Today I was punished in front of others. I know this isn't unusual but when it happens to you it seems like you're the first one ever. It was the most humiliating thing I ever had happen to me.
A gathering was going on at our house. I did have a few drinks and was looking cute. I was supposed to look cute. But Miss thought I was acting not cute but "Slutty". She told me and everyone else what she thought.
Although all there knew something about our relationship a lot had no idea what it really involved which made what happened next so bad.
"Come here!" I was told as I was led to the couch. "Skirt off!" I was mortified-I learned what that word really meant now.
"No, please, don't do this, I-I'll be..." SMACK! I was stunned. All of a sudden I was standing there in just my too tight panties, stockings, and Converse sneakers feeling the handprint forming on my butt. I became aware of laughing and remarks like "Cute" and a mocking "poor girl!"
Time was frozen. Another smack broke my trance-I know how melodramatic this is but it's the only way I can describe it. "I'm going to tell you once. Lay across my lap-any more backtalk and you'll lose those little panties!" Miss said.
Of course I was settled in before the end of that sentence! And then-
WHACK! "OH!" SMACK "OWW!" Being the entertainment of the day actually made it hurt MORE. I was kicking my legs which always gets me a warning until I realized how my butt was twitching, squirming, and what a show it was-which really reminded me there was a roomful of people all focused on ME being spanked like a bratty little girl who deserved every whack.
I buried my face in a throw pillow feeling sorry for myself. Crying little girl tears I thought 'this can't get any worse' when I was grabbed around my waist and roughly repositioned. "You're crying? Awww". WHACKWHACKWHACK. I was being spanked for real now! My head sprang up as I craned my neck unable to help it.
"OH OHH OWOH!" NOW I was crying out in pain for real! And tirelessly Missy's hand cracked across my panties as hard as it ever had! Oh and my panties—the earlier threat of being stripped of them was a constant in my mind—now. I think they were kept on to make me feel more like a bad girl and made me more compliant where if they'd been pulled down I would be more unpredictable and more likely to act out-and that is true. At this point I was in tears, embarrassed, thinking it wouldn't end; it had been a long time! At least ten minutes straight. Then a break.