Spanked by my little sisters former babysitter
This is a memory. Not sure if it is allowed. This happened to me in the mid 1990's.
When I was 15, I got the single most humiliating spanking of my life.
My little sister, we will call her K, was a hellion. She was the kid that made teachers cry when they found out she was in their elementary and middle school class.
When my sister K was In 4th grade, my mother was desperate for a babysitter for her, and one of our neighbors volunteered her son. We will call him B. B is about a year older than me, 3 years older than K. We went to the same school and while we got along, we were not the same crowd. I was a cheerleader, B was not that crowd.
Anyways, we expected a disaster, especially as B was a white boy and we are black. But the two of them hit it off. K didn't get in any trouble and even did her homework and cleaned her room for B. K latched on to B hard, and B was really good to her. I know my mom couldn't pay him like half the time, but he still took K out for ice cream and to do activities and things. I know he spent his own money to do that, we didn't have money for those kinds of things.
So B babysat K regularly right through the end of Middle school and over the summer. B didn't spank K often, but he would do it when my mother told him to and I think a few times when K went a little too far. He wasn't a big believer in spanking, he was more of a "nose in the corner" type, but when he did it, he believed that when you take on a job, you do it right. K once told me his spankings hurt more than Mom's, way more than any other babysitter, and that because of that, and because he would make her stand in the corner afterward, K really didn't want spankings from him. She also didn't like the formal way she spanked her. Mom was a grab-and-spank until her arm was tired person. B had rules K had to follow when she got spanked). I saw him spank her a few times on moms order for things K got in trouble for at school. I didn't believe her at the time about spanking harder than mom, but I understood what she meant about the formal thing! B really didn't let K get away with anything, but he was kind to her and did things with her. He wasn't really punitive towards her naturally, he would mostly explain things to her in a soft way and she seemed to learn from him that way. K loved him as her babysitter (the only babysitter she ever loved), even when he had to spank her.
When K went to High School, we figured she didn't need a babysitter and could stay home alone with me after school until our mom got home from work. (single mom, worked as a nurse). We were supposed to call mom at predetermined times to check-in and we were to answer the phone immediately when it rang. This went really well for the first few weeks of September.
The third Friday of September, I guess I accidentally left the phone off the hook. Not only that, but we missed both the 4pm and 5:30pm scheduled check-ins. At 6pm, B used his key to our house and came in, demanding to know what was going on. We were both just doing our homework. B found the kitchen phone off the hook. He hung it up, and then called my mom to tell her we were OK.
B put mom on speakerphone so we could all hear. Mom was absolutely pissed! She told B to spank us both. I was in shock! No one but my mom and extended family had ever spanked me, let alone someone that was barely a year older than me! Then B asked, on a scale of 1-10, 1 being a light spanking over jeans, 5 being a medium spanking over underwear, and 10 being a hard spanking on the bare, how angry was she. Mom said on that scale, she is at about a 20. B said he would take care of it.
B hung the portable phone back up in the kitchen and came out carrying a wooden breadboard. He told us that we were both getting the spanking our mother ordered, and ordered us to get undressed and stand with our noses to the wall and our hands on our heads. K didn't hesitate in getting undressed and standing on the wall like he wanted. I, however, wasn't about to get undressed in front of B! I was a cheerleader, a social status above B! I told B that. But B was bigger and stronger than me. While I tried to resist, he had me over his knee before I knew what happened! Then came the most excruciating sting as he hit my ass much harder than I had ever been whacked before! He didn't stop at one, either. He kept going until I was balling and promising to do whatever he wanted. This was much worse than any spanking my mom had ever given me! When he finally stopped, B told me that when he let me up, I was to strip and stand on the wall as I was told to. I protested that I had already been spanked. B said this was for my disobedience, the real punishment hadn't even begun yet!
Then he made me tell him what I was going to do when I got up. I said I would get up and stand on the wall (I still didn't want to get undressed in front of him). Holy hell did that breadboard hurt when he whacked my rear half a dozen more times! Then he told me to try again. This time I said I would get undressed. Then B told me that while I am being punished, he expected absolute obedience and that I would get extras if I did anything to resist. He asked if I understood. I was so angry, I just gritted my teeth at that. Then came 3 more hard and fast whacks with that breadboard, and through gritted teeth, I said that I understood.
B let me up and made me get completely undressed and put my hands on my head. No boy outside my extended family had ever seen me naked! And he was enjoying looking at my naked body! He never enjoyed looking at K's body, but I was more developed than K, as we were only 11 months apart in age. This was now the most humiliating experience of my young life! Then he made me go stand on the wall next to my sister.
We both got tanned several times that night. He tanned us each with that breadboard, he bent us over a chair and tanned us with his leather belt, and he tanned us both with a switch! After that, he made us scrub the garage floor with toothbrushes! He wouldn't even let us get dressed! Mom came home as we were scrubbing the garage floor. Where B had never said anything to make us more uncomfortable than we already were, Mom had a lot to say about our naked parts. We were eventually sent to bed, with strict orders not to even think of putting on even so much as a pair of panties!
We were forced to spend the entire weekend buck naked, with B watching us. He even made me do all of my at-home cheer practices and drills. We both got spanked again twice on Saturday and twice on Sunday. I got an extra one for disobedience and being rude, because I didn't want him to see me doing my cheer stuff like that.
After that, B would sometimes drop in randomly to check on us. That wasn't bad, sometimes he would take us to McDonald's for dinner. But I made the mistake of telling mom how much I hated being spanked by B. So if either K or I got in trouble at school, mom would have B spank us for it, and he always made me strip naked for it.
Note to the guys: I shared a memory. It's not an invitation for your advances. I'm not interested in your advances. I am not looking to chat with you about your fetishes. I'm not interested in if you think B got hard looking at me. I know part of him liked it - he was 16 and I was a 15-year-old cheerleader. Of cource he liked seeing me naked. Biology is a thing. The difference between him and all of you is that he had class about it, whereas none of you seem to even know what that means. He did the job he had to do and did it the same way his parents had done it. He could have easily made up reasons to do it, and many times my mom gave him the green light to spank me any time he thought I needed it. She even once told him she thought he should be spanking us a lot more. He could have felt me up. He could have said things to humiliate me. He didn't. And while he put me in the corner a few times for my attitude (well deserved), he only ever spanked me when Mom gave the orders. None of you would have had the kind of class he did.
Note to the gals: If you can relate to this story, if you lived in a similar world, I'd love to hear from you about it. DM me with a memory so I know you are real.
When I was 15, I got the single most humiliating spanking of my life.
My little sister, we will call her K, was a hellion. She was the kid that made teachers cry when they found out she was in their elementary and middle school class.
When my sister K was In 4th grade, my mother was desperate for a babysitter for her, and one of our neighbors volunteered her son. We will call him B. B is about a year older than me, 3 years older than K. We went to the same school and while we got along, we were not the same crowd. I was a cheerleader, B was not that crowd.
Anyways, we expected a disaster, especially as B was a white boy and we are black. But the two of them hit it off. K didn't get in any trouble and even did her homework and cleaned her room for B. K latched on to B hard, and B was really good to her. I know my mom couldn't pay him like half the time, but he still took K out for ice cream and to do activities and things. I know he spent his own money to do that, we didn't have money for those kinds of things.
So B babysat K regularly right through the end of Middle school and over the summer. B didn't spank K often, but he would do it when my mother told him to and I think a few times when K went a little too far. He wasn't a big believer in spanking, he was more of a "nose in the corner" type, but when he did it, he believed that when you take on a job, you do it right. K once told me his spankings hurt more than Mom's, way more than any other babysitter, and that because of that, and because he would make her stand in the corner afterward, K really didn't want spankings from him. She also didn't like the formal way she spanked her. Mom was a grab-and-spank until her arm was tired person. B had rules K had to follow when she got spanked). I saw him spank her a few times on moms order for things K got in trouble for at school. I didn't believe her at the time about spanking harder than mom, but I understood what she meant about the formal thing! B really didn't let K get away with anything, but he was kind to her and did things with her. He wasn't really punitive towards her naturally, he would mostly explain things to her in a soft way and she seemed to learn from him that way. K loved him as her babysitter (the only babysitter she ever loved), even when he had to spank her.
When K went to High School, we figured she didn't need a babysitter and could stay home alone with me after school until our mom got home from work. (single mom, worked as a nurse). We were supposed to call mom at predetermined times to check-in and we were to answer the phone immediately when it rang. This went really well for the first few weeks of September.
The third Friday of September, I guess I accidentally left the phone off the hook. Not only that, but we missed both the 4pm and 5:30pm scheduled check-ins. At 6pm, B used his key to our house and came in, demanding to know what was going on. We were both just doing our homework. B found the kitchen phone off the hook. He hung it up, and then called my mom to tell her we were OK.
B put mom on speakerphone so we could all hear. Mom was absolutely pissed! She told B to spank us both. I was in shock! No one but my mom and extended family had ever spanked me, let alone someone that was barely a year older than me! Then B asked, on a scale of 1-10, 1 being a light spanking over jeans, 5 being a medium spanking over underwear, and 10 being a hard spanking on the bare, how angry was she. Mom said on that scale, she is at about a 20. B said he would take care of it.
B hung the portable phone back up in the kitchen and came out carrying a wooden breadboard. He told us that we were both getting the spanking our mother ordered, and ordered us to get undressed and stand with our noses to the wall and our hands on our heads. K didn't hesitate in getting undressed and standing on the wall like he wanted. I, however, wasn't about to get undressed in front of B! I was a cheerleader, a social status above B! I told B that. But B was bigger and stronger than me. While I tried to resist, he had me over his knee before I knew what happened! Then came the most excruciating sting as he hit my ass much harder than I had ever been whacked before! He didn't stop at one, either. He kept going until I was balling and promising to do whatever he wanted. This was much worse than any spanking my mom had ever given me! When he finally stopped, B told me that when he let me up, I was to strip and stand on the wall as I was told to. I protested that I had already been spanked. B said this was for my disobedience, the real punishment hadn't even begun yet!
Then he made me tell him what I was going to do when I got up. I said I would get up and stand on the wall (I still didn't want to get undressed in front of him). Holy hell did that breadboard hurt when he whacked my rear half a dozen more times! Then he told me to try again. This time I said I would get undressed. Then B told me that while I am being punished, he expected absolute obedience and that I would get extras if I did anything to resist. He asked if I understood. I was so angry, I just gritted my teeth at that. Then came 3 more hard and fast whacks with that breadboard, and through gritted teeth, I said that I understood.
B let me up and made me get completely undressed and put my hands on my head. No boy outside my extended family had ever seen me naked! And he was enjoying looking at my naked body! He never enjoyed looking at K's body, but I was more developed than K, as we were only 11 months apart in age. This was now the most humiliating experience of my young life! Then he made me go stand on the wall next to my sister.
We both got tanned several times that night. He tanned us each with that breadboard, he bent us over a chair and tanned us with his leather belt, and he tanned us both with a switch! After that, he made us scrub the garage floor with toothbrushes! He wouldn't even let us get dressed! Mom came home as we were scrubbing the garage floor. Where B had never said anything to make us more uncomfortable than we already were, Mom had a lot to say about our naked parts. We were eventually sent to bed, with strict orders not to even think of putting on even so much as a pair of panties!
We were forced to spend the entire weekend buck naked, with B watching us. He even made me do all of my at-home cheer practices and drills. We both got spanked again twice on Saturday and twice on Sunday. I got an extra one for disobedience and being rude, because I didn't want him to see me doing my cheer stuff like that.
After that, B would sometimes drop in randomly to check on us. That wasn't bad, sometimes he would take us to McDonald's for dinner. But I made the mistake of telling mom how much I hated being spanked by B. So if either K or I got in trouble at school, mom would have B spank us for it, and he always made me strip naked for it.
Note to the guys: I shared a memory. It's not an invitation for your advances. I'm not interested in your advances. I am not looking to chat with you about your fetishes. I'm not interested in if you think B got hard looking at me. I know part of him liked it - he was 16 and I was a 15-year-old cheerleader. Of cource he liked seeing me naked. Biology is a thing. The difference between him and all of you is that he had class about it, whereas none of you seem to even know what that means. He did the job he had to do and did it the same way his parents had done it. He could have easily made up reasons to do it, and many times my mom gave him the green light to spank me any time he thought I needed it. She even once told him she thought he should be spanking us a lot more. He could have felt me up. He could have said things to humiliate me. He didn't. And while he put me in the corner a few times for my attitude (well deserved), he only ever spanked me when Mom gave the orders. None of you would have had the kind of class he did.
Note to the gals: If you can relate to this story, if you lived in a similar world, I'd love to hear from you about it. DM me with a memory so I know you are real.
