PUNISHED - PART 1: SPANKED BARE

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I don't have many memories before age 8 and not that many between 8 and 12. I did some journalling when I was with my first therapist and wrote down thoughts and suspicions about other spankings. Generally, the amount of baring I'd have to endure wasn't announced ahead of time. Sometimes I'd know just because of the severity of what I'd done, but sometimes not. Then I went home. I didn't tell my parents. I have never done it. What could they do about it ? They certainly couldn't have erased from anyone's brain the sight of my bottoms. I acted as if nothing happened, but inside I was literally broken. I barely slept that night. I was hoping that everybody would have forgotten my punishment the next day. How wrong was I. Some people get aroused by looking at drawings of children and teens, mainly teens, being spanked and beaten in most abusive, humiliating, degrading, embarrassing ways. The pain did not leave, it was still growing. Even in the dark of night she could feel the heat on her hand. And lying on her tummy, stroking her poor bottom, she fell asleep.

However, at that moment, Jordan was free from the myriad discomforts which had recently plagued his life. The Ranger, his new guardian, had agreed he could have a morning free from chores and had dropped him off at the old swimming pool at the edge of town “You can relax today” he had said “Tomorrow you have an important role to play at the local charity fair!” My aunt spanked the same way, though with her I had to put my hands on my head while she lectured and bared me. When ever I was spanked, it was bare bum, no other way, and it was always, pants all the way down, then shirt up under my arms, then under pants all the way down, then I would reach across moms far thigh, and put myself in position. What was it like for you? For me it was almost always bare bottom.There was some discussion of what I did wrong. Then I would have to hold my shirt up, which kept my hands occupied and gave my dad access to unfasten my pants and take them down, sometimes to my ankles and sometimes all the way off. My underwear followed. Then, with me still having to hold my shirt up, which was more embarrassing when I reached my teens, there would be some more discussion/scolding and I'd go over his knees. The swimming pool was next to a derelict building, which had once been a sports centre, where Bruno carried the struggling and protesting Jordan, followed by a broadly grinning Dewey and Sammy.

Brother was about 2 years younger. Reading other people's posts, seems pretty standard for the oldest to go last.

When she went to catch the bus now, it was wiggle of a young woman. Even the man with the bowler hat who sat in the same seat every day started to smile, and greet her with a tipping of the hat. She had no idea that he began to see her differently, she just assumed it was cordial familiarity with a regular person he saw on the bus. JOE THE KING - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZziZRbaCPc (from 1999; the director's commentary on the DVD verified this was real; this also might be the last boy nude scene from the US)The incident happened at a private school I attended, which took both boys and girls. The year was 1967, and everyone in that class would have been seven or eight years old at the time. Mummy noticed, and the other W.I.Women noticed. Not only noticed, but mentioned it, in a subtle way. “Your Karen is making a fine young lady, she’ll certainly turns some heads one day!”

Tasha meanwhile was lost in an ecstatic bliss – her bottom stung like crazy. When at last the business finished she asked her mentor a special favour which touched Penny to the core: “Gosh, your spanking hand is tip top shape these days. Are my cheeks red, they feel that way, but are behind so cannot see” :Some people enjoy watching videos of violent beatings and spankings where the recipient is in serious pain and distress. Karen took out the envelope containing the slip….the slip…the white crispy slip, the DETENTION SLIP, and walked gingerly by the stairs and into the kitchen. “Hello Mum. I got this today.” I know about this intimately. I have had a spanking fetish for 34 years since I was 12, it is very pronounced. I know many people in this world, partly through yahoo groups of which there are many. It was then that all three of Jordan’s new tormentor’s produced a selection of old wooden paddles, both fraternity paddles with greek letters or old fashioned domestic paddles with quaint phrases on them. Now it was Tasha’s turn – her long-suffering spanker was getting impatient so she should complete the task , or else. Besides, it was getting a little cold. English graveyards are never warm. So, Tasha without much further ado, unbuttoned the dungarees. The flaps unflapped, hooks were unhooked and buttons undone, until at last the trews and panties came down (not Raeger but M&S) revealing a sight of total delight – a deeper-cheeked rear of width and girth. Penny gave out a cry of delight – “what an inheritance my dearest friend – your splendid bottom bare – which in time will no doubt be passed on to generations yet unborn”.

It can be a very lonely existence if it is a serious and essential part of one's life. I know people in rural parts of the south who travel over 150 miles to find someone to play with. It can be very difficult to find someone to engage in that in a relationship the way one wants, particularly in a rural area. It is hard enough to find someone you are attracted to, who you are emotionally compatible with, who you share other interests and are into spanking the way you are. Many resort to open relationships or play around on the side discretely so their partner does not know. It feels strange if you have never experienced it before, you know, being naked in public. It probably had already happened to me before that day, when I was just a toddler I guess, but I don't remember it. When you're this young you may not think too much about it. When you're older and more aware of things you feel so... Helpless I guess... Well, I felt helpless anyway...Typing is getting hard for me right now... I know that there's little chance of me getting recognized, I know that I don't have to actually utter a word, but it's still just so hard for me to put it down... As a child it was over the knee dress or skirt up panties pulled down. Mom or dad would use there hand. But if I did something that really angred them it was the wooden handeled hair brush, the top of it resembled a small paddel.Jordan glowered at Dewey, furious at this further evidence that the news of his humiliating situation was spreading like wild fire. “Shut up, if you want to keep your teeth!” he snarled. DOG DAY - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhIP0Rg55YQ (25 minutes in; kid at the end of the strap was the same boy who was bared (but not spanked) in THE TIN DRUM. He was over 16 in DOG DAY). The worst two spankings she gave me were both with a belt. One in the living room with pants around my ankles and bent over with my hands on my knees for allegedly hitting a nine year old girl that lived across the street. To make matters worse, I didn't really hit her at all, she lied on me to get me in trouble. The other was at fourteen When my sister and I both had to pull our pants down and bend over the kitchen table and got spanked with a belt for not doing our chores. The worst hand spanking I got from mom was when I stole a candy bar at five. She pulled my pants down to my ankles and turned me over her knee at the car after making me apologize in the store for stealing. That was the longest spanking I ever got. A large number of the fire ants had slipped between his cheeks and they set about biting that intimate and sensitive area, even his rosebud like anus was not spared.