WARNING!!! This spanking story could be quite tough, so if you're a bit faint hearted or against corporal punishment of children, please don't read it. Again in real live I wouldn't consider to spank kids.
If you haven't read Sam's spanking stories, you can read them in The Reward of Helping (July 2011) and Quest for the truth (August 2011). Thanks for your continued support!
Hope you enjoy this one. :-)
Coldham Fintan Noose III and Samuel "Sam" Richards were best friends, since Coldham, who didn't care for his first name and preferred to be called Fin, broke into the wrong apartment. Sam caught him, but decided to help Fin instead and didn't go to the police.
Now they were together with their families on vacation in Guatemala.
Sam knew about Fin's upbringing, and generally Fin didn't mind talking about it. It was anyway rarely that Sam mentioned it and had been open about his own. This time around they were sitting on the balcony of Fin's suite and sipping tropical juices. "Fin, tell me what was your most embarrassing spanking." Fin didn't have to think long. His spankings had been generally degrading, but there were only two he found very embarrassing. Weighing up which one was the most humiliating, he made up his mind.
"I was maybe thirteen or fourteen, I guess, and it was one of the few occasions one parent spanked me alone without the other being present. In this case it was my mother. My father was on a business trip. I don't even remember why I was spanked. I think it was for talking back. She thought my behavior warranted six strokes with the cane." Sam grimaced in sympathy. He had felt the belt twice, so he didn't know how painful the cane was. Having gone through a similar experience, though, he could imagine it was hell. Sam's grandfather had given Sam fifteen blistering strokes on the bare behind once and the other time six. Fin continued his story. “Anyhow, Mom asked me to pull down my pants and underwear. I wasn't too keen on it, because I had reached puberty by then, and well, I found it embarrassing she was going to see everything. Not that she hadn't before - mostly, when I was punished. As always I tried to stall. Of course it wasn't successful. I bet Mom had chosen to spank me on my room on purpose. My brother Mike's room was just beside mine. I hated he could hear my reaction to the sound walloping I was going to receive and that he knew I was going to get it. It was so embarrassing. That wasn't the worst. Mom told me to bend over the back of my chair until I was standing on tiptoes. My bared behind stuck out and offered an ideal target. Mom let me wait what seemed like ages. Then the first stroke came, hitting my bottom in the middle. Mom was laying it on harder than usual. I can imagine why. For some reason she had an obsession to make me cry, while I was still spanked - either by her or my Dad - I rarely did her the favor. Harder strokes meant also a faster and louder reaction from me, insuring Mike heard guaranteed what was going on. I was unable to take the first stroke quiet. The second was about the same strength. Being better prepared, I managed to take that one silent. The third took my breath away and reignited the burning fire in my behind. I couldn't make a sound, even if I had wanted to. The fourth cut was mega hard. I nearly lost control and wanted to reach back or get up. I didn't either. I definitely screamed. My eyes filled with tears, but I held them back, not wanting to give Mom the satisfaction. Then I waited and waited and hoped for a moment I had miscounted and we had already reached six. Unfortunately I had counted right. Mom kept me in suspense for a minute or two. My behind was already throbbing, especially where the last stroke had hit me. Mom had managed to line up four straight stripes, covering my behind from the top to my sit spots. There would have been space for the other two without question. Instead she ordered me to get up and turn around. I hesitated, because she hadn't allowed me to pull up my clothing and if I turned it meant she would be able to see my genitals. I didn't understand why she wanted me to get out of position. There were still two to go. "Do you want to get over with your punishment?" Mom asked sternly. Of course I wanted to. It was a struggle to keep up my composure, and the sooner it was over, the sooner she would leave, the sooner I could let go..." Fin's blue grey eyes had changed to blue by the memory. He was still upset. Sam, who sensed it might be too much for his friend, said: "You don't have to go further." "I've started, so I'll finish." Fin took his time, though, and sipped from his juice. "Well, as I didn't have a choice, I got up and turned round, trying to cover my bared midsection with my hands. My mother told me that it was unacceptable and I should drop them to the side. Slowly I dropped my hands. I felt so ashamed, humiliated and angry. Still not getting my mother's intention, I was trying to figure out, what she wanted to do. Mom seemed to enjoy her power and let me stew for another few minutes. I didn't know where to look and was ashamed, She asked me to stretch out my right hand. Suddenly I got the idea. Shaking I complied. She raised the cane, and it swished down, cutting across my sensitive palm. I shouted and shook my hand like mad and jumped from one foot to the other, trying to get rid of the incredible pain. My penis dangled wildly as well, clearly visible to her. It made me blush furiously, and I felt very exposed and even more ashamed. Since we had still one cut left, she asked me to hold out the other hand. For the second stroke I closed my eyes, I didn't want to see it, but it didn't help. As soon as I heard the whistling, I knew the impact was near. It took me all my will power not to pull away. Again the pain was excruciating, and for a moment I thought I had a few broken bones. I couldn't move my fingers and burst into tears. I didn't know how to deal with the fire in my behind and hands, or the anger and shame I felt. To my dismay and further humiliation, I couldn't dress myself, because of the stiffness of my hands and fingers - my mother did it for me, not asking what I wanted, and she was quiet rough about it. I had stopped crying before, but when Mom pushed up my briefs, I started again. You won't believe how much I hated her. My ill feelings towards her only lessened after months. After Mom had dressed me, she gave me a short lecture and left." "How about your hands and backside?" "I hid my hands under my armpits and later cooled them under cold water. The red streaks disappeared after a day. My bottom was another matter. I had bruises and of course tramlines for around two weeks." "Did your parents ever again whip you across the palms?" "No, and I'm glad it was a once off." Fin then asked Sam in return about which of his two spankings was more embarrassing. Sam thought it was the last one, because first of all he was spanked in the hall way and second he had to count the strokes. Being proud and similar to Fin he didn't want his younger sisters to find out he was at the receiving end of justice. Unfortunately for him one of his sisters woke up and witnessed at least the part he got dressed with his grandfather hovering in the background, still holding the folded belt in hand.
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I think i had the most embarrassing spanking ever!I was 15 and my brother was 13 and it was our First Holy Communion day.Bro was dressed in his suit and tie and i was dressed like the little girls in our class in a poofy,short sleeve,knee length communion dress and veil with lace anklets and white mary jane shoes.My great aunt and gramma along with my our parents required me to wear a cloth diaper and toddler size plastic pants and a white tee shirt under my dress to make me feel pure like the little girls.Three hours before the mass,bro and i got into a fight over a video game,that i started.I got so mad that i punched him in the stomach.After he recovered,mom and dad and gramma and great aunt took me to my room,dad took of his belt and doubled it over.I was then ordered to lay over his lap.Mom then brought up my communion dress,pulled down the toddler plastic pants and unpinned the diaper and removed it,then pulled the plastic pants back up.Dad gave me several hard whacks with the belt on my butt in front of bro,gramma,great aunt and mom! I was so embarrassed! After the spanking,mom re diapered me,pulled the plastic pants back up and we went to the parish.I walked down the aisle with bro and a very sore butt!
ReplyDeleteI made my First Holy Communion at 14 and had a sleeveless,puffy,top of the knees communion dress and veil with lace socks and white mary jane shoes.My parents required me to wear a camisole and toddler size rubberpants under my dress! They fit me snug and i had a rash from them when i took them off at bedtime!
DeleteI am a girl 17,and made my First Holy Communion two years ago at 15 also and per the parish requirements,me and the little girls had to wear the puffy,short sleeve,knee length communion dress and veil with the lace socks and white shoes and under our dresses we had to wear a tee shirt and 'rubberpants'! Mom got the largest size she could find which were toddler extra large size.After my bath,she babypowdered me,then put the rubberpants on me,which fit me snug,then the tee shirt,and the rest of my outfit.It was embarrassing walking down the aisle with the little kids and everyone knowing i had rubberpants on under my dress! When i took them off at bedtime.i had a rash!
DeleteWhen i made my First Holy Communion at 14,i was in the class with the 7 year olds.After my bath that sunday morning,my parents put a size 8 pampers cruiser diaper on me then put white,adult size rubberpants on over it with a tee shirt as my top.My communion dress was short sleeve and poofy and knee length.I had a flower crown with a veil attached and the white lace anklets and white patent leather shoes.I was just like the little girls in my class!At my party,mom told some of my female relatives and cousins that i had a pampers and rubberpants on under my dress and naturally,out of curiosity,the front of my dress got lifted up and they checked out the pampers and rubberpants! Even some of my friends saw them and told me i looked like a baby under my dress!
DeleteI am 13 and just made my First Holy Communion with the 7 year olds a week ago on May 21.After my bath i was put into a size 8 pampers with rubberpants over it and a camisole as my top.The pampers and rubberpants made me feel pure like the little girls! Mom put the open package of the pampers and the rubberpants in my drawer and told me i am going to wear them for other special occassions.
DeleteTo anonymous above-It is good that your parents and great aunt and gramma required you to wear the cloth diaper and toddler rubberpants under your communion dress! They wanted you to be pure and innocent like the little girls and hopefully the diaper and rubberpants did that!I have heard of other catholic teen girls who had to wear the cloth diaper and rubberpants under their communion dresses also so you were not alone!
ReplyDeleteWhen me and my twin sister made our First Communions at 15,I had to wear a suit and ty and sis had to wear a short sleeve,puffy,top of the knees communion dress and veil with lace socks and white patent leather shoes.When she was taking her bath,our parents had her outfit laid out on her bed and there was a white tee shirt with a pair of white toddler extra large size plastic pants laying next to the tee shirt with a small can of babypowder next to them.After her bath,she went into her room and the door was closed and mom and dad proceded to dress her.I was standing just outside her door and heard mom tell her to sit down and lay back on her bed so they could put the plastic pants on her first.I heard them crinkling as they pulled them up her legs to her waist.They finished dressing her and i went to the living room and they brought her out.She looked very cute and little girlish! Mom lifted up the front of sis's dress and showed me the toddler plastic pants and told me that they are what the little girls wear,so sis is wearing them also.
DeleteWhen i was 14,i was the 'little' flowergirl in my nieces wedding,as there were no real little girls to fulfill the role. I was put into a pastel pink,short sleeve,above the knees,poofy taffeta dress with a headwreath with pink and white ribbons down the back,pink lace anklets with white lace,and pink mary jane shoes.So that i would be more 'little'girlish,my niece and mom had me wear a white cloth diaper with pastel pink plastic pants over it under my dress with a pink tee shirt as my top.During the wedding dance,i got into some trouble with another girl and pushed her down to the floor!Since it was all my fault,mom took me over he lap,brought my dress up and spanked me hard on the back of my diaper and rubberpants!Several people saw me being spanked and i was so humiliated that they saw my diaper and rubberpants also!
DeleteMy most embarrassing spanking happened at 16. A friend of the family was taking care of the house and making sure I went to school,was home on time and things like that. Though she didn't come out and say it directly she dropped enough hints so when it finally happened it wasn't a complete surprise. That day came 6 days in on a Saturday afternoon. She was annoyed with me for a few little things but what I got punished for was she caught me masturbating. She said it wasn't that but the magazine I had. The publisher was disgusting and exploited women. I was told that as I was grabbed by the ear and pulled across her lap. I was still aroused and even tried to say so and was told "that's why you're on my leg but you DON'T want to do that and she started spanking me hard. The inevitable happened-she was doing what she could to make it happen. She didn't stop until I was through. GET UP-DID YOU MESS ON MY LEG? YOU DID! Go clean up and come right back in here! I did as I was told and when she came back she had a hairbrush. She just motioned at her lap and I lay across it. After 2 dozen whacks she had me count how many pages were in the magazine. When I reached 50 she told me if I could count of 25 correctly with the brush the last 25 would be by hand. I made it through the first 25 and she started with her hand. When I couldn't help but get hard she paused and told me I would be spanked until I made another mess in the sweetest tone of voice. After almost coming she said enough and slapped between my legs and by the 5 or 6 slap I did. She followed me to the bathroom and made sure I cleaned up. I was sent to bed with her telling me to expect a few more talks with her. It turned into a regular thing afterwards as she lived close by. She also set me up with a girl around my age who was into that. We are engaged to be married.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Jace, and I got spanked quite a bit growing up, so there are a lot of stories I could tell about embarrassing spankings I received. But the worst was probably when I was twelve or so and was acting up during church services. A friend of mine and I were hamming it up over only God knows what now, but my mom and given me the "look" several times during the service. But my friend and I would stop for a second only to pick it up again a minute or two later. Anyway, we were kind of playing games and poking at each other, and finally, my friend got me pretty good and I yelped out load and giggled. That was it. My dad grabbed me by the arm, lifted me out of the pew, and marched me out of the sanctuary to the men's room down the hall. Once there, he gave me a good chewing out. When he was finished with that, he reached for my belt, unfastened it and my pants, turned me around and gave me a sound spanking. It was hardly the worst I'd ever gotten, but it was bad enough to make me cry pretty good. When he was done, he had be dress myself again and asked me if I was ready to go back in. I told him I wanted to go sit in the car. But dad was having none of that. He told me that if I was going to act up in church, then the whole church should see what happens when a boy acts up during the sermon. Anyway, he marched me back to the sanctuary with red eyes and still teary. Dad sat me down in the seat next to my friend again, and I can guarantee you there was no fussing the rest of that service. I'll tell you what, my butt was sure hot. But not nearly has hot as I felt knowing that everyone in the congregation was looking at me and know exactly what had just transpired in the bathroom between my dad and me. I was genuinely ashamed and embarrassed!
ReplyDeleteI am a boy and Women seem to kw. I had just moved to a new town and didn't know anyone. I did find a Woman Freindly porn shop and they had a few magazines of Women dressed in....I can't explain but lingerie that was intimidating. I went in there and the Woman said "You are cute. Do you know what Queening is?" I said I did and she took the magazines away. "You are pretty. And I think you need to be spanked." She turned around and said "You do stare at us. Sit down if I'm right." I did. The owner came over and said she could leave if "You start FaceTime now and keep it on." Then they laughed and the woman that confronted me whispered something. "Let's see." I was a sissy in a skirt getting a spanking. "DID YOU MESS ON MY LEG?!?" Is where Ill leave off. Its a well known place and word spread.
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