Alex could still remember vividly the first conversation he had with Amira, his stepmother, about spankings.

It was the day after his sixteenth birthday; he was in his bedroom, packing. Both of them were leaving London where Amira Tassi worked as a high-powered lawyer, back to her home nation of Meiyyes Baru. Her husband, Alex's father had eloped with another woman a year ago, and Amira decided she needed support to raise a teenager herself.

Alex had always been smitten by the beautiful Amira. She was twenty-six then and barely aged in the next six years, still looking like a college student when she knocked on his door.

"Come in," said Alex as he turned around. His heart always skipped a beat at the sight of the toned, olive-skinned beauty with her bright sunshine smile. Amira's home nation was one of those isolationist monarchies off the coast of Western India. An island nation with their own culture, untouched by Western or Eastern standards. Things like sex and modesty were a lot more permissive. The big-breasted young lady wore a black sleeveless crop top that showed off her belly dancer-esque navel with a knee-length yellow skirt. Her jet black hair was tied in a high ponytail.

In contrast, her redheaded stepchild wore an expensive blue designer t-shirt and gym pants. Amira was adamant that her boy was well looked after. She had really high standards on what he could wear.

She looked at his bags with a wide grin. "Almost done, are we, Alex?"

"Yes, Mummy," the lad responded, trying to not focus on her nipples, which were visible under the fabric of her top. "Just my computer and PlayStation left."

"Oh, just leave it; I'll get you a new one when we get to Baru." Amira walked over to give him a big hug and a warm wet kiss. Her hands played with his curly auburn hair. "You're such a little cutie! The girls in your class are going to love you!"

"Yeah, yeah. Rub it in," Alex fussed a little when she mentioned his height. He was still self-conscious about his height, especially next to Amira! She was around 5'11", while Alex took after his father and was still five inches shorter. It usually got more stark when Amira wore her four-inch pumps that made him look like tiny next to her. "The girls in your place are Amazonians from what Auntie Alia said."

Amira giggled, happy at her jibe hitting the mark. She sat down on the bed, holding his hand. "She exaggerates stuff all the time. Something you need to navigate when you get there."

She pulled him next to her. Alex melted at the physical display of affection, settling down and hugging her. She had been his rock when his father left; he had no one else left but her. Neither his mother's family nor his father's family had any contact with Alex or Amira, so if she had decided to not look after him, he did not know what he would've done.

"Such a sweet boy," Amira purred into his ear. "And I expect you to be just as sweet when we are at Meiyyes Baru, do you understand?" She traced his chin with her index finger.

"Yes, Mum," he replied instinctively at what he thought was a bog-standard statement. His brain was more focused on the shape of her cleavage and her Jasmine-scented perfume that made her want to cling closer to her.

Amira, however, wasn't just saying "mom stuff." "It's very important that you behave, Alexander."

The use of his full name was the first warning clue.

"At Baru, we don't do time-outs or groundings or take away your PlayStation. When you disobey me, if you misbehave or are naughty, you will be spanked."

Alex looked at her in shock for a few seconds to see if she was joking. "But I'm sixteen! I'm not a child; I'm too old for that!"

"We start spankings at sixteen; you are at the right age," Amira explained. "So it's important that you know of it before we go. Corporal punishment is normal there, at home, at school, at college, and even at work. It only stops when you are around twenty-three, after your first year of getting a job when you are seen as a productive citizen."

Alex was stunned for a few seconds. College? Twenty-three? That was like...seven more years!

"But I've never been spanked before!" He gasped.

"I know," Amira placed a reassuring hand on his. "It's why we will be taking it slow. Mummy's going to be the one who will be primarily responsible for your punishments, but you can still be punished by your teachers and your bosses. But it's only if you overstep your boundaries. You won't get spanked if you are a good boy and keep your nose clean," she gently stroked his cheek.

He gulped. She's serious about this; he was now sure. It was talked about in jest whenever conversations about her homeland came about; there were discussions on judicial corporal punishments for tourists over there caught on drug busts. Alex also remembered that one time a classmate who knew of the culture there teased him about being spanked by his sexy Mummy.

Alex had gotten and punched him in the face. Amira had grounded him for a week after for the fight.

"Are you going to be spanking me?" He asked her.

"Only when you are bad," Amira reiterated. "And yes. I expect you to be spanked a ton if you are going to be acting the way you are now."

Alex had a lot of anger issues after being abandoned by both his birth parents. Indeed, Amira had found it hard as he became a teenager. He seemed to misbehave to just get a rise out of her and get her to snap.

"I'll be good," he said weakly.

She smiled and gave him one last kiss before ordering him to finish with his packing.

Once she left the room, Alex thought about that day when Amira grounded him. She looked so hot when she was mad! Her breasts were always bouncing around in her top due to her never wearing a bra; she looked like she really wanted to turn him across those shapely thighs to spank his butt tenderly...he quickly jerked off, picturing how soft and slick her lap would feel when pressed against his cock.

Unfortunately for the boy, it led to him being obsessed with the idea of Amira regularly spanking him!

He had never thought too much about it before. Spankings weren't a factor in his life in the West. For the first few days at Meiyyes Baru, things were relatively normal. Amira took him straight from the airport to her parents Maza and Elsa's place, a wealthy tropical hillside estate.

Alex had gotten to know them from when Amira married his father, and he was quite fond of them. He also had gotten close to Amira's younger sister Alia, who lived with them for a few months back in England after his father left. Alia was a therapist and she helped out with Alex's issues during that time.

The island of Baru was an absolute monarchy, ruled by the seventeenth emperor of the Mora dynasty, who had ruled them for over seven hundred years. Amira had planned to settle down at the capital, which was just half an hour from her family mansion so she could visit on weekends. But school wouldn't start for another three months, so in the meantime, she decided it was best to slowly integrate him into their world by living with the extended family.

It was the fourth day since arriving; Alex had been woken up early by the maids, who had instructed him to be at the dining room. Amira's father Maza was the patriarch of the home, a retired military general who owned a huge tea estate. It meant Alex got a cup of fresh hot tea every morning, which he enjoyed drinking with his Grampa Maza.

The sixty-two-year-old was in a good mood that morning, cheerfully greeting his adopted grandson. "Good morning, Alex! Had a nice sleep?" he asked him.

"Yes, Grampa," Alex was wearing a silk robe over his white cotton t-shirt and pyjamas, the same outfit as Maza. "How about you?" He asked. Maza had a few bottles of wine with his three daughters the previous day and went to bed late.

"Oh, slept like a baby," he replied cheerfully, pouring the boy a nice cup of tea.

"I'm surprised you are up so early; didn't you go to sleep at three?" Alex teased.

"I'm still on army time; my body is up at five on the dot," Maza laughed.

"Did you have fun?" Alex asked. He was allowed to hang around till about eleven when Amira sent him to bed. The boy was still salty about how that went. They were just getting to have fun when Amira put her foot down and told him off.

"Oh yes. Your mother and aunt had a bit too much to drink; they were drinking and dancing well into the night." Maza reached for his phone to show the boy the video.

Alex blushed. Amira was dressed in a very revealing saree, the low-cut blouse showing her deep cleavage. His aunts were similarly attired; the trio were doing a very sensual belly dance.

"It's our traditional dance from the old harem days of Emperor Mora," Maza explained. He had taken upon himself to explain their bizarre culture to this young outsider. A few seconds later in the video, Amira leaned over to Alia, her youngest sister, to playfully grope her breast.

Alex gasped audibly, looking at the older man who laughed. "Quite the naughty girl, your mommy, isn't she?"

"But she's groping Aunt Alia," Alex pointed out.

"Aye, it's the...what do they call it in English? Harem lesbian play."

Alex spat out his tea, getting a laugh from the old man.

"That's the Western interpretation of the word. Back in the day, the emperor would bring women from all around the world—China, Southeast Asia, Europe, Turkey, India, Persia...—the women were part of the harem and were expected to bond and be part of the collective. It was aimed at preventing jealously and murdering each other and their children. But over time, making out became something of a fun game."

"But she's her sister!" Alex reminded him. "Isn't it... like..." His words were cut off, replaced by a loud gasp as Alia leaned down to bare his stepmother's breast and began to suck on her left nipple.

"A bit taboo?" Maza queried. "Perhaps. Though here, kissing and heavy petting is just a way to show affection."

"What's showing affection?" A tired yawn came from behind Alex, making him turn around to look at a sleepy, hungover Amira. Her usual pristine hair was messy, and so was her outfit, where her nipples were almost poking out of her top. Alex tried to not stare at her breasts, but it was very hard not to.

"I was showing your son your dance from yesterday," Maza chuffed at his eldest daughter.

Amira frowned. "Ugghh," she sat next to Alex, giving him a small hug and kiss. Her breath still smelled of alcohol. "Don't drink, baby. It's horrible and you do stupid things."

"Morning to you too," he replied testily. "Why are you not dressed?"

He was in a bad mood with Amira. She had been extra strict last night, not allowing him to have even a sip of wine and sending him to bed when his aunts were getting to a fun party mood. She was especially annoyed at him complaining about how slutty her clothes were, warning him about going over her lap if he bought it up again.

Amira gave a weak smirk. "Are you suddenly my dad now?" She playfully ran her fingers through his hair. "This is our traditional saree. It was what was worn by one of the Indian princesses who married the emperor in 1786 and was the queen dowager."

"The Queen, what?" Alia's hungover voice came from behind them. Alex turned back, this time quickly averting his eyes as she was almost completely topless! Alia was an exact copy of Amira with slightly smaller breasts but a flatter navel. She sleepily pulled her saree over to haphazardly cover her nipples when she got near, sitting on the other side of Alex.

"Dowager," Amira replied to her sister. "Queen Mother. I was talking about Queen Mala."

"Why are you talking about that old thing?" Alia looked over to see Alex was trying to look away from her. "Good morning, my Prince!" She squeezed the boy extra playfully into her bosom, which got Alex to audibly squeak.

"Morning, Aunt Alia," he carefully dislodged himself. Alia had been a bit of a firecracker in his life. She was so hot, so pretty, and always dressed in clothes that showed just enough skin at the right places that made Alex all fuzzy. She was a tease, and she understood exactly the power she had over him.

"Stop smothering my son with your tits, Alia," Amira gently scolded her sister as she sipped her tea. She had a big headache from the day before.

"I only get him for a few weeks before you two leave for the capital," Alia countered. "And Alex needs more social lessons about how the pretty girls around his school will behave like. If I don't train him to repel their vicious attacks, he'll be spending half the time across your lap."

"What?" Alex turned to his aunt at the mention of getting spanked. The idea was always in the back of his mind, and he was trying to figure out what it would take for that to happen. Whether to avoid a spanking or go ahead with one, he still didn't know.

"Alia, it's too early in the morning to fill his brain with nonsense." Amira knew her little sister was going to be a problem with him. Alex was still quite naive. "Honey, don't listen to Aunt Alia. She has spent more time getting spanked by me than you will ever do."

"Which makes me the preeminent expert on angry Amira studies," Alia winked at the boy.

"Oh, I'm an expert in angry Mummy studies too," Alex grinned. Though a small part of him was now curious as to how it felt, what she did to get spanked. Was there a video of Alia being spanked like them dancing? The thought of this beautiful clone of his stepmom squirming across Amira's lap was getting to the boy.

"Nonsense, that doesn't count. That was easy mode without any consequences for getting into trouble," Alia replied with a laugh. "And I wasn't going to prank him, for the record," she addressed her sister. "Just wanted to explain the innocence gap."

"Innocence gap?" Alex questioned.

"It's what they call the age between sixteen and when you are seen as a responsible adult," Maza explained. "The in-between stage where you are old enough to understand and have sex but not old enough to have a settled, stable life. Back in the days of the old harem, it was that age where the young princes stopped being coddled by the women. The kings decided that was the age where they needed the most attention and were forced to be celibate."

"The age you are in right now," Alia added. "It's the age at which spankings get common from your Mummy. There are a lot of rules, especially for boys. And the one big line you cannot cross is the no sex or girlfriends. The only pretty women in your life is your Mummy and me!"

"Oh," Alex...didn't see it as a big problem. "Well, I never had a girlfriend. Think I'll be okay," he shrugged. He wasn't that confident in his abilities to appeal to the opposite sex.

Alia just smirked. "Oh, you say that...but the girls here... especially in the capital... they're vicious! When they see an exotic cutie like you..."

"What Alia is trying to say is that a lot of the girls in the big cities enjoy getting boys into trouble," Amira interjected. "It's seen as a sport by some, getting the boys to be spanked by their parents or teachers or even bosses at work."

"What? "But that's like entrapment!"

"And you are expected to navigate it," his grandfather told him. "It is seen here as a means of toughening a boy up."

"You can still jerk off." Alia leaned over and whispered in Alex's ear without the others hearing. "Like you did last night after you got sent to bed."

Alex froze at her words. "What?"

"What was that?" Amira looked over.

"I invoke Aunty Nephew privileges for sensitive talks, lawyer lady," Alia replied, pulling the boy up.

"That's not a real thing." Amira rolled her eyes. Alia laughed. She led him off to the room next to the huge dining area, a small cozy space. Alex just looked shell-shocked.

"Oh, stop acting like you masturbating is something nobody knows about," Alia teased. "I tried to come over and bring you a piece of cake after Sis sent you to your room, and... you were quite loud."

Alex felt steam coming out of his ear! "It wasn't..."

"What was it about?" Alia asked him, therapist mode on. "Like who were you thinking of? If I remember, you were arguing about our clothes at the time and pissing her off."

Alex couldn't look at her. He just stared at the floor.

"Were you thinking of your Mummy, Alex?" Alia prodded. "Were you having lewd thoughts on Amira smacking your bottom wearing her slutty clothes?"

"Oh shut up!" Alex snapped angrily when he was cornered. "You were groping her breasts! And sucking on them! You have some nerve accusing me of being a perv!"

"I wasn't accusing you of anything." Alia rolled her eyes. "I'm trying to help, kid. I'm a therapist, remember?"

"So what...Odepius complex then?" Alex replied testily.

"Oh not necessarily. That's wanting to fuck your mother. In your case, it's being spanked by your stepmother," Alia said patiently. "At least that's what I'm interpreting. Discussions on sexuality aren't taboo here, kid. If anything, we should be having this conversation in the dining room and let Dad and Amira participate."

"Don't..." Alex's bravado quickly evaporated. Alia smirked.

"Are we going to be...