u/SeaTomato22

During college break this year, I received a lot of spankings from my parents. They tell me that my punishments are only meant to embarrass me, not to make me feel weird in any way. But if that's true, why do they go so far to the point I get wet?

Yestersay, daddy came to my room to punish me for my backtalk. He locked the door behind him and told me to strip fully and fold my clothes. I did as I was told and got really wet because daddy is a big strong man and being nude in front of him made me feel really small. I then received an hour long lecture on my behavior during which I sat on the floor naked.

After that, I was bent over his knee for a spanking. He told me to make sure my hands and feet didn't touch the floor during the spanking. I received 20 swats on my naked behind. The whole time I was squirming, screaming, and kicking because it really hurt. But I was so wet that by time we reached the last few swats, I was visibly leaking. I'm pretty sure daddy noticed. Anyone would have noticed. But for some reason, daddy didn't say anything. I wonder why that is.

My younger stepbrother had been driving me absolutely crazy all afternoon. I had invited my best friend Sarah over to study but literally every five minutes, my annoying dipshit brother would find a new way to interrupt us. He said he was "pranking" us.

After an hour of his stupid pranks, I had enough. I wanted to make him feel ashamed of what he did. He's not a kid after all.

Luckily I knew his secret. He'd been lying to our dad about his math test scores. He'd told him he aced his last exam when in reality, he'd barely passed with a C-. I had found the crumpled test in the trash last week.

So I used that to get him to do what I wanted.

"Mark," I called sweetly, "could you come here for a second?"

"I was just wondering how that math test went," I said. "The one you told Mom and Dad you aced?"

Sarah looked between us with interest. My stepbrother quietly responded, "I... I did fine."

"Really?" I pulled out my phone where I'd snapped a photo of the test before throwing it away. "Because this says otherwise."

His eyes visibly widened in panic. "You wouldn't."

"Maybe not, if you're willing to make it up to us," I said. "For embarrassing me in front of my friend and ruining my study session."

"What do you want?" he asked.

I exchanged a glance with Sarah. "Show us what underwear you're wearing."

Mark's face turned bright red. "What? No way!"

"Either that or I send this picture to Mom and Dad right now," I threatened.

He hesitated, then reluctantly lifted his shirt just enough to give us a quick glimpse before dropping it back down.

"Not good enough," I said. "We need a clear look. Don't we, Sarah?"

"Oh definitely," Sarah agreed, clearly enjoying this.

"Strip down to your underwear. Right now," I ordered.

"Huh? What? Fine," he grumbled. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Then came his jeans, which he unbuttoned with shaking hands before letting them pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them, then sat down to remove his socks.

Now he stood before us in just his underwear. A ridiculous pair of blue boxers covered in cartoon superheroes.

Sarah and I burst out laughing. "Oh my god, are those Avengers?" I managed to say between giggles.

His shoulders slumped in defeat. "Are we done now?"

"Not quite," I said. "We want a closer look."

He was horrified. "What do you mean?"

"I mean take them off," I said with a smirk. "And place them right here in front of us."

"You want me to what?" he practically shouted. "No way! I'm not getting naked in front of you two!"

"Either the boxers come off, or Mom and Dad find out about your test scores," I said coldly. "Your choice."

He stood there for what felt like forever. Finally, with shaking hands, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down, stepping out of them quickly.

He stood there completely naked, as Sarah and I stared, then burst into another fit of laughter.

"Oh my god," I gasped, wiping tears from my eyes. "I can't believe you actually did it!"

To our utter astonishment, his body responded with a mind of its own. Despite his obvious mortification, he began to harden right before our eyes. And what we saw was a naked boy unable to hide his erection.

Sarah and I both stopped laughing instantly. "Whoa," she breathed. Her eyes were full with genuine shock. I just stared, speechless. This was so far beyond what we expected.

His face was so red I thought he might pass out. He snatched his jeans and practically ran from the room, leaving his boxers on the floor where he'd dropped them. We joked about the moment for a while, then went back to studying.

Which brings us to now. I'll be honest, I have started to worry a little bit. My stepbrother had been so humiliated. What if he decides to tell our dad what happened? Even if it means revealing his lie about the test scores, would the satisfaction of getting me in trouble be worth it?

I should mention that I genuinely didn't mean any harm. I just thought he deserved a bit of embarrassment for annoying us when we were busy doing something so important. If he tells on me, I am sure to face severe punishment. But will he? What would you guys do if you were in his shoes? What punishment do you think I'll face if he does tell on me?

Mine is family discipline.

To be clear though, I do not like incest. I don't fantasize about my actual family at all.

But I do fantasize about being in a fictional household where discipline equals total humiliation. I could fantasize about being punished in front of strangers, but it doesn't hit the same. With family, there's history. Having to see them at breakfast the next day after a punishment knowing they'll remember. The unspoken hierarchy between siblings. The shame.

There's also the powerlessness. If a teacher tried giving me a naked punishment for example, I'd probably run and tell my parents. But when it's my parents ordering me to strip, I have nowhere to run. No one to appeal to. I just have to obey, bare myself completely, and take whatever comes at me while the entire house watches.

If no, what's your favourite form of discipline outside of spanking?

At my household, punishments are treated like important family events that require proper scheduling. When I misbehave, my parents don't punish me right away. Instead, they wait until the entire household is available to witness my correction. This often means waiting days to resolve clashes in our schedules, sometimes longer if guests are supposed to arrive because of an upcoming holiday.

When the designated time arrives, everyone gathers in our living room - my brothers, sisters, parents, and any guests staying with us including aunts, uncles, cousins, family friends, etc. They form a circle around me and I have to stand in the center. I am ordered to strip completely naked in front of everyone. I have to remove my shoes and socks first, then my blouse and bra, and lastly my pants and panties. I am left as the only one naked, everyone else gets to dress modestly.

Next I have to explain my transgression to the entire audience. For this, I have to stand with my legs spread and hands behind my head. I also have to answer any question that is asked, including questions completely irrelevant to my transgression eg. "how often do you shave?", "why are you so wet?", etc.

Finally, I get spanked. I have to position myself on all fours with my backside prominently lifted. If my transgression involved bullying someone, that person gets to sit directly behind my exposed butt. The spanking itself has no predetermined number of swats. It continues until my bottom is thoroughly reddened and throbbing with heat. Usually a bare hand is used, but a wooden paddle can also be employed if my offense was particularly severe. I have to count each hit and if I flinch or cry out too loudly, the count starts over.

When the spanking ends, I have to stand in the living room corner on my tiptoes with my red butt on display. I usually have to remain like this for at least thirty minutes while everyone else resumes their normal activities. This time is spent deeply reflecting on my wrongdoing so I can present a heartfealt apology afterwards.

After the cornertime ends, I have to turn around and apologize to everyone one by one. I must look each person directly in the eyes while explaining why I'm sorry. Depending on how sincere my apology is judged to be, I receive different decisions. If my apology meets their standards of sincerity, I'm finally allowed to dress and rejoin the family. If my apology is deemed inadequate or insincere, I face additional consequences such as performing extra chores while still naked.

This system has worked really well for my family so far. If anyone has suggestions for making these sessions even more effective, feel free to leave them below for my mom to read.