CAROLINE SPANKED

BY MASTER CHRIS
chris_mc_v@hotmail.com

[ part 5 ]

It took some time but eventually my parents found the absolute ultimate buttons to push to get me to behave. From the time I turned 11 and started to get all-naked spankings, I never really got used to the idea of having to strip down and be exposed for my punishments. I say punishments because the actual pain of the spankings, while highly unpleasant, weren’t a sufficient deterrent to bad behaviour. It was only the combination of both a hot bottom *and* the embarrassment of having to be exposed and displayed that made me dread it so much that I strove with significant effort to be a good girl.

Being photographed over time was, in its way also hideous. By the time I was 14, my parents were starting to amass a complete record of my physical development through my adolescence as they had completely nude pictures of me both front and back which had been taken after just about all my punishments. The album (ultimately there would be several), was never far from reach. While no one else had ever seen me punished completely naked from the time I was 11, I had been absolutely mortified when I spotted him one day handing my album to my uncle who started leafing through it with a small smile on his face.

It took all I had to not burst into an angry tirade at my father, something I knew instinctively would cause me to be providing my uncle with a live display in short order. Instead I burst into tears and ran from the house until I could calm down. I realized that my father, who did virtually nothing by accident, was drawing a line in the sand for me. He couldn’t have been plainer if he had sent me a letter. Cross the line and you’ll find yourself displayed in front of your uncle or anyone else he chose. Once I’d come to my senses an hour or two later, I was on my very best behavior for days, something my father certainly noticed.

I was halfway through my 14th year when I would run into serious trouble and my father would escalate my punishments once again.

I was a fool, of course. It was one of those things that I could have completely avoided by simply doing what I already knew was right.

I had been at the local mall with my friends Barb and Sue. We were pretty much inseparable and by the age of 14, I was trusted to go to the mall on my own under certain conditions such as when the 3 of us would go together. We had been cruising around window shopping for awhile when Sue spotted something in an accessories store that she was dying for. It was a hair clip and was priced quite reasonably at $12. Unfortunately for Sue, she didn’t have the money on her as Barb and I watched in fascinated horror, she slipped it into her bag as the 3 of us walked out of the store.

You can guess the rest. Sue was nabbed a few feet outside the door and minutes later, the 3 of us were in the community police station which was situated conveniently in the mall itself.

I was praying that an earthquake measuring 50 on the Richter scale would hit the mall and that I’d be swallowed up in the debris but, of course, that was not to happen.

We had to empty our pockets and purses to show if we’d stolen anything else which we hadn’t but we were still all in trouble. The police called all our parents and my father came down to collect me. I knew Barb and Sue would get into trouble too. There’d probably be warm bottoms for each of them but no one knew how tough my punishments were.

The police officer told my father that only Sue had been caught with stolen goods on her person but he made it clear that the 3 of us were together the entire time and that we must have all known the contraband was in Sue’s purse.

The drive home was deadly silent until we pulled into the driveway at home. Finally my father spoke in a low voice that showed how much it was taking him to control his anger.

“I want to know only one thing Caroline,” he said. “Did you know that Sue put that stolen item in her purse before you walked out of the store?”

I nodded miserably. We walked into the house together through the side door which led right into the kitchen. To my horror, I could see that not only my Mom was there but also both my Aunt and Uncle sitting at the kitchen table.

My mother gave me one look and shook her head in disbelief. That made me feel worse than anything. My father grasped me firmly by the arm and propelled me into the living room.

“Well Caroline,” he said grimly, “I can’t say you don’t deserve what you’ve got coming to you. You can get ready for a proper punishment right now. Clothes off, bent over the back of the easy chair and hold yourself wide open until I come back here to deal with you.

“Oh Please Daddy,” I pleaded. “Please wait until Uncle Ken and Aunt Margaret go home.”

My father laughed in a way that showed he wasn’t amused.

“You made your bed, now you can sleep in it,” he said. “They’ll stay or not as they wish and if they happen to see how a little thief gets punished on the bare, you have only yourself to blame.”

“But I didn’t steal anything!” I cried.

“The second you walked out of that store in the company of your friend who you *knew* was stealing, you became an accomplice. It’s just as bad as stealing yourself,” he said sadly.

With a sob, I started to take off my clothes as he watched. Once again, I was to be punished in the nude and ‘proper’ punishments meant that I’d be even more exposed and embarrassed than usual. Once I’d gotten my bra off, I could see that my treacherous nipples were, as usual, hard. I pulled my panties down and turned to bend over the chair which my father had now turned to face away from the main room. Now anyone who walked into the living room would be seeing my completely bare from behind.

“Spread, Caroline,” said my father and with another tiny sob, I reached back with both hands to pull my buttocks wide open. I was now completely and rudely exposed.

“Stay like that,” he said patting my bare buttocks as he returned to the kitchen. I could hear my aunt, uncle and my parents discussing the latest turn of events although they were speaking lowly enough that I couldn’t make out much of what they were saying. They talked for 20 minutes or so and during this entire time, I was in the living room, bent over the back of the easy chair with my bare bottom facing the room, my naked and erect nipples pressed into the cloth of the chair back and my hands obediently holding my 14 year old buttocks as wide apart as I could possibly pull. As I’d gotten older, it took a little wide stance each time I was punished over the chair to have my hips rest on the back. When I was 11, my tip toes barely touched the ground but now, at 14 with my long legs, my feet were now outside the chair legs. I had checked out this exact position in the full-length mirror in my room and I knew that I was presenting *everything* I had to whoever looked in on me. It feels even now that I didn’t breath the entire time I was bent over waiting as I held my breath in terror of the sound of my uncle or even my aunt coming into the room.

Finally, I could hear the kitchen chairs scraping as one or more people got up. “Oh my God!” I whispered to myself. I could hear people moving around now. For a heart-stopping moment, I held out hope that my aunt and uncle were leaving to let my father finish out my punishment. It was a false hope of course.

I could hear footsteps walking into the living room and closed my eyes and waited.

The bright flash from behind me let me know that my exposed position was now recorded for posterity and my album. My 14 year old pussy and anus would be displayed for anyone who ever saw that album forever. Another flash from a slightly different angle and then a couple of more made me feel like I was being displayed naked in front of an audience of thousands. Being photographed while standing against the living room wall had been awful but this, this was a thousand times worse. A sob burst helplessly from my lips.

“Well Kev,” you’re right about how exposed she is.

I let out another tiny sob. Kev (Kevin) is my father. It was my uncle Joe speaking. Now my uncle could see absolutely everything.

You know Joe,” said my Dad, “you’d think that the embarrassment of being displayed this way would be a disincentive for her to misbehave but I guess not enough. I’m ready to try your recommendations.”

What was this? What recommendations had my uncle made to my Dad. Whatever it was, I was not at all looking forward to it. My aunt and uncle had two daughters. My cousins were a couple of years younger than myself but they had both told me that punishments from their Dad were fearsome and usually carried out in the woodshed behind the house so their crying didn’t bother their Mom. This didn’t sound enticing to me at all.

Footsteps now walked right behind me but whose were they? My fathers? Uncle Joe’s?

I heard a popping sound that sounded like a jar or a plastic container opening. What could that be, I wondered.

A large strong hand placed itself over my left hand which was still holding my bum wide open. It pulled my left buttock even wide apart for a moment making me feel helplessly exposed.

The touch of something cold and slimy at the very center of my anus was such a shock I let out a little scream!

“Quiet, Caroline!” my uncle said. Oh God. It was my uncle touching my bottom hole! I’d never been touched like that by another human being. I thought I’d die of embarrassment.

The finger was still there, just the tip, making miniscule circles around the very center of my anus. They must have had some lubricant or something on them because I felt wet and squishy all around there. A moment or two later, the fingertip stopped circling and rested on the very center of my crinkled pink hole.

It waited a moment as I was clenched so tight that I couldn’t help it. It waited for over a full minute until my contracted muscles couldn’t hold on any more. As my anus spasmed, ready to contract itself again, my uncle’s finger moved, firmly pushing past the momentary lack of resistance and embedding its thick tip inside of my body. He twisted it now, covering the entire ring of my now penetrated anus with the slimy, slippery lotion then slowly, firmly, pressed inward in one long slow, twisting motion until, without stopping, he was embedded as fully as he could possibly reach. I cried out, begging him to take the finger out, begging my Dad that I’d be a good girl, begging and crying as the finger waited, the tip buried deep in my belly.

He rotated again, moving the finger in a half rotation to the left, then a full rotation to the right. The finger pulled almost all the way out of me until just the tip was in me then, with more lotion on the finger, it was driven deep inside again. The finger was stunningly humiliating. It made me feel things that I didn’t know how to deal with and it moved in and out a number of times, adding more lotion each time.

Finally, after a full two minutes or so of time, it was removed completely leaving me gasping for breath and beet red in embarrassment. For a moment or two nothing happened and I wondered what would be next. My anus and much of my rectum felt strange, tingling, stretched. I struggled to absorb all the sensations. My anus was even more tingly then more again and then itchy too. With a panicky gasp I realized that the ring of my anus felt warm, hot even and there was a strange smell of the lotion in the room that seemed familiar but I couldn’t place. My bum was hot now and suddenly I could feel something deep up in my belly that felt like I was being touched still right in the center of my body.

What *was* that? My anus was hot, and started to sting. I pulled harder at my buttocks as the irritation increased. If I could have reached down to blow on it, I would have. The heat was unbearable now and I started to cry.

“Well Joe, it sure looks like she can feel the Vicks in her bottom,” my father said.

Oh my God! Vicks Vap-o-rub, the stuff I used to have put on my chest when I was a child for a cold. That was the smell. It used to make my chest all warm and now, now it was deep in my most intimate place. I couldn’t stop crying now as my father pulled my hands down from my buttocks and held them both by the wrist with one of his big hands at the small of my back. I didn’t want my buttocks to close over the heat. I wanted to pull them open but a moment later the strap made me forget that as stripe after searing striped came down on my poor bare buttocks.

As per usual, it was fast and furious and I was crying as loud as I had ever done before it was over. I couldn’t catch my breath for ages and the difference in this spanking from others I’d had in the past was profound. As the heat in my bottom slowly diminished to a deep seated heat, the stinging heat in my anus and deep up inside my body in my rectum became that much more present.

Just as I’d normally be getting myself back in control, this time the deep stinging heat was so part of the inside of my body it was as though I’d been spanked from the inside out. I didn’t stop crying for several minutes and during this whole time, the flash of the digital camera let me know that there were several pictures being taken of my freshly spanked cheeks and all the places in between.

Gradually, I got my sobbing under control and then the presence of my uncle and father behind me started my crying again. My Dad picked this moment to make sure I knew that I hadn’t been forgotten.

“Ok Caroline, get ‘em spread nice and wide.”

Fresh tears were automatic as I feared the additional punishment that was almost certainly to come.

Still, holding my buttocks wide apart was a slight relief to the awful burning sensation of the Vicks on my anus and I pulled them wide, wide open. Another series of flashes would record my red bottom held open by my hands and the white ribbon of my inner buttocks punctuated in the center by a glistening but angry pink anal ring.

My father and uncle waited until I was more under control before I could hear footsteps again.

“So Kev,” It was my uncle again. “You’ve used the strap down here in her groove?” As he spoke, his finger tip ran up and down the centerline of my bottom, running from the bottom of my vagina to the bottom of my back tracing over my slippery and still hot crinkled anus on each stroke. It made me shiver all over.

“Yeah Joe,” said my Dad. “Only on these proper punishments though. So you think the spoon will be more effective?”

What was a spoon? What were they talking about?

“Oh, no doubt. Here, let Marge show you.”

I sobbed again. Clearly Aunt Marge was also in the room. Was there no end to my humiliation?

My uncle put both his hands firmly over mine and a moment later, my buttocks were stretched even wider apart and I was held there solidly.

I could hear my aunt walking towards me now.

With her by one side and my uncle on the other, I knew my punishment was about to continue and I cried at the helplessness of it.

“You go ahead and cry Caroline,” my aunt said. “You know that you deserve every bit of this punishment.”

She put one hand in the middle of my lower back to hold me immobile and a moment later I felt the stinging stroke of a wooden spoon along the white inner portion of one of my buttocks. It wasn’t too bad but it was a shock. Compared to the strap, it was quite manageable and I wasn’t too stressed but the wooden spoon is a devastating punishment device in the hands of a skilled disciplinarian and my Aunt Margaret was certainly one.

The wooden spoon smacked over and over and the heat at the point of impact built up extremely rapidly. She worked her way down one side and up the other until my previously white crack was redder than my just-strapped buttocks. Once I was sobbing she paused until I calmed down again with one hand still firmly on my back and the end of the wooden spoon resting along my crack. My uncle continued to have my hands pulling my cheeks wide, wide apart.

“Alright Caroline,” she said. “You’re almost at the end of your punishment. Now, why are you being punished?”

It took a couple of tries before I could speak a full sentence coherently

“Because I was b-b-b-bad and b-b-because I d-d-didn’t tell when Sue stole something.” I blubbered.

“Correct,” said my Aunt. “Now, hopefully this is a lesson you’ll remember for a long time when you think about becoming a criminal.”

There was a pregnant pause. It was as though everyone in the room was holding their breath. The sound of a sharp smack arrived at my ears an instant before the sensation arrived at my brain which made it seem like an out-of-body experience. The wooden spoon had descended sharply right in the middle of my spread buttocks over the center of my anus. It felt like I’d been stabbed with a metal spike but before I could shriek in shock and pain, the spoon had already descended again. Ten sharp smacks hit me right in the middle of an already sensitized anus which was still slippery with Vicks before my Aunt and Uncle would stand up and leave me holding my bottom impossibly wide apart.

I don’t know how long I was left over the chair, but it couldn’t have been more than a few more minutes before I was finally able to stand.

“Fourteen minutes, Caroline,” said my Mom and I shuffled off to my familiar corner.

There would be more pictures once corner time was over, this time as I was photographed, my face stayed blushing as red as my bum as I watched my Aunt and Uncle watching me, completely nude before the punishment was finally declared complete.

It was the embarrassment part of the punishment that would stay with me. The memory of being exposed, displayed to my relatives that my parents realized hit me the most. Over the next couple of years, my Uncle Joe saw me punished a half-dozen times. I’m sure he enjoyed each incident much more than I did. My other Uncle, who is the youngest of my Dad’s two brothers, saw me get a regular spanking once and that was intensely embarrassing. Uncle Roger is only a few years older than me and having him see me naked even for a few minutes was awful. My Mom gave me that spanking and, worse, Uncle Roger was allowed to peruse my spanking album where he could see every part of me.

Eventually though, even this extreme embarrassment was bound to lose its influence. So, here I am, at sixteen ready to face the most embarrassing punishment ever.

It started this morning. I lost my temper in a moment of craziness and actually threw a bowl against the wall in the kitchen. It’s Saturday, you see and I had plans to meet up with my friends Barb and Sue (yes, we’re still besties) and hit the mall later. My Mom let me know that I had chores to do including a bunch of laundry and my room that will absolutely take all afternoon so – no going to the mall. I argued way too long but when my Mom gave me that look that she has and said “No, Caroline and that’s final!” I grabbed my cereal bowl and hurled it against the wall. Not towards any mind you, just at the wall.

I had no sooner done it than I realized how much trouble I was in. You guessed it. I was to have a ‘proper’ punishment that very evening.

My Mom looked at me, the milk from the cereal still dripping down the side of the kitchen wall. She was thinking and I know she was thinking about how to punish me.

“Alright, young lady,” she said quietly. “You want to throw a temper tantrum like you were a little three year-old child? Well, we can remind you of what it’s like to be three years old.”

I shivered. This didn’t sound good at all.

I was banished to my room for awhile and decided to try to make amends by cleaning up. In the end, it wouldn’t help. My Mom was on the phone talking to my Dad and, later to both my Uncles.

Just after lunch, she came to fetch me and I was plunked into a hot bath and told to make sure I was plenty clean. She waited until I’d stripped down and gotten into the hot water. The door was left open and my Mom came to fetch me after I’d been soaking for ages.

She took me by one arm and brought me back to my bedroom where a couple of towels had been placed on my bed. To my absolute horror, I was placed on my back and told to hold my knees up and wide, wide apart. It was terribly exposing and, while I looked unbelievingly, my Mom actually took a couple of pictures of me like that, spread open like a lab frog! I didn’t dare protest.

Then, she pulled a chair right between my legs and picked up a pair of scissors. Grabbing a tuft of my blond pubic hair between her thumb and fingers, she snipped it short. In a few short minutes, she had reduced my usually sparse blond curls to a water soaked blond stubble before she reached for a pink Venus razor.

“Oh God Mom! Please no!” I pleaded. The plea arrived on deaf ears. A few minutes later, I was as bare as I’d been at the age of three. She even reached down lower down between my legs and removed the few hairs surrounding my anus.

Some warm oil finished the job and my Mom carefully recorded the new look on the digital camera as I cried softly. The removal of my pubic hair really did make me feel like a little girl. It was as though a mark of my adulthood had been stripped from me.

So, here I am, sixteen years old and completely naked. I’ve been bent over the back of the chair in the living room for almost half an hour and the room has slowly filled up with both my Uncles, my Aunt and, I can’t quite believe this, both my young cousins. The can see everything sixteen year old Caroline has to offer of course, because I’m holding my buttocks wide wide apart. On the chair in front my eyes, is an open jar of Vicks Vap-o-rub which is all I can smell at the moment. I know that I’ll be thoroughly treated inside my bottom before I get the spanking on the outside.

All I can think about though is this. I’m sixteen and will certainly live with my folks until I’m at least eighteen. If this isn’t the worst, what more severe punishments will they think up in the next two years! Oh my, I’m sure I’m in for surprises to come.