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>I see one of my childhood spankings was used as an >example for this topic. Since Gary has chimed in on >some of his experiences I figure I might as well >elaborate on this one, as it's very relevant to the >topic. > >My Aunt Connie had started babysitting a friend of my >cousin Ned named Eric and his sister Natalie after >school on some days. On this particular day she had >been asked to look after me while my mom was taking my >sisters to some after school basketball thing. I was >already annoyed that I wasn't allowed to stay home >alone so that might have contributed to my behavior >that day. > >The thing about Aunt Connie was her style of spanking >was centered around embarrassment, and this was >something she was not shy about. She had instituted a >'regime' of sorts to influence good behavior of the >kids while she was sitting them, telling them if she >had to spank them it would be on their bare bottoms in >the living room. There privilege of privacy would not >be granted. The parents of the two kids had signed off >on this with the condition that she spank by hand if >need be, which Aunt Connie always did anyway. At that >point I was spanked standing up but over my shorts >with a cane, sort of a right of passage having turned >13. > >Ned and Eric didn't want to be spanked in front of >Natalie, and Natalie didn't want to be spanked in >front of the boys. It was an effective deterrent >because the kids knew misbehavior would result in an >embarrassing punishment. My problem was that when Aunt >Connie detailed this to me I didn't think it would >apply to me, being 13 and not family friends with the >other 2 kids the way her and Ned were. I hardly knew >them at all, and I wasn't regularly babysat after >school the way the other 3 were. I thought she was >just trying to scare me, but it was a very legitimate >warning despite now being a teenager. > >There was an hour dedicated to doing homework at the >kitchen table. Ned, Eric and I got up to no good and >were horsing around when Aunt Connie came in and gave >us a warning. Eric got his act together, Ned and I did >not and we both were caught away from the table. Aunt >Connie gave us both a single spank to our clothed >bottoms and declared that there would not be another >warning. We didn't listen and got caught roughhousing >in the kitchen, which was the point Aunt Connie >declared that she had had it with us. "That is strike >3 for the both of you" I remember her saying, and she >declared that we were both getting spankings. > >She told Ned to go into the living room and wait >there, telling him "your fate is sealed." He >sheepishly obeyed, and I noticed Eric and Natalie >staring at us wide-eyed. She then pointed her finger >at me and said "as for you, go sit down at the kitchen >table and stay there. I need to make a couple phone >calls to decide how to deal with you." Needless to say >I was very stressed out waiting for her to return. >Eric and Natalie kept stealing glances at me but >nobody dared say anything. There was something I found >threatening about the smirk on Natalie's face. > >She returned about 10 minutes later and said "all >right kids, all of you into the living room now." Eric >and Natalie moved quickly, and before she turned into >the living room out of sight Natalie shot a cruel >smirk back at me. I knew that obedience was the best >case scenario for me at this point but I hesitated. >Aunt Connie said "you need to come in here and face >the music, Roger." That got me going, and as I entered >she told me to sit on the easy chair to the right of >where Ned was seated. Eric and Natalie were seated on >the couch across from us, full of anticipation. > >Aunt Connie walked in with a chair from the kitchen >table and she proceeded with the details of what was >about to happen. "I had to make some calls just >because we have a newly fledged teenager in the house >who wasn't part of the original arrangement. I thought >there might be reservations but I've been allowed by >both parties to do this my way which is good because I >am convinced my way will prevent something like this >from happening in the future. I'm going to keep this >simple: you boys disobeyed me not once, not twice, but >three times." > >There was a pause here where I noticed Ned staring off >into space, blushing and on the verge of tears. I >couldn't bring myself to look over at the kids about >to witness our comeuppance. > >"As punishment, right here and now, I'm going to put >the two of you over my knee and spank your bare >bottoms." > >There was another prolonged silence and I saw Ned >almost burst into tears. A couple escaped and trickled >down his cheeks. I was thankful to be sitting at the >point because all the feeling in my legs went away. It >got worse as Aunt Connie addressed me directly: > >"Roger, I'm told that you've been getting the cane at >home as of late, and you've been allowed to keep your >shorts on. I'm sure at 13 you'll feel to be too old >for this, especially with a girl present, but the >reality is you are still small enough to fit over my >knee so that's where you're going. It is also a >reality that I need to make an example of you for >openly disobeying me and encouraging my son to do the >same in front of children I need to obey me. So, while >I'm just going to use my hand, I am going to spank >over my knee naked from the waist down. It is not >going to be as painful as what you're used to, but >it's going to be very, very embarrassing. Do you >understand?" > >This declaration really got to me. I felt my face turn >red and tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the >full extent of the humiliation I was in store for. I >was 13 but still could barely fit over her knee, there >was a girl in the room, I was going to be naked from >waist to feet, and this was all deliberately intended. >She openly had told me it was going to be extremely >embarrassing. The indignity of it all kept me silent. > >"I said do you understand?" > >"Yes," I said with defiance. > >"Good, because I expect your full cooperation. You >would do well not to look so indignant. You've brought >this on yourself. Now, Ned, you will go first. Take >off your socks, your pants, and your underwear. If you >be quick about it I'll make this quick." > >Ned obeyed, peeling off his socks, then his jeans, and >with a split second of hesitation, his boxer shorts. I >took a quick look at the other kids as Ned's nakedness >was revealed. Eric sat there reluctantly but took a >quick look as Ned went over his mom's lap. Natalie had >a massive smile on her face, obviously delighted with >what she was seeing. > >Aunt Connie raised her hand up high and brought it >down on Ned's bare bottom. She did so again, and >again. Slowly. Her idea of quick was not my idea, and >I thought she would stop after Ned burst into tears >after the tenth spank. She went all the way to twenty >and by that time Ned was wailing in submission. She >let him up, and while he didn't go into a full on >spanking dance, he did rub his bottom for a few >seconds which left his front exposed until Aunt Connie >told him to put his shorts on, which he did. > >At this point all eyes in the room fixed on me. Aunt >Connie got straight to business: "alright young man, >take off everything below your waist." > >It's hard to describe the feeling of discomfort I >experienced in this situation. As I stood up and took >down my jeans I was just trying to pretend Natalie >wasn't there but I could feel her eyes on me, I could >feel her gaze fixed between my legs. I hardly heard >Connie tell me to take off my socks, but I did, and I >obeyed, leaving me in just my T-shirt and shorts. I >looked over at Natalie and Eric and the two of them >were wide eyed but what alarmed me was they were both >staring directly at my face, into my eyes. I looked at >Aunt Connie with eyes silently pleading for mercy. The >indignation was gone. > >She simply shook her head: "hurry up boy, we haven't >got all day." > >I was out of options. I walked over to her and right >before I got to her, just to minimize my exposure, I >took off my boxers. I heard Natalie gasp and I quickly >threw myself over Aunt Connie's lap. There was a >couple seconds of silence where she positioned >herself, brought her hand up high in the air, and >smacked my bare bottom hard. > >She was right, it was not as painful as what I'd grown >used to, but the pain still caught me off guard. When >combined with the humiliation and embarrassment I was >experiencing it was not all that different. It also >did not help that she was not a quick spanker despite >claiming to be so: she spanked very slowly, every >couple of seconds, making sure each smack was as >painful as it possibly could be. > >I foolishly convinced myself I could preserve a shred >of dignity by holding back the tears, and I did last >longer than Ned, but I let my emotions burst around >the 15th spank, and I was also foolish enough to >believe my spanking would be the same length as Ned's. >While his ended around 20 smacks, mine lasted a good >30 which was plenty of time for me to start crying in >submission. A quiet, pathetic sobbing that functioned >as a natural plea for mercy. > >Aunt Connie was right: it was not particularly painful >physically, but I was taken down several pegs that >day. The embarrassment was off the charts. The real >damage was done to my ego, and I was always resentful >that I never got to witness Natalie, or Eric for that >matter, experience the same shameful punishment. That >final fact makes this experience the single most >humiliating experience of my entire life.

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