I Made My Child Stand In The Corner

When I was a teenager, I lived with my stepdad, he was my mom's ex-husband and my sister's father and he'd allowed me to live with him so I wouldn't have to move to another state when my mom moved. He'd been in my life since I was six and had always been much stricter than my mom and that didn't change, I still got my bottom whipped with the belt or the strap that was kept on my dresser pretty regularly when I deserved it. He remarried about a year after that and I hated my new step mom, she was super religious and strict and it was made worse by the fact that he started traveling a lot for business leaving me alone with her for several days at a time. Typically, she would just tell on me and he would discipline me when he returned home and she would taunt me with it, "Your dad is going to blister that little butt when he gets home...You aren't going to sit for a week when your dad gets done with you." Too be fair, I always had it coming but she was still a witch. lol But then one time, he was gone for about a week and I had a half day at school. I was 15 and I had my first boyfriend and we planned how he was going to come over in the afternoon bc daddy was gone and she was going to be at work. Normally, i wasn't allowed to have my door closed when he came over. But we had the house to ourselves so we shut the door and of course we started making out. We got carried away as only teenagers can, and eventually I allowed him to push my shirt up and play with my bare breasts. It was the first time I'd gone that far with a boy and the sensation of his hands and mouth on my bare nipples was so overwhelming and arousing. For a long time the only sound in the room was my helpless whimpers and the wet sucking sound of his mouth on my tits. Unfortunately, with the door shut I didn't hear her pull into the driveway. I didn't hear her until the door of my room burst open and I was caught laying there with my hair a mess, my shirt and bra up and my bare nipples puffy and swollen. I was mortified! "YOU DON'T MOVE!" she yelled at me, "And you get out of here young man, I'll be talking to your mother later!" He ran out and I heard the front door slam while she just stood there and stared at me. I tried to pull my top down and she reached over and slapped my hand. "You stay just like that!" she demanded. I was so embarrassed I started crying. "Get up, we are calling your father right now and don't even think about touching that shirt! You clearly wanted it up like that and that is how it's going to stay!" She marched me into the living room and sat me down on the ottoman and made me call him on the home phone. She took the phone when he answered, "Well your daughter has something to tell you, I hope you are sitting down." she said. I burst into a fresh round of sobs as she handed me the phone and made me tell him, in excruciating detail exactly how she had found me. "I'm so disappointed in you, honey." he said and I could hear it in his voice, "I'm sorry daddy, I'm so sorry!" I cried. "Normally, I would deal with this when I get home and I will, but I also think this is serious enough that you need to be disciplined immediately. I want you to hand the phone to Debbie and go to your room and get your strap from your dresser, then come back and give it to her." "Please Daddy! Noooo!" Tears were streaming down my face and I was a little panicked, I knew she had been waiting for this moment as she had always thought he was too lenient. His voice got stern, "Do not make me tell you again!" I threw the phone on the couch and ran to my room, so upset at the thought of getting spanked by her I didn't even care that my breasts were naked and bouncing up and down. I spent a moment crying pitifully in my room before picking up the strap and slowly walking back to the living room. I handed it to her without looking at her smug face and took the phone from her. "Hi daddy" I whispered through my tears. "Hi honey, did you do what you were told?", "Yes sir...". "Good. Now Debbie is going to whip your bottom with the strap while I stay on the phone, is that understood?" "ye..yes..sir" fresh tears... "I want you to bend over the arm of the sofa, and you're to take your jeans down like daddy makes you do, understood?" "Yes sir." I walked over to the sofa, crying as I lowered my jeans to mid thigh and laying myself over the high, hard arm of the sofa in the formal living room. Usually I got spanked over my bed but the phone wouldn't reach that far. The arm of the sofa had absolutely no give, unlike the pillow i was usually bent over and I knew it was going to be worse. I laid the phone on the cushion next to me and braced myself. Debbie had the strap by the handle and was slapping the 3inch wide leather against her leg softly. She moved behind me and began without warning the first crack landed against my thin panties. I swear it was harder than daddy swung it. The second and third landed and by then the burn from the first stroke had set in and I was sobbing again although...I did notice that with each impact, my nipples would rub against the fabric as my body lurched forward and it would make them tingle...after about ten strokes I was hopeful that maybe I'd not have to take my panties down but just as the thought occurred to me she stopped and ordered me to do just that. I was squirming a little trying to ease the burn as I reached back to take them down, and I could hear myself whimpering that i was sorry and begging not to get it on the bare even though I knew it was futile. "Move your hands!" she barked. I did and almost immediately she started again. The crack of the belt on my bare bottom was deafening and I was bawling in earnest as she continued to spank me. She whipped my bare little ass for about another five minutes while I sobbed and begged. I'd forgotten even that my dad was listening until she finally stopped and picked up the phone. "Well if she wasn't sorry, she is now." I heard her say as she chuckled softly. I was feeling too sorry for myself in that moment to even glare at her, my butt was absolutely on fire! I knew better than to reach back and rub it but my thighs were squirming and twitching like crazy. "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow." and the then the click of the phone being put back in the cradle. I continued crying into the cushion until she walked back over to me and gripped my arm, standing me back up facing her. "Look at me, Sarah." I reluctantly looked her in the eye, only now did i remember my breasts were still exposed and that my privates were also exposed to her as my jeans and panties were still around my thighs, if my face wasn't already red and flushed it would have been all over again. "You get in that corner with your hands over your head. If i see you tough that bottom or move that shirt I am going to put you right back over that sofa, is that clear?". "Yes." I said sullenly. Her response was lightening fast, I was face down over the ottoman with that awful strap raining down on my sore bottom before I even knew what was happening. I got about twenty more in rapid succession that had me wailing again and my butt hurt so bad i almost couldn't stand up straight as she ordered me to immediately after. "Yes, what? Young lady!" "Yes Ma'am!" I sobbed, without a trace of disrespect this time! "Get in the corner!" I shuffled over too the corner, where I was made to stand for an hour (She set a timer), that felt like an eternity. After that she made me pull my jeans and panties back up over my poor bottom, but I spent the rest of the evening finishing my chores and homework, and eating dinner with my breasts exposed just like she'd found me, right up until I changed and went to bed. I got my bare butt whipped again when my dad got home a week later, and then we had a family meeting with our pastor where I had to tell him what I'd done and what the consequences had been which was absolutely humiliating and he recommended that they needed to be very strict with my discipline. Ugh. Which didn't stop me from making out with my boyfriend at all, or letting him suck my breasts, but we were sure a lot more careful!

that's a fair way to help a kid get their emotions under control and consider their behavior.

but i see you spank, and i think that's barbaric.

in a way, my wife still practices "corner time", by not talking to me. It gives me time to think about what I did.;)

Do you spank?.

Oh I use corner time with the younger kid's. Also ground with the older kid's. Closer they are to 12 I start to use grounding more often

What is the appropriate time to stay in the corner for ages 12 to 16?

Can be a very effective tools among the parenting tools.

Corner time is very effective

I had no appreciation for "enforcement" of parking rules. Until I tried to figure out an alternative that would keep employees of businesses from hogging the customer parking spots.

i never used corner time. I spanked in there rooms and they stayed there until i said they could come out

Ugh poor boy ,Isn't other way to let him be a good boy😕