User: adamkessler2

When I was in middle school, there was a very pretty girl I had a huge crush on. One day, towards the end of the semester, she wore a mid-thigh level skirt of loose, flowing fabric. It was really memorable because she never worse skirts or dresses.

As a teenage boy at the time, I'm sure it surprises no one that I spent every chance I had that day taking a look at her beautiful legs. It's not that she was a prude or dressed overly conservative; she did wear shorts and tight jeans all the time. It's just that a skirt was so noteworthy because I had always noticed she never wore one, yet always wished she would.

At recess that day, she decided to play four square -- which she also never did. She wasn't a tom-boy at all, and we rarely had girls play. Now for people not familiar with four square, the object is to keep getting people in the square ahead out until you reach the serving square. As she was a pretty girl amongst a bunch of boys, no one played hard against her and she made it to the server.

I was in the #2 square at the time. On one serve, the motion of her arm flipped up the front of her skirt. I'll never, ever forget the pink panties she was wearing. But it didn't flip just momentarily. It got caught in the breeze and the whole skirt, front and back was blown up for several seconds. She was flailing her arms around trying to get it under control. It looked like when someone gets an umbrella blown inside-out and struggles to invert it. I got a nice lengthy look and was beyond overjoyed -- taking in her lovely thighs, the shape of her hips, and of course her pretty pink panties. And I never stopped being obsessed with getting to look up girls' skirts ever since.

I have no idea what got into her that day to both wear a skirt she never wore before, and play a playground game she never played before either. I thank my lucky stars she did though, and that I was there to see it.

I think that because you pick girlish and naughty reasons to get spanked, I would apply a strict spanking that would engage every thought you ever had about feeling as though you're a naughty girl.

Firstly, the thongs and twerking end now. And when I say "end," I mean you will be surrendering your thong. Your spanking is going to be on your bare bottom, but you know good and well you deserve that. I will pull out an armless chair, stand you in front of me, and order you to strip your pants, fold them neatly, and set them aside. Then I will reach out and pull your thong all the way down. You will lift one ankle and then the other as I confiscate your thong.

Later, you will need to return to proper, modest panties, but not right now. You will be totally exposed from the waist down for your punishment. I will pull you across my lap. How does your behind feel now? Your buns are exposed to the pain that is about to come. You're bent in a way that you can feel the ambient air of the room in your private places. You don't feel much like twerking now that you know I can see everything.

As I began to spank, you will be shocked at the sting. You've, no doubt, had many hand spankings before, but not like this. I spank hard and with a greatly unpredictable pace. You will quickly lose count and lose focus on much of anything but your burning red butt.

When I think you've had enough for the moment, I will stand you up and walk you to the corner. Remember that thong you were wearing? You're going to have a good opportunity to think about about it because you will be doing your cornertime with your forehead against the wall, holding that thong up, staring right at it the whole time. Don't even ask what will happen if you let it fall, you don't want to know.

15 minutes pass, and I will return, retrieve your thong (remember, it's not yours anymore), and walk you back to the chair. Upon turning you around, you will be sure to notice the wooden paddle I am holding. You are now going to receive a harsh and humiliating paddling. I will turn the chair around and bend you over the tall-side of the back. You will need to spread your feet apart to meet the legs of the chair and grip the front of the chair's seat. Think about how exposed you are bent over like that. Do you feel like twerking now that your butt is bright red and your legs are spread apart exposing you completely? No? Well too bad.

You are going to twerk in front of me for 30 seconds. If you can do this without objecting, without backtalk, without stopping to cry, I will only swat you 10 times. If you cannot, it will be 30.

Good, I'm glad you were able to make it the full 30 seconds. That was embarrassing wasn't it? It didn't feel like the "fun kind of naughty" this time, did it? Now stay in position. This will be a school-style paddling, and I will be reaching back to get a full swing on all 10.

I expect you'll scream out in pain on each swat. I will pause between each one to make sure you experience the full impact. As I deliver the 10th paddle swat right on your sit-spot, I will have some mercy and not inflict any penalty if you jump up to grab your bruised buns.

Take your time to rub, jump around, cry, whatever you need. When you're ready to talk, I want to tell you that you're a good girl and took your punishment bravely. Even good girls do naughty things sometimes, and that's why I had to spank you so hard. Now, let's go upstairs and get you dressed again in some panties that aren't so naughty. That should set you straight for at least a while. You know that if you find yourself in a thong or twerking again you're just going to find yourself bared and spanked again.

I had a cousin who was about 5 years older than me. As a kid, I had a little bit of a crush on her. She looked so much more grown up than girls my age. Relative or not, as a 12-year-old boy, it was hard not to notice her 17-year-old body. And like a lot of teen girls, she dressed to show it off. Of course, she was only interested in showing it off to 17-year-old boys, not me.

She always had kind of a snotty attitude towards me. Now I get that most older teen girls couldn't care less about hanging out with a younger kid, but she was downright nasty to me sometimes. For example, one time at a family gathering, she loudly complained to her mom that she didn't want to be there, she didn't want to sit next to me, and so on.

It would have been so perfect if her mom had gotten fed up and given her a spanking right in front of me. Or even have let me "help" spank her.

This was the 80s, so imagine the most stereotypical 80s MTV girl. She was wearing an acid-wash denim miniskirt with white tights and some neon-color odd-patterned shirt. Her mom should have made her take her skirt totally off. I can picture her standing there with just her tights on -- they weren't totally opaque so any color panties would have shown through. I always imagined she'd have some crazy neon style panties just like her shirt. Then the real treat would be to see those tights and panties pulled down as she has to go over my aunt's lap.

Thanks for sharing.

Sounds like that worked out for the best. It's hard to imagine a 16 year old having the nerve to just come right out and literally ask for a spanking. You're lucky that your mom understood that glancing at the paddle was expressing something you knew you needed.

There was a spanking that happened, not at school but because of it that I always thought was very unfair.

This was in fifth grade, so we all were about 11 or 12 I think. One day at recess, for some reason I don't recall, everyone was really into hearing about gossip and rumors. I think it started with just some silly thing that kids always gossip about, some girl liking some boy or whatever. But this particular day, the rumor-mill just ignited. For the whole recess, everyone had pretty much abandoned the usual foursquare and swings to cluster up into little groups of 5-10 people and spill every secret they knew. It was like the new currency of popularity was who had the most gossip.

One girl, Lisa, got way more excited about the whole thing than everyone and was running from group to group, getting all the latest. She was like a bee buzzing around the playground. She wasn't doing anything worse than the rest of us, but she was certainly more noticeable.

The teachers monitoring the recess got fed up with the whole thing and went around dispersing the groups and, after giving a brief lecture, sending us into the gym. That was the usual collective punishment they'd use, ending recess early and making us just sit in the gym until the next class. So, a pretty minor punishment, right? Basically nothing happened to us.

Except Lisa. The teachers singled her out, I guess because they accused her of "spreading" the gossip, and sent her to the office. I don't know how it is now, but that was a big deal to be sent to the office then -- you were really in trouble and they'd call your parents.

The next day at recess, things were back to normal. On the playground, there was a small covered area were the restrooms and water fountain were. It was a short hallway, but didn't actually go inside. At the entrance to the hall was a small room, not quite an office, but it was were some of the teachers monitoring recess would sit.

I had to go to the bathroom, so I did, walking past the room and seeing the normal recess monitors there. It was usually one teacher and one gym coach. Not always the same people, but it was the same teacher that day. On the way out, I stopped at the fountain and could overhear them talking.

This exchange is paraphrased from memory.

Teacher: Well, I'll tell you one thing, that Lisa won't be sitting too comfortably today. Coach: Oh, is that so? T: That's right. I told her mother all about her daughter's little escapades yesterday. C: I'd certainly hope you did. T: She was none too pleased. She said the instant Lisa got home, she'd be across her knees. C: Well, I for one, am glad. She could use a good spanking Both: laughter

It was shocking to overhear something so private. And yet, they were just laughing it up.

I never thought it was fair. She didn't really do anything the rest of us weren't already doing. And in any case, it was hardly so bad that she deserved a spanking. I wonder if her mom was just really strict, or if there was a hard rule that trouble at school = spanking no matter what.

I also couldn't help but imagine the scene at her house that day. Was it really like they said, that the second she walked in the door her mom was there waiting to spank her? I remember she was wearing white shorts that day. I really couldn't help but imagine her mom pulling Lisa's shorts and panties down before taking her across her knee to begin the spanking (hey, I was a 12 year old boy, I couldn't help myself). Being so strict, I always kind of thought her mom probably had a dedicated spanking implement.

It's conflicting. Even then. On the one hand, it was titillating to picture Lisa's bare behind getting spanked, to see her the next day and look at her clothed behind and imagine how red it was underneath. But I also felt really badly for her getting punished so severely when the rest of us weren't. And I felt badly that I knew this embarrassing secret about her. I never told anyone because I was sure it would be humiliating. It was not so titillating to picture her sitting alone crying from the pain.