Teen ShameI've posted before about being a girl raised by strict religious parents and shared some of my spanking memories. Recently I found out my 15-yr-old niece had been spanked by my sister and I asked my sis how she did it. She described spanking her daughter pretty much just like we got growing up - otk hairbrush - but she said she let her girl keep her panties up because it was in front of her father and younger brother.
Over a couple glasses of wine, Sis and I recalled how we got spanked and I I told her I agreed with her decision to spank her daughter on the panties as I still get embarrassed at memories of some of my humiliating bare bottomed spankings, especially those I got in front of people. And my Sis agreed as she got her share also.
I am naturally shy (believe it or not :-) and our church preached modesty - especially for girls. But all that went out the window when it was spanking time. As a young girl, I was mostly concerned with how much my behind was gonna sting but the older I got the more shameful the whole "panties down routine" became.
Our parents considered our embarrassment as "part of being punished" and Mother especially could make a spanking quite shameful as she also believed spanking us in front of people - all relatives, family friends etc - was a good lesson for us and made her church friends/our Pastor respect her as a parent.
I still blush and feel queasy recalling how Mother would bare my bottom and once I was into puberty I felt overwhelming shame whenever witnesses were around to see me get spanked like that. Mother had a few ways to bare us, but mostly she liked to do it herself.
Daddy sometimes just yanked my jeans/panties down quickly, or told me to "drop 'em" while he took his belt off, but Mother would make me stand in the middle of the room with my hands on my head and if I was wearing a skirt she would unzip/unbutton it and take it off me. If I was wearing jeans I had to take off my shoes and take my own pants off.
She then did some sort of question/answer thing where I had to admit what I did wrong and say that I deserved to be spanked. I hated this part because it just added to my shame to be standing in just my panties below my waist and I had to even say the word "spanking" - but mostly I was hyper aware that I was about to have my panties pulled down in front of everybody :-(
Like the time I was 13 and got spanked at my Aunt's house. My Aunt, Uncle and younger girl cousin watched Mother remove my skirt and make me admit I needed a good spanking.
I closed my eyes when I felt Mother's fingers touch my panties. I was blushing bright red and began moaning, "No mommy please don't" as I felt my white cotton panties slide off my bare bottom and slip down down down to my ankles, my puffy in front popping into full view.
Rarely, she left my underpants at my ankles, mostly I had to step out of them like I did that day.
It was all I could do to keep my hands on my head as I desperately wanted to cover my front parts! I was painfully aware that I was "displaying" my new puberty-patch of front hair as well as my plump bare buns - which were itching in fear.
I could "feel" all those eyes on my half-naked body and I couldn't help glancing around the room, shivering as I saw slight smiles on the adults' faces while my cousin gaped.
If only Mother had yanked me over and spanked - but much worse was to come as once I was bare below my belly button Mother would give the final scolding and pronounce punishment. Usually this meant a short hand spanking followed by a long hairbrush or spoon paddling.
As a young teen, I'd often be begging, weeping, pleading, dancing in place, in a panic. As I got older, the deep shame of being exposed actually got worse but I learned to take being bared without whining because it only made me feel even more embarrassed to act like a scared little girl in front of people.
Obviously, Mother wanted to prolong my bitter shame as she would most always send me to "fetch" the wooden spoon from the kitchen or the wooden hairbrush from her bedroom. Even when I had to wait a long time before being spanked, Mother never brought the implement herself - always made me bring it to her.
This meant, that time at my Aunt's house, I had to walk to their kitchen and find a wooden spoon.
There I was, 13-yrs-old, walking around pantyless as people watched my wiggling buns leaving and front parts when I returned, sobbing, pleading, dreading the "show" I was about to put on for them when I got spanked.
Of course, my initial shame at people seeing my privates should have been even worse when I was across Mother's lap, screaming and kicking under the stinging spoon. I knew, from seeing my sister (and others) spanked how much I was "showing" as my legs spread and waved wildly against the hot burn - but, honestly, after only six HARD swats I would only care about the fire building in my fanny and I'd forget who was watching as I broke down and howled thru a long bare bottomed rump roasting.
Until I ended up dancing...which is another topic!
My sister and I got it like this often and all thru high school. And as we sat sipping Chablis we commiserated about how our humiliation increased the older we got. "Just think about all the people who saw our front fur!" Sis shook her head as we both remembered many panties-down episodes in front of people.
Sis said she thought getting it in front of boy cousins was the worst but I reminded her of all the times we got spankings in front of babysitters. Very embarrassing to be bare bottom spanked at 14 in front of an 18-yr-old girl from our church!
Silent for a bit, we were both a little giddy from the wine when, in unison, we said, "The Pastor!" We actually giggled at the coincidence but quickly turned serious as we both were recalling the same spanking episode. As young girls were were often spanked in front of our Church Pastor - always extra embarrassing, especially when his wife was there to see, but that tapered off over the years.
Until the time I was 17 and my sister 15 when the Pastor and his wife "babysat" us for a weekend so our parents could get away for some private time.
We weren't much worried, it was usually fun at their house, but we SHOULD have been worried because we ended up being caught sneaking a cigarette my sister had brought.
Not easy to believe girls our ages still got spankings but our Church was devout and "smoking" was a sin so the whole next day Sis and I dreaded our parents coming to pick us up. To make matters worse, the Pastor had an exchange student from Germany staying with him.
Dred was 20 yrs old and he was cute and I'd flirted with him and now I was petrified that I may be in for another "public" spanking, one I'd (obviously) never forget!
Sure enough, when my parents heard about our smoking it turned into a "whole family in the living room" type discipline. That meant Dred and the Pastor and his wife were sitting there when Sis and I got called in. I recall I was praying for a quick Daddy "drop your pants" belt whipping (we knew we were getting belt whipped) but, horribly, Mother took over the proceedings :-(
Sis and I remembered we'd both worn skirts, hoping against hope they would just life our skirts but at least we wouldn't have to take our pants off.
Mother was quite upset and scolding us sternly as she unzipped and removed our skirts and suddenly I was 13-yrs-old again, just a naughty girl about to be bared and spanked no matter who was watching. But this time I was 17! Almost a grown woman! Standing in my panties and top in front of the Pastor, his smirking wife (I always had the feeling she enjoyed seeing us spanked) and a shocked young man.
"At least you got it first," I complained to my Sis and she agreed that as bad as it was for her to be belt whipped by Dad in front of all those people it was worse for me because I had to stand there, hands on head, watching and hearing poor Sis whipped to screaming, knowing I was next and also watching everyone staring at my sister's kicking crying shameful spanking.
And it was much worse for me as Mom took her time lecturing us and then she pulled my sister's panties down to her ankles before moving to me and slipping my underpants down the same. And as Sis and I stood there, our full, fluffy teen bushes on display, we had to "admit" we deserved a belt whipping (we did) while Dad took his belt off and doubled it.
So I was standing there while Sis got whipped with my thick brown curly bush poking out and I could see Dred and the Pastor shift their eyes from my sister's wiggling whipped butt to my front patch which I was helpless to cover.
I could see my sister pretty much from behind, near Dred, so I could see her furry private parts gaping as she kicked and waved her legs and I knew that's the view of MY secret spot Dred would soon be seeing when I had my turn howling and bucking under the burning belt across my bare bottom and thighs.
Sis and I shared a moment of silence, and an ironic toast, to our unforgettable bare bottomed witnessed teenaged spankings.