I found this story on the internet.This is exactly what happened to me many many times. In Front of Friends
From: Anonymous
I was often spanked as a young boy, but one of the worse I can remember was the day I had some friends over to play. That was a black day indeed.
We must have been up to some mischief anyway and my mother gave us a warning, especially me. But I did not hear her and with all the excitement, some damage was done - I think a pane of glass in the greenhouse was broken.
Anyway, I was the primary culprit and my mother insisted I get punished - in front of the three other kids! The other boys looked embarrassed to say the least, but secretly could not wait to see the punishment being inflicted on me. I on the other hand was bawling like a baby - even before a hand touched my little eleven year old bottom.
My mother told me to stop being such a baby as she undid the buttons on my grey shorts and began pulling them down. I was crying because the boys were there, not because of the spanking I was going to get.
My mother pulled down my underpants also and put me across her knee - my legs were kicking now. She smacked my bare backside with her hand ten times. I was sobbing even worse now as I got down off her knee.
My mother felt that my crying was overdramatic as she pulled my pants up and fastened them and that I was throwing a tantrum like a toddler. That was when she decided that I should be put to bed straight away. When I heard this, I was even worse. She dragged me upstairs to the bedroom, inviting the boys to come too. She always felt to increase shame that the punishment should be witnessed. And it was worse for me as two of the boys were younger than me, so I felt really babyish.
She went to the window and drew the curtains. I could not believe this - it was two o'clock in the afternoon and I was being put to bed.
Mum came over and instructed me to raise my arms. I did so hesitantly. She pulled off my jumper and then began to unbutton my shirt until that was off. I looked over at the boys who were thoroughly enjoying this. Now she sat me on the bed and began to untie the laces on my shoes and take them off. They were quickly followed by my grey socks. Next came the shorts and underpants.
My mother then put my pyjamas on me and pulled back the sheets and instructed me into bed. I was to stay there until she said so. I was still sobbing like a baby when she forced a big babies dummy into my mouth to keep me quiet. I slept for a while and was only allowed back up to the tea table in my pyjamas.
My mother had sent the boys home, but now she had the six year old girl, Pam, whom she used to babysit, in her care at the table too. Pam stared at me up and down for five minutes before asking mother why I was in my pyjamas and ready for bed so early. The answer was embarrassingly somewhere in the region of "naughty boy". I had to go straight back to bed for the evening after that - even before the other kid!
I had a friend who use to deliberately used to get me in trouble just so he could see me punished like this.I remember him watching with glee as mother spanked me and then put me into pyjamas and bed early.
I used to stay over at his house and his mother was a large lady and very strict. She always insisted me play very quietly. If we got noisy she would take a thick strap to our bare bottoms and then put us to bed for the afternoon. I suspected that David was noisy on purpose just so we would get punished, and so he could see me in tears and in my pyjamas early. He also knew that when my mother found out that she would also discipline me.
I found this story on the internet.This is exactly what happened to me many many times.
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From: Anonymous
I was often spanked as a young boy, but one of the worse I can remember was the day I had some friends over to play. That was a black day indeed.
We must have been up to some mischief anyway and my mother gave us a warning, especially me. But I did not hear her and with all the excitement, some damage was done - I think a pane of glass in the greenhouse was broken.
Anyway, I was the primary culprit and my mother insisted I get punished - in front of the three other kids! The other boys looked embarrassed to say the least, but secretly could not wait to see the punishment being inflicted on me. I on the other hand was bawling like a baby - even before a hand touched my little eleven year old bottom.
My mother told me to stop being such a baby as she undid the buttons on my grey shorts and began pulling them down. I was crying because the boys were there, not because of the spanking I was going to get.
My mother pulled down my underpants also and put me across her knee - my legs were kicking now. She smacked my bare backside with her hand ten times. I was sobbing even worse now as I got down off her knee.
My mother felt that my crying was overdramatic as she pulled my pants up and fastened them and that I was throwing a tantrum like a toddler. That was when she decided that I should be put to bed straight away. When I heard this, I was even worse. She dragged me upstairs to the bedroom, inviting the boys to come too. She always felt to increase shame that the punishment should be witnessed. And it was worse for me as two of the boys were younger than me, so I felt really babyish.
She went to the window and drew the curtains. I could not believe this - it was two o'clock in the afternoon and I was being put to bed.
Mum came over and instructed me to raise my arms. I did so hesitantly. She pulled off my jumper and then began to unbutton my shirt until that was off. I looked over at the boys who were thoroughly enjoying this. Now she sat me on the bed and began to untie the laces on my shoes and take them off. They were quickly followed by my grey socks. Next came the shorts and underpants.
My mother then put my pyjamas on me and pulled back the sheets and instructed me into bed. I was to stay there until she said so. I was still sobbing like a baby when she forced a big babies dummy into my mouth to keep me quiet. I slept for a while and was only allowed back up to the tea table in my pyjamas.
My mother had sent the boys home, but now she had the six year old girl, Pam, whom she used to babysit, in her care at the table too. Pam stared at me up and down for five minutes before asking mother why I was in my pyjamas and ready for bed so early. The answer was embarrassingly somewhere in the region of "naughty boy". I had to go straight back to bed for the evening after that - even before the other kid!
A suitable discipline for the offense...What if he was not guilty of the crime? How would he have felt??
ReplyDeleteI had a friend who use to deliberately used to get me in trouble just so he could see me punished like this.I remember him watching with glee as mother spanked me and then put me into pyjamas and bed early.
ReplyDeleteI used to stay over at his house and his mother was a large lady and very strict. She always insisted me play very quietly. If we got noisy she would take a thick strap to our bare bottoms and then put us to bed for the afternoon. I suspected that David was noisy on purpose just so we would get punished, and so he could see me in tears and in my pyjamas early. He also knew that when my mother found out that she would also discipline me.
ReplyDeleteIf only this were a real magazine. I would sign up for a copy immediately!!!
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I have a bed time schedule for boys.
DeleteThen why don't you tell us the detail of your schedule?
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