Bare Bottom Discipline: a collection of erotic spanking stories

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He gave her the hardest spank he had ever given with his hand, right on her right thigh, again on her left. Now, at 29, my pert little bum has grown somewhat and and is now not only the same shape as mum's but also the same size.

He then made me turn around (my back toward him) as he placed his fingers inside my shorts and panties to pull them both down in one swoop like he did to Matt. She slid my panties down and off, then began scolding me about honesty and how I "needed" to be spanked until I couldn't sit down. My stepdad, my younger brother Matt (who had just graduated 8th grade) and his friend Vaughn (the boy who I regularly babysat, along with his four younger siblings), who was 12, had gone out. She warmed up a blanket and took away the towels and I slipped underneath the sheet and the blanket for warmth. Didn't count past 3, and later my behind was way too swollen to count marks, but I probably got 15 across my bottom and five was plenty enough to to roast my tender thighs.He dropped my pants and pulled down my underwear and gave me a good spanking in front of my friends. You may include my age (28, when this was written in October 2013) and that I am from the Midwest in the United States. Nakedness for a human equals total submission, and it was matter of our parents proving to us that their will was stronger than our will.

My older brother Bobby, two years my senior, hadn't been present during my earlier ''near-misses'' but he sure was one weekend morning to see me embarrassed. My father took be to the barber after mouthing off during a heated argument, so I know what it's like to be forced to be in that vulnerable situation sitting the the barber chair. But my mom had a meeting the next night and my younger brother Matt was going out with friends to the movies. It's a reminder that it's okay to make mistakes, as long as we learn from them and strive to do better. Even though she’s almost 20, Emily acts privileged and has an attitude my mother would have put a stop to years ago.We must have talked for a couple hours, crying, laughing, sometimes just staring at the birds and flowers. As my brother looked cautiously relieved that I, not him, was the one about to be spanked, the other three boys grinned at me in anticipation, their eyes riveted on my panties and the mysterious area to them that was about to be fully revealed. When I entered my room and closed the door behind me I was greeted for the first time by a cane hanging behind the door. I’d have to go into the corner and stand there until my dad came back down to get me; the same ritual that was followed by my mom, with my sister.

While sitting on the couch petting Venus, Emily and her friend Heather walked into the living room gabbing about some boy flirting with them. I think the haircut was a great shock to you at that age and you went from cool dude to naughty crying baby in a flash. Mom would often cry when another theft was unearthed, followed by a fresh confession (always after initial and repeated and sincere denial).When he was done with Matt, who ran off to a corner of the yard, embarrassed and crying, I was next. He’d unbutton and unzip my pants and pull them all the way down to my ankles, then say “Step out of those. Trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, I nonetheless could hear the boys snickering in front of me, as well as voices from behind me, guests who were naturally curious after Matt had received his spanking. But I just wish the boys didn't peek again when Colleen left the guest bedroom for a few minutes to talk with her husband as I laid on the bed naked with my bottom up and the rectal thermometer sticking out of my butt hole.