In Front of Everyone: Four Tales of M/M Public Spanking

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It was a big old house near Berlin and I hated it. I spoke no German and none of my mother’s family spoke English. My uncle Max and his wife Greta had three kids, all older than me – two girls and a boy, who was the oldest. We never mentioned the beatings she was subjected to but did recall some of the good times we had. I never forget those years I spent at my uncle and aunt’s house – or the terrible way they treated their kids.

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I walked in to the living room and saw all their bare asses on display ,they all screamed in embarrassment ,but dad told them not to move,I stood 3 feet away while dad asked each girl for their number. In her haste to get to the classroom, Elizabeth had nearly forgotten the layout of the academy. By the time she arrived at the threshold to the room, she was already a few minutes late. She took a moment to collect herself, put on her best smile, and did her best to walk confidently into the room. Taking both dice with shaking fingers, she clutched them in her clammy fist, her eyes imploring him to determine her fate. She trusted his decisions.

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They were afforded no modesty whatsoever and would have to sit half naked on that kitchen chair, sometimes with several other relatives nearby. I could see they were humiliated by it and tried their best to cover themselves with their hands. I could also see how much pain they were in and as old as my male cousin was, he still openly cried when he was beaten. I'm pleased to announce that I've just published a new story collection, Twelve of the Best: Volume 13! Holding their discipline strap, his authority swamped her in respect. Her sunny disposition had been absent since she'd woken. Angry at her personal deficiency, she'd failed to snap out of it. He should beat her. She must be excellent company tonight. His deal relied on her. No, Sir.”The dull scratch of a chair filled the room. Heavy footsteps vibrated through the floorboards. And just where do you think you"€™re going?!"€, Elizabeth nearly yelled at Rachel, "€œUnless you want a repeat of yesterday, I suggest you march yourself right down to the principal’s office young lady."€ Rachel looked at her, a fire in her eyes that had not been there the day before. Elizabeth hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should rely on corporal punishment again.

Author’s Note: This story contains a large amount of sexual and fetish content centering around mental age regression, role reversal, spanking, wetting, messing, diapers, and more. This is a darker story so keep that in mind as you near the end. But today was different. No cane here. No mere Admissions Clerk. Any moment now: the prison Punishment Officer, bearing a birch. The birch, of which the girls whispered so reverentially. (Apart, that is, from those who’d received it: they fell silent, looked away, tried not to remember. Tonight, she’d become one of them). That night, as I was lying down and getting ready to sleep, Kate walked into my room and sat on my bed. She said to me: “You’ve heard me tell Denise and Kristie that I spank them because I love them, haven’t you?” I nodded. “Well, now you know that I love you too.” She kissed me on the cheek. We laughed, and mom handed me a box to unwrap. Shaking it first, I held it up to my ear. “I hope it’s not fine china,” I said. “There’s no sound of breakage.” He frowned. Her attitude had been a growing problem since they'd woken. Mr. and Mrs. Davenport had founded their trusted software business twenty years ago, developing an extensive client base. Relationships mattered to them. Decades younger, he needed to convey a loving, homely impression to win their hearts and acquire their company.

Simon was around two and a half when he first felt my hand across his bottom. My wife Polly and I had agreed prior to his birth (with that characteristic naive optimism of first-time parents) that spanking was old-fashioned and unnecessary; in fact, frankly, we felt that it was cruel and barbaric.

She'd rather he decide. Her savage, bare sting would be over soon, unless her next roll went against her. If her sense of fashion wasn"€™t enough to grab attention and leave the women around her jealous, then her natural beauty was. Elizabeth had pale smooth skin and wavy auburn hair that she kept pulled into a high bun. Her cute facial features and hazel eyes were framed perfectly by a pair of dark rimmed glasses that Elizabeth hoped gave her a more refined, intelligent look. To match they raised the humiliation to more nudity, sometimes naked or allowed just a bra...or more humiliating positions like all 4's on the bed, the diaper position, grabbing ankles and spreading legs apart...and also doing more spankings in the kitchen, living room or other places where my siblings would also see them. The humiliation included staying in positions after the spanking ended for a period of time and them talking openly about my spankings with their friends. There were times when I was made to show the marks to their friends and plenty of times when they allowed other people to spank me.We’d have to work on the logistics. I’m a little small for a man of my age, but I still tower over Samantha. I would barely fit over her lap, and my weight might be more than she’d like to support, especially if she gave me the kind of spanking I wanted and it drove me to squirming.