Re: Who pulls up the pants? -- Boys and Girls that that were spanked growingup

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Date Posted: 03:20:49 07/23/15 Thu
Author: Daniel
Subject: Re: Who pulls up the pants?
In reply to: JoeR 's message, "Re: Who pulls up the pants?" on 13:23:42 02/17/15 Tue

" ... DAN, UNTIL WHAT AGE WOULD THESE BARE SPANKINGS OCCUR AND YOU HAVE TO REMAIN BARE IN THE CORNER OR AT THE TABLE? ..."

Even after mom passed away my sister maintained the same punishment routine and during the few months when Dad's girlfriend lived with us as the new step mom,(supposedly to become his cute young wife) they spanked me regularly, I was almost seventeen.
At eighteen, a few weeks before I left for a military school my mom's younger sister heard me cursing about something and that evening she had me over her knee, spanking my bare heiney with the long clothes brush till I was bawling like a baby. I think she had wanted to discipline me for some time but hadn't a good excuse.
That was the last time I had to sit at the table with nothing on but a smile and a very sore bottom. My aunt had cooked supper while Kathy and Patty served the meal as I was in the corner, still sobbing at the embarrassment as well as the substantial pain on my heiney, but afterward I was told to do the dishes in the sink and wipe off the table, still without a stitch on while the family, my sister, two cousins, my aunt and my younger brother all looked on.
My aunt said something about me learning that I was getting too big for my britches so I had to go that evening without britches at all.
Each time they asked for another cup of coffee or some plate for the cake I had to come to the table and they all could see my thingy hanging there.
I know the girls laughed and giggled that I had been put in my place, even teasing me the next few days about what they liked to call my tiny boy toy. Patty, mu cousin liked to imply that her boyfriend was much bigger and better endowed, but I suspect that that was all show.

The next time I was spanked by my sister was almost ten years later when I was at home between ships. By then I had filled out and easily could have refused, but my older cousin was there who had been our baby sitter when I was young and she was very persuasive so when they said I was ogling their legs and semi exposed thighs, I went along with it.
After the spanking they had me sit between them on the sofa and they hugged and accidentally touched me. That was one of the first times I really felt the warm fuzzy afterglow of forgiveness despite my being still naked.

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