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Date Posted: 11:22:42 06/03/15 Wed
In reply to: Rachel 's message, "Re: Spanked standing" on 15:18:26 05/15/15 Fri
" ... his hand desperately trying to hide his penis and balls ..."
Been there several times, but my mom considered touching the boy toy to definitely be playing with myself so if I tried to cover up she'd then order me to lock my fingers together on my head.
I figured my sister was letting on to certain of her friends that there would be a spanking coming up over the weekend. What was really bad was that they were a year behind me in school and often the week after one of them had seen me completely exposed like that and bawling like a baby I'd notice them whisper and smile as we passed in the hallway.
Sometimes after a spanking mom would make me stand in the open double doorway to the dining room holding a school book in each hand with arms outstretched to either side and if Kathy and a friend were doing homework at the dining room table they would have a clear view. I'd try not to have an erection but often as not the harder I tried the harder I'd get.
Eventually I learned to distract myself by reciting the states and state capitols, or work out some math problem as best I could in my head, he kind where one train leaves a station at one speed while another leaves another at a different speed, calculating where or at what time would they meet. That would work unless I noticed them giggling and commenting about it getting soft which would break the spell and I'd get aroused again. I can still recite Lincolns Gettysburg Address from memory or the whole four stanzas of the Star Spangled Banner from those experiences.
To use the bathroom they could go though the kitchen but they often seemed to prefer passing me, ducking under my outstretched arms, which, of course, gave them an even closer look and I dared not move an inch. Plus as Kathy did that she always had an excuse to steady herself as she bent down a little by sliding her hand down my back and onto my sore heiney.
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