Bare Bottom Hand Spanking In The Living Room With A Girl Allowed To Watch

[dunbarbarian0]

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 Natalie watching, but the reality is you are a late bloomer and still a couple inches short to get out of going 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, and there's a simple way to do that, which is to have your underpants removed. Natalie's mother was admittedly apprehensive about her being allowed to watch when I told her you're technically a teenager, but when I explained to her that you're really still mostly a tween, she gave permission. After all, it's possible you've started getting bigger between your legs and maybe sprouted some hair, but just by looking at you it's equally possible the only hair you've got on your body is on your head. So, while I'm just going to use my hand, I am going to spank you over my knee naked from the waist down. It is not going to be as painful as what you're used to, but you will be fully exposed, and I am certain that is going to be very, very embarrassing. Do you understand?"

This declaration really got to me. It cut so deep how she pointed out that I was 13 but, well, I looked like I could be 11. I was deeply ashamed of this, and I had just been told that I was going to have to bare my immature genitals as punishment. 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. At 13 years of age I was going over my aunt's knee like a little kid, there was a girl in the room who was going to see me naked from waist to feet, and this was all deliberately intended. There was nothing I could do about it. Aunt Connie had openly and directly told me that by her order Natalie was going to see my penis. The indignity of it all kept me silent. I absolutely did feel far too old for this.

"I said do you understand?"

"Yes," I said with defiance, my voice much higher pitched than I'd have liked it to be.

"Good, because I expect your full cooperation. You will be expected to take your own clothes off and it would be very wise that you exhibit full obedience. You would also 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.

[NudeBaG]

So, did Natalie see your privates?

[dunbarbarian0]

Yes, once I took my boxers off and stepped out of them I was naked below the waist. I heard her gasp when I took them off so I threw myself over Aunt Connie’s lap. However, when I stood back up she got a more prolonged look between my legs as I quickly got the post spanking hops out of the way and located my shorts. While I was not entirely prepubescent I was deeply ashamed of having my genitals exposed because as my Aunt had correctly pointed out I was a late bloomer, and I was very self conscious of that fact. I quickly put my shorts back on but not before noticing Natalie staring between my legs with wide eyes and a big smile on her face. While my penis was immature, Natalie got an eyeful and enjoyed it, not that this was the least bit comforting. Say what you will about the method, but Aunt Connie had sentenced me to humiliation as punishment for disobedience and being a bad influence to my cousin, and she enforced it powerfully. To be honest, I think the worst aspect of the punishment was not the OTK bare hand on bare ass spanking, not even the fact that Natalie and Aunt Connie were able to see my penis. The worst aspect was how Aunt Connie pointed out that I was a late bloomer which made it ok for Natalie to witness me get a bare bottom spanking, which was pretty directly saying that my genitals were not ‘impressive’ enough to be hidden from her regardless of how mortifying it was going to be for me. Such a shameful thing for a 13 year old boy on the cusp of puberty to experience.

[Jonjon2]

I'm a little curious as this seems to be you telling a true story rather than a fictional account? Whichever it is, I thoroughly enjoyed it and hope there will be some follow ups.

[dunbarbarian0]

I will admit there are parts of this memory that are embellished, but this story does depict an event that did actually happen. I suppose it was better suited for the true stories section, but I did make a deliberate emphasis on the ENM aspect of the punishment, as it was probably the most embarrassing experience of my life.

[NickTwisp]

Excellent story! Did you have any pubic hair? My own penis had started to grow somewhat at age 13 & had a small wisp of pubic hair. Real puberty did not really occur until after my 14th birthday.