggh, that boring-ass movie you tried to get me to watch?” Tommy made a face as he hauled in two of their bags. The apartment complex had private staff who had bought and set up most of the luggage already. Helena the receptionist had told them there would be maids and housekeepers who would look after the cleaning and even chefs for cooking. It was a level of luxury he wasn’t accustomed to.
Ashley frowned at his comment, reaching over to playfully flick his ear.
“Yeow!”
“Mommy has to make you more cultured, Tommy boy,” Ashley smiled as he gave her a sad pout. “Mr Swan seemed amused seeing my marks on you.”
Ashley traced her finger across the red lipstick smeared on his face, playfully bopping his nose at the end.
“This is mean!” Tommy complained. “Are you always going to kiss me all over when I go out in public? I don’t want to go to university with lipstick all over my face!” He had a distinct impression that he’d be made fun of. Though he realised the other students would be in the same boat.
“Why wouldn’t I? It shows that you are well loved by your mommy,” Ashley teased, dragging him over to the couch. She leaned back and settled in, guiding Tommy next to her. “I am impressed you didn’t wipe it off.”
“Wait, I could have?” Tommy scowled. “You told me not to! Said it wasn’t allowed!”
Ashley laughed. “It’s a nice gesture; it shows your deference to me, and it will be appreciated by the others. Both Mr Swan and Miss Helena see you as well-behaved, which is important for an outsider here.”
Tommy exhaled, leaning into her torso. He had gotten a little more comfortable around Ashley now. “I didn’t want to earn a spanking in public,” he confessed. “Like… you said you would spank me if I caused a scene, right?”
“I will punish you on the spot if you embarrass me, yes,” Ashley concurred. “Though it doesn’t mean you need to have a stick up your ass every time we are out. You aren’t a robot; you’re a teenager, so you still can behave like one.”
“But teenagers do stupid stuff,” Tommy smiled.
“They do,” Ashley laughed.
“So getting spanked by you in public is inevitable,” Tommy pointed out.
“Hmmm…how about this? I’ll always take you somewhere private whenever you earn a spanking for the first year. Or I can wait till we get home, at which point it will be twice as hard as what you’d get if I were to smack you in front of others.”
Tommy considered it. Ashley was a public figure, so getting spanked by her would get plenty of attention. “Thank you, Mommy.” He leant to kiss her cheek.
“Oh, don’t thank me yet, dear boy. You won’t enjoy it if Mommy has to give you a proper punishment spanking. The brats I babysit would be pissing in their pants if they ever humiliated me.”
“I’m not going to humiliate you,” Tommy seemed almost offended by that word. “Like… humiliation means more than a faux pas or not doing what I’m told, right?”
“Nah, you’re right, you are much too sweet to cross those lines,” Ashley admitted. He wasn’t one of those alpha male types that their society clamps down on. Tommy was a sweet little snowflake, all things considered. “But I am still going to be a strict mother.”
Tommy nodded. He knew the general rules he wasn’t allowed to cross, like raising his voice or being dismissive or argumentative with her when in public. “I wasn’t bad today, was I?”
“You were an absolute peach of a boy,” Ashley gushed, renewing the assault of kisses that got a laugh out of the boy. She wrapped around him, Tommy once again surprised by her strength. It made him feel small again, like her toddler, completely at the mercy of this fit young woman.
Before they left, she had called him over to her and told him in no uncertain terms that if he wasn’t on his best behaviour, she would spank him hard the moment they got to their new home. Thankfully, he passed that threshold. Ashley did not have a reason to spank him after those first two sessions, so his rear had been relatively untouched after.
What changed was the amount of physical affection she gave him. Especially after the day at the embassy, where she legally became his stepmother and had adopted Tommy as her own. His father found the whole thing hilarious and told him privately to enjoy it, having missed a loving mother figure in his life. Even if their culture were highly unorthodox from what Tommy was used to.
“God, you’re such a sweetheart,” Ashley gushed, eyes brimming with tender affection. Tommy couldn’t help but beam at the praise, especially coming from this goddess of a woman. “Mommy’s going to go freshen up, and we can have dinner snuggled up on the couch, okay?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Tommy got up after her. “Do you want me to make something?”
“The chef will send something over,” Ashley explained. “Each floor of the place has a private chef for the three apartments, and there are going to be a couple of maids and housekeepers.”
Tommy nodded, walking off to his new bedroom before changing into his pyjama shorts and a black t-shirt that Ashley had bought for him. He remembered the conversation with the receptionist, Helena, who, he remembered with a blush, told them to raise any issue with the service and she’d personally deal with the naughty maid or houseboy.
As he walked out, he made his way to the kitchen, checking out the pantry and the small entrance room that connected to an outside corridor. Did she mean she would spank them? Ashley gave him a knowing wink at the time, so surely…
“Aaah!” His thoughts were interrupted by a small, feminine squeak. Tommy turned around in shock. It was a woman in a stereotypical maid uniform with a big tray of food who seemed shocked to see him in the kitchen.
“I’m sorry!” He blushed.
“My deepest apologies, master! I wasn’t anticipating your presence in the staff section!”
Tommy looked around. “Am I not allowed here?” He asked worriedly. “I’m Tommy, by the way. “Not Master,” he added. ‘Master’ sounded weird.
“Oh heavens, no, Master Tommy, you are allowed anywhere you please in your home! It’s…just a little unusual for the master or mistress to be in this area,” she replied. She was quite pretty, Tommy noticed. Golden blonde with an hourglass figure, a couple of inches shorter than him with bright silver eyes and full lips. Her attire was on the sluttier side of a typical maid, a knee-length black dress and stockings that showed off her hips.
“He’s used to doing chores back home,” Ashley’s voice came from behind Tommy, getting neither of them to turn. The young model had rushed over at the noise, hastily pulling on a robe. Her hair was still wet from having just got out of the shower. “I thought it was an intruder.”
The maid’s eyes grew wide, recognising Ashley, the famous supermodel. “My apologies for any distress, Mistress!” She hurriedly went and put the tray of food on the table. “I was asked to bring over your dinner and got startled by the master’s presence.”
“Don’t worry about it, love. The young man was just exploring the new home,” Ashley tried to reassure her.
“Young?” The maid blinked, taking Tommy in again. “Oh! I’m sorry once more; I mistook the young master for a proper adult.”
Ashley laughed. “Oh, I see. Did… you think Tommy here was making a move on you then?”
“What?” Tommy blinked in surprise.
The maid blushed a little. “Yes, Mistress,” she replied in a soft tone, holding her left wrist. Ashley looked at it – there was an unmistakable purple tattoo and a barcode on it.
“Oh!” Ashley smirked in realisation. “I’ve seemingly been out of the country so long I forget things. Are the other maids and houseboys Revokes like you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” the maid said after a few seconds.
“Revokes?” Tommy questioned.
“Their citizenship and rights have been revoked, judicially,” Ashley explained. “It’s a system of punishment which became common when our prisons were overflowing. Criminals are given a choice to forego the legal protections given by their Skochkan citizenship for a reduced sentence where ninety per cent of their income goes to the state.”
“You’re a criminal?” Tommy asked the maid.
She paused for a moment. “Yes, young master. My name is Kimberly, or Kimmy. I was charged with…172 counts of solicitation between the ages of 18 and 21.”
“Prostitution at that age? Wouldn’t your parents be on the hook for that?” Ashley queried.
“I’m an orphan. Was affiliated with the Bay Cobras,” Kimmy replied.
“Ah, so a gang member as well. No wonder you got it so rough,” Ashley noted. “And how old are you now? How long is the sentence?”
“I’m twenty-three now; my sentence is for seven more years,” Kimmy explained. “Miss Helena is my legal guardian and overseer, though I am contracted to the building itself.”
“I see,” Ashley stroked her chin. “I have to be honest; I grew up poor, so I haven’t had much experience with Revokes. Though I did work plenty as a babysitter and disciplinarian for a few rich boys who were gang members to prevent them from ending in your position.”
“Well…know that I and the other two staff members on this floor are available for all your…needs,” Kimmy replied.
Tommy looked at them both, slightly confused but intrigued by this. Kimmy looked quite pretty, though Ashley looked very sexy and powerful as she looked down upon Kimmy. Ashley was taller and stronger than both she and Tommy, nearly as big as his dad.
Ashley looked at Tommy. “Well, Tommy here is my stepson and still sixteen, so he isn’t allowed to discipline or fool around with you or the other staff.”
“What?” Tommy gasped. “I don’t want to…fool around…” the lad mumbled the last part. He wouldn’t have minded fooling around with her. “But wait… discipline and fooling around?”
“He’s an outsider; this is his first day at Skochka,” Ashley explained to the maid. “Didn’t Helena explain the dynamics of the household?”
“She…did. My apologies, ma’am. She was sharp with me about tardiness previously and ordered your meal to be delivered post haste so that I was…distracted.” The maid bowed her head. “If I have displeased you, you may let my lady know or…handle it yourself.”
Ashley looked at her stepson. “Tommy, please give Mommy ten minutes with Kimberly.”
“Are you going to spank her?” he whispered.
“Do you want me to spank you next to her?” Ashley raised her brow.
“So you are going to spank her!” Tommy grinned. Kimmy gave her a look of flickering annoyance.
“Your room, now!” Ashley scolded. “And you better hope I’m in a good mood by the time I come over, young man!” Ashley swatted his butt to send Tommy skipping off to his room.
Her gaze went to Kimberly. The blonde maid eyed Ashley with butterflies in her stomach.
“Speaking of good moods…” Ashley smiled. “Would you rather I deal with you or Helena?”
“Whatever pleases you, my lady.” Kimmy lowered her head.
“My husband and I weren’t planning on getting private Revokes, so I didn’t foresee the need to educate Tommy on it yet. Though he is of age now,” Ashley folded her arms. “And there’s nothing worth punishing you for, honestly. You did not do anything wrong.”
“Oh,” Kimmy realised she hadn’t. She was generally clumsy and often caused trouble, so the natural reaction was her to earn a thrashing. But she didn’t break the tray or drop it when she got spooked by the lad.
“Unless you want something of an introductory session,” Ashley smirked.
Kimmy blushed. “If it pleases you.”
Ashley pointed at the island in the middle of the kitchen. “Bend over, young lady.”
Kimmy obeyed her. Walking over to press her torso against the table.
“I’m assuming you and the other two are available for free use by the families on the entire floor.” Ashley reached for her skirt.
“In…a way, Mistress Ashley. It’s me, Vanessa and Mikey,” Kimmy replied as she felt Ashley’s fingers go under the waistband of her panties, slowly lowering them. Her bottom had been pinkened recently with some small tramlines from the use of a belt.
“In a way?” Ashley queried.
“One of the…conditions of our sentence was the three of us having to put on chastity cages.”
“Oh, I see,” Ashley giggled. “So I don’t have to worry about my husband breeding you like bunnies.”
“Our mouths and rear openings are still available,” Kimmy replied, wiggling and unclenching her arse so Ashley got a view of her backdoor.
“And they get used a lot?” Ashley traced her index finger across it.
“Oh, very much so,” Kimmy giggled. “Both as reward and as punishment. Those who live here lead stressful and busy lives, so we have agreed to provide you all with the perfect home to come back to.”
“Well…you do have an inviting ass, Kimmy.” Ashley spanked her hard on her left cheek before kneading her soft flesh, feeling how firm and bouncy it was under the skin. “Tell me, love, why do you have these stripes?”
“I…failed to properly service Master Philippo’s squeeze this afternoon.”
“Squeeze?” Ashley spanked her again.
“Ooof! His date…or…with Master Philippo, it’s hard to gauge how long a woman would be with him… The squeezes are the ones who come over more than once.”
Ashley slapped the girl’s buttocks three more times. “You are quite lippy unprompted, young lady. Telling me about such personal affairs!”
“Oww oww! “It is as the mistress asked!” Kimmy replied.
Ashley leaned close. “Let me tell you this, then – you will tell no one of the goings-on in my household. Do so and you will find yourself in unfathomable distress. Do you understand?” She continued to spank her fiercely, letting the message stick. Ashley continued to alternate between cheeks as she got her buttocks to turn red.
“Of course, Mistress! The goings-on of Master Philippo and of Lady Bella are quite open, which is why I found it prudent to speak of them!”
“What does that mean? “They don’t mind me hearing about them?” Ashley questioned.
“No, my lady,” she said with wet eyes. “In fact, they find it… entertaining to listen to and learn of new ways of… recreation, as Master Phippo puts it.”
Ashley paused the intense spanking. “Hmmm… Perhaps I’ve been away for too long,” she mused. “Very well. My point still stands, though. I won’t have you speak of anything that goes on in here till I learn to trust the two of you. Mistress Bella is Bella Bethel?”
“Yes, my lady, the very same,” Kimmy nodded. “She resides in room two.”
“Doesn’t she have a boy around Tommy’s age?”
Kimmy hesitated. “Master Roland is off discussion, as you have instructed. But yes, he’s eighteen now.”
Ashley smiled. “Perhaps we can get to know each other, then. I am a big fan of hers.”
“I could…relay this correction to Mistress Bella and give her the details if it pleases you.”
“We can talk about it later.” Ashley gave her butt a couple of pats. “Up, dear. Can you go fetch Tommy for me? I’m famished right now.”
Kimberly slowly got up, straightening her skirt. “Were you thinking of disciplining the young master?”
“No… He was just being cheeky,” Ashley grinned. “Though you can act as if he’s due a serious spanking if you wish.”
Kimmy gave an impish smirk. Ashley seemed fun. She glided out of the kitchen, where Ashley was setting the food, towards the young master’s bedroom. She was the one who cleaned the place, so she knew every room.
When she got to the door, Kimmy knocked. “Master? Lady Ashley requests your presence.”
She heard the footsteps as Tommy opened the door. “Is she mad?” He asked timidly.
“She seemed… hard to read. Could be anger; could be circumspection.”
Tommy paused. “Like chopping off the tip of my penis?”
“Circumspection, not circumcision,” Kimmy laughed. He seemed perfect for playful bullying! “She was thinking deeply about something, that is.”
“Oh, right.” He bowed his head. “Would…that something involve whipping my butt?”
Kimmy paused. “Do you think she should?”
Tommy blushed. “Maybe. Sorry I… acted like a dick at your spanking,” he said, looking at her. “Like…did she?”
“Your mother gave me a few welcome smacks,” Kimmy confessed. He seemed innocent and sweet. She walked in front of the boy, letting him enjoy the sight of her swaying hips and bottom.
Tommy followed to the kitchen, where Ashley had set dinner for the pair.
“Mistress, you didn’t need to!” Kimmy gasped.
“Oh, I do this part at home; don’t you fret, dear,” Ashley reassured her.
“O…okay.” Kimmy bowed. “In that case, I’ll be back when you are finished to clean up. There’s a red button on the table whenever you need a maid or houseboy.”
She gave the boy a small smirk before taking her leave. Tommy looked especially pale as he approached Ashley.
“Am I going to be spanked?” He asked her.
Ashley looked at the boy. “You will have your dinner first. We will discuss it at bedtime.”
Tommy deflated at the words, knowing it was going to be a trip across Ashley’s lap once more. He quietly ate the pasta, looking forlorn. Ashley, meanwhile, was extra hungry, wolfing down the food after finally getting to enjoy the taste of her motherland.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I was wrong to act like that with Miss Kimberly,” Tommy whispered as he finished dinner. He stood up, making his way to the corner of the kitchen and he stood there.
Ashley was surprised by his actions but found it highly amusing. She quietly pressed the button to summon Kimberly. “Do you think time in the corner like a naughty boy will help you avoid a spanking?” She teased just as Kimberly arrived.
“I don’t know, Mommy. But I shouldn’t have acted that way,” Tommy replied.
“Hmmm…how do you think I should punish him, dear?” Ashley winked at Kimberly.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Kimmy grinned.
“Ack!” Tommy almost jumped out of the corner as he realised the blonde maid had come in. “I’m sorry, Miss Kimmy!” He begged.
“Oh, he’s such a cutie!” Kimmy laughed as Ashley joined in.
Tommy frowned at both women.
“You aren’t in trouble, sweetheart,” Ashley replied. “We are a lot more…looser and more casual about discipline and sex here. So while it was a bit rude…”
“I forgive you.” Kimmy smiled at the boy.
“Though if you want to make up to her, you can help her with the dishes,” Ashley offered to the boy.
“Yes, Mommy!” Tommy nodded enthusiastically, walking over to grab the used plates.
“Send him to bed when he’s done, Kimmy. You two made me miss my bath,” Ashley hummed as she left.
Kimmy nodded. She started helping the boy with the washing.
“I’m sorry again, Kimmy,” Tommy whispered to her.
“It’s barely a cheeky response,” she grinned back. “Though if you are really sorry, you can kiss my bum in lieu of an apology.”
Tommy paused, almost dropping the plate he was holding. “What?” he whispered.
“If you want to, that is,” Kimmy winked, bending over the sink and raising her skirt. “Go on,” she wiggled her butt.
The boy blushed but couldn’t control his body. He walked behind her, leaning down on his knees as he slid her panties down. Her buttocks were nice and pink, a few lines and Ashley’s palm prints visible.
“Just the cheeks.”
He nodded. Tommy reached for a small kiss on either cheek as she moaned softly. He gave two more kisses, his lips pressing deep as he felt his cock grow. Tommy leant to kiss once more.
“That’s enough,” Kimmy moaned, sliding her panties back on. She turned around to see the lad, on his knees, blushing red with his hand on his sizeable erection.
“The dishes are clean now, right?” she winked. He nodded. “Come. Your mommy told me to take you to bed.”
He walked behind the maid once more, still mesmerised by this blonde goddess. Her ass was so firm and yet so soft; the heat… She opened the door to his room, letting him enter.
“Next time your mommy whips your butt and you need someone to comfort you, just ring for me, okay, hun?” She leant to kiss his cheek. “I’m your special maid.” She traced his erection as she turned around, leaving Tommy alone.
He quickly rushed to the bathroom, unable to control himself. His mind replayed the way her ass cheeks tasted as he stroked his cock, barely lasting ten seconds as he panted on the floor.
As he cleaned himself and stepped out of the room, Ashley stood by the bed with a smile. “Thought I’d tuck you in. It was a long day, right?” She looked absolutely divine in a sheer white robe, hair cascading down her shoulders.
He nodded, quietly getting into bed. She slid next to him. “What do you think of Kimberly?” She asked the lad.
Tommy smiled, pressing into Ashley. “I think I like her.”
