In Front of Everyone: Four Tales of M/M Public Spanking

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For many misdemeanors this wasn’t too difficult. When Stacy had a bad report card, for instance, she always took it to her parents in private so that she controlled the unveiling and subsequent punishment session. She still got the spanking, but at least no one else had to see it.

Rising, pumped full of respect, she said, "I'm sorry. I'll be an absolute delight tonight. Thank you for strapping me. I'm sorry you needed to. Thank you for only using our discipline strap." He broke away. "I didn't need your attitude today. I'm relying on you tonight and expect perfection. Regardless of your performance, I'm will paddle you before bed." Doesn"€™t feel good, does it? I don"€™t have to keep going, but you need to apologize to Rachel and admit to everyone here that you"€™re not a teacher."€, Samantha said. The rest of that afternoon reverted to normal, with no further talk of birthdays or spankings. We ended up in my bedroom, as we often did these days, and my performance, if I do say so myself, was well above average.I played video games until about two, then took a shower and put on clean clothes. Mothers notice these things. When the time was right, I left my apartment to make the drive across town. I missed Sam and wished she were coming with me. Mom likes her a lot, and her presence would reduce the pressure on me to be sociable. I love mom, but Sam has much better social skills than mine. Good morning everyone!"€, Elizabeth said as she looked at the crowd of teenagers that would be her students for the next semester. She did her best to take them all in, looking from student to student until her eyes fell upon a face she hadn"€™t seen for some time. The name didn"€™t come to her immediately and neither did the context for her knowing this girl, but as their eyes met Elizabeth became painfully aware of how she knew this girl. Samantha "€˜tsked"€™ and grabbed Elizabeth"€™s wrist. Elizabeth struggled against her, but found the older woman far stronger than she would have anticipated. "€œYour school uniform, Elizabeth. The one I"€™m going to put you in after I punish you for this ridiculous behavior.

I don’t recall what my cousin was being punished for, but Aunt Greta made him bend over the kitchen table and beat his bare butt with this strap. By the time she was done, his entire rear was red. He was then made to sit at the table, naked from the waist down, for more than an hour. A cane or a crop is used to beat the victim and in many cultures it takes place in a public venue, continuing the theme of public humiliation. Bastinado was used extensively by the Nazi Regime and is continued to be used by oppressive regimes as a form of torture as it does not leave any physical evidence of a beating. 3. Flogging They would flog her until they were confident that she would co-operate fully for the remainder of her sentence, they’d said. Until she understood that girls did not challenge officers. Until she was suitably punished. Even after witnessing this event, I still felt no arousal about spanking. However, a few weeks later I had what can only be described as an awakening. Polly was away for the weekend with an old university friend, and Simon and I were at home alone.

7. The Pillory

We’d have to work on the logistics. I’m a little small for a man of my age, but I still tower over Samantha. I would barely fit over her lap, and my weight might be more than she’d like to support, especially if she gave me the kind of spanking I wanted and it drove me to squirming. Before too long, Rachel had begun to act up again. This time she openly talked to her friends as Elizabeth tried to teach. Elizabeth decided to let it slide at first, but after a few minutes the other students had begun to do the same. The Davenports departed, well nourished and infused with confidence. She relayed her private conversation with Mrs. Davenport to Mark. Mom said to me, “Johnny, you should have told me you wanted to be spanked. I’d have satisfied your curiosity once a day and twice on Sundays.”

We laughed, and mom handed me a box to unwrap. Shaking it first, I held it up to my ear. “I hope it’s not fine china,” I said. “There’s no sound of breakage.” Magic. The same magic you now have. Now...think of what you would do and snap your fingers, just like I did."€ By the time Stacy was in her teens, she was always well-behaved in public. Even at home, when friends or visitors were around, she was an absolute angel. This didn’t mean she was really that good -- just that she’d figured out not to get in trouble when others were there to see her punished. To match they raised the humiliation to more nudity, sometimes naked or allowed just a bra...or more humiliating positions like all 4's on the bed, the diaper position, grabbing ankles and spreading legs apart...and also doing more spankings in the kitchen, living room or other places where my siblings would also see them. The humiliation included staying in positions after the spanking ended for a period of time and them talking openly about my spankings with their friends. There were times when I was made to show the marks to their friends and plenty of times when they allowed other people to spank me.Mark," she said, drawing him towards her. "I promise to bend in strict obedience, no matter my mood. I've granted you complete authority to punish me and require myself to obey." Rachel rolled her eyes. "€œWhy are dressed like you just fell out of a costume shop mom, you look ridiculous. Besides, my day is going to be a nightmare "€˜cause my teacher decided to spank me in front of the whole class yesterday. Whatever weird birthday stuff you have planned isn"€™t going to make up for that."€ My Dad began dating a woman named Kate, and by the time of my summer visit in 1984 she and her kids were living with him. Kate was an attractive woman in her early 30s and had two daughters from a previous marriage – Denise, who was eight at the time, and six-year-old Kristie. My mother and I lived there for two years until we got our own apartment. During that time, other family members witnessed my cousins being beaten a number of times. It didn’t matter if other family members were there, male or female. My cousins were still forced to to remove their pants and underwear.

I"€™m not gonna wear this! I don"€™t know what"€™s going on, but I am a grown woman! I"€™m not going to let you make me wear this ridiculous outfit. I"€™m sorry, but no!"€, Elizabeth said, her arms crossed. He pressed the paddle against her lower butt. Fresh virgin skin rested under its sure commitment. She stayed still as the powerful impact lifted her tight cheeks, sending a wave of anguish through her behind. Despite its futility, she lifted her legs to ease her agonizing bottom.

They say: “God created man; Samuel Colt made them equal.” I’m thinking a woman created the hairbrush, making her the equal of any man. Mrs. Maxwell sighed and pulled the top the rest of the way down. Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief as the top appeared to stretch somewhat around her chest. She knew that the outfit was too small, but somehow it managed to fit her. Mrs. Maxwell then held the skirt stretched out before her. Too embarrassed to protest, Elizabeth stepped into the skirt and let the teacher pull it up for her. She waited patiently as Mrs. Maxwell adjusted the outfit, more than glad to just get this all over with. I saw red. Before I had time to even think about what I was doing, I had sat down on the kitchen chair, lowered my son’s pyjama trousers and flipped him over my lap. Obviously, up until this point Simon had no experience of this type of formal punishment but he still could sense the trouble he was in and was already wriggling around, trying to get up from the confusing and frightening position in which he found himself. I simply wrapped my left hand around his slim waist, raised my right hand and brought it down hard on his little bottom.