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Subject: Re: Diaper Position

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Date Posted: 19:49:15 11/18/14 Tue
In reply to: A Spanking Demonstration 's message, "Re: Diaper Position" on 11:59:31 11/17/14 Mon

"... Mom invited Ryan to stay for dinner that night, and he did. We sat around the table as a family that night, Mom and Dad and Jessica all chatting ..."

You are fortunate that your sister did not also have some surprise guests over for dinner.
Several times as I stood in the corner after a spanking I'd hear the back door open and realized that my sister was home for supper and that she was chatting with another female.
Depending on where our mom was in the house, she'd might ignore me standing against the wall, but the sudden silence followed by some giggling would betray the fact that they were looking at my reddened heiney.
If my mom was busy upstairs or in another part of the house, Kathy would come close and lightly pat my behind or maybe rub one of the cheeks making some remark "Oh dear, it looks like Danny was a naughty boy again." to draw even more attention to my predicament.
The worst times was when she'd say something like "Oh look at how hot his little heiney is" followed by, "Feel the heat of his other cheek, Liz."
Liz was one of her classmates from school They were a year behind me in grade, and I believe I was a junior then. Kathy knew that I had eyes for certain girls in her class and Elizabeth Ann was a friendly, nice looking girl who she had noticed, at other times, was able to make my eyes dance whenever she sat or rose from a chair or just walked across the room.
I remember Liz saying "Oh no, I couldn't" and my sister telling her that I liked having my heiney rubbed and that she often would stop in my room after I had been punished to do so.
It was true, usually I'd lay on my belly and be sobbing for a while or if I happened to be on my back she'd announce, "I've got some lotion for your pink heiney so roll over and keep that thing from standing up like that."
So Kathy laughed and leaned over my shoulder, " You do like to have your sore cheeks rubbed, don't you Danny, tell her it is okay."
I knew from experience that despite her being a year or so younger I had best just agree with her, Mom's Little Pet, so I let out a sob and nodded my head. Almost immediately I could feel a second set of fingers and then a soft hand manipulating the other cheek, lightly enough to not really hurt but definitely squeezing the flab of the old gluteus maximus.
( Yes, I took Latin for two years in high school and we quickly learned all the naughty words in Latin..)
After a minute or two Kathy left and then came back with a warm damp face cloth, " Turn around so I can wipe off your face
Of course, I had to keep my fingers interlocked on my head or outstretched holding a book in each hand, that was a part of the punishment. My dear sister could be mean, naughty, torturous, sweet, kind, caring or tender switching from one mode to another almost instantly, and without warning.
A short sharp crack on one hind cheek from a smack of her hand and I turned so she could wash the tear stains from my chin and cheeks, but, as usual, her gentle kindness had a secondary effect since her friend could now see my penis close up and I had an erection despite my humiliation.
As I opened my eyes I could see Liz in the act of quickly shifting her eyes away from staring at it, as if with disdain as girls were taught to pretend in such situations. She half turned away as if she had seen thousands of naked men, so seeing me exposed like that was just another boring event. But I knew that she had no older brothers or even any younger ones close to her in age, so probably this was the first time she had a good look at a somewhat mature older boy.
That must have been Kathy's intention all along. She "accidentally" dropped the cloth and as Liz bent down to grab at it, the knuckles of Kathy's hand tapped the head of my boner making it bounce a little, to increase my humiliation of the display,"Ooops, that didn't hurt, did it ?" knowing full well it was purposeful and displaying a naughty smile.
"Better turn around, I hear mommy coming," By the time my mom entered the kitchen the two girls were sitting at the table having milk and cookies, or it may have been iced tea, chatting about some inconsequential event at school as if they had barely noticed a completely naked schoolmate standing in the far corner of the room.
After the greetings, Mom asked "You'll be staying tonight, right Liz ?" Liz pleasantly answered, "Yes, all weekend if it is okay"
I could feel my mom pause and look at me standing there with my red heiney for all to see, " I guess you have learned your lesson, Daniel ?" as she came close to where I was standing. Mom grabbed my ear and said, You can go upstairs til dinner, Daniel. You know the rules."
I turned and mom escorted me across the kitchen area to the stairs, holding my left ear as if to prevent these innocent young ladies from fainting after seeing my erection. But that also made my exposure more obvious since when someone drags you by the ear you can't walk straight and the stumbling sidestep gave Elizabeth a good look as we passed where she was now sitting.
"I'll call you for dinner and you can stand up in the corner to eat." I was told which meant not to dare get dressed until after the dishes were done, garbage bag carried out back to the cans that awaited the collection truck and the floor swept. Some of those chores were mine and some my sister's. If Elizabeth volunteered to help she'd again see me doing my part still completely exposed which is exactly what happened.

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