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Gary Steven
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Date Posted: 06:40:31 06/30/24 Sun
I can't say there was any particular person. But having my spankings witnessed was pretty bad in general, particularly as I got older. I guess seeing strangers watching and commenting about it was pretty bad for me.
There was one time my parents had a cookout I was seven. I got mad because the grownups wouldn't let me play volleyball with them instead of playing with the other kids. I sat sulking instead of playing. There was a foul and the ball bounced over by me. One of the guests asked me to throw him the ball. Instead, I intentionally kicked it into another yard. Mom excused herself from the game and took me by the hand into the house. There were several people in the house, including my teacher who was friends with my mother and who was and still is one of my favorite teachers. Mom chewed me out good for behaving like a little brat, which I was, and then for the first time told me she was going to pull my pants down and spank me "in front of God and Everybody." Then she pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles put me over her knee and gave me a long hard spanking. It was particularly embarrassing to be laying their getting my bare bottom spanked with other people standing and watching including my teacher. When mom let me up, I pulled up my pants and she made me sit at the table. She and my teacher who was pregnant with her first child talked about it after. She said she would probably discipline her children the same way.
Ironically that same teacher would be working as a substitute when I was in fifth grade. I had developed a crush on her. I ended up getting in trouble in class and she kept me after. She gave me the choice of taking a spanking from her or going to the office where I would probably be paddled. I chose to let her spank me. She made me bend over with my hands on a bench, then without a word, pulled my pants and underwear down just below my butt, put her arm around my waist and spanked my bare bottom by hand. It was the first time a teacher had ever spanked me bare. Fortunately we were the only ones in the room. At that point, after she spanked me, she pulled my pants back up and I was crying like a baby, more from the embarrassment of being spanked by my favorite teacher, than from the pain. We sat and talked about it for a few minutes while I calmed down and then she hugged me. Then she gave me a note to take home to mom. That of course led to another spanking at home.
So I guess, between the spanking mom gave me in front of her at seven, the spanking the teacher gave me at eleven resulting in a second spanking at home, I wouldn't say I particularly hated it, It was certainly the most memorable.
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