My Son Got Spanked In the Living RoomThe other day, my son had been caught at school with a copy of a test, complete with all of the answers. He got away with a simple warning from the principle, but I had decided that he was going to get off that easy. On Sunday, I informed that he would be spanked naked in front of the family the next day after school. He complained about it, but I told that there was nothing he could do to prevent it from happening.
That day, his sister gave him a ride home, as always, and they entered the house. My daughter couldn't stop smiling as she made her to the living room and got ready for the show. I left the room and came back with my hairbrush two minutes later. My daughter was giggling as my son's face was already turning red.
"Why don't you get dressed as we wait for your father to come home," I said.
"But mom! I don't want to be naked for two more hours," he said.
"He's coming home early today! He just left, he'll be here in a half hour. Now takes off your clothes."
He knew there was no point in fighting anymore, so he removed his shirt, shoes, socks, and pants. Naturally, he hesitated before he removed his underwear, but after about five seconds, they were on the ground. His sister began to laugh and point as he attempted to cover his penis. I slapped his *** once and ordered him to put his hands behind his head and wait like that. As I lectured him, he soon developed an erection, which resulted in hysterical laughter from his sister.
After a half hour, his father arrived and the spanking began. My husband and daughter sat on the couch together, watching my naked son get spanked by my hair brush. His face and butt were bright red by the end and his sister couldn't stop laughing. My husband whispered something, which I couldn't hear, in my daughter's ear, which made her laugh even more. He smiled slightly, but tried to humiliate our son too much. It was still obvious that he thought it was funny though.
My son was forced to stay in the corner for a half hour with all of us watching, until I told him to return to the center of the room. I decided that a simple spanking wasn't enough this time, so I said to my daughter, "Would you like to spank him too?"
She didn't even answer. She just grabbed the hairbrush out of my hand and began spanking him furiously as she laughed. My husband and I sat together and began laughing hysterically. He then whispered in my ear, "Now I know why he doesn't have a girlfriend. That thing's tiny. Even erect, it's small." I laughed quite a bit after that.
Then my son started sobbing, so I said that was enough. I told him to return to the corner and we all stared at his dark red bottom and listened to his sobbing. Then my daughter whispered to me, "Dad said that Bryan's wiener is really small and that's why he doesn't have a girlfriend." I whispered back to her, "I know." We both laughed.