[Attention Readers: this is a reblogged post from July 31, 2012. Cornertime Confidential is thrilled to finally be able to bring this back with the coding fixed. The behind the scene coding problem with the original was a royal pain! But here’s the updated version]
This is a LITERAL emoticon interpretation of my bottom today:
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|Daddy Brad Spanking Yet Another boy!
My fanny feels like it’s twice the size it was yesterday, all paddled
and swollen! I definitely can feel my
Spankings today that I got yesterday at Spank DC
. Sitting down writing this to you is tough goin’!
My first Spanking training with Daddy Larry was exhaustive. He decided to slowly build up, because we were starting at 2 p.m. We didn’t wrap up to walk to the Spanking get-together party until about 5 p.m. By the time we got to the party, there was plenty of red bottoms in the room, and a lot of folks I’ve known over the past year or two were there. The sound system had broken (Thank god badboydave wasn’t there; he’d have been real mad!)
Anywayz, it was a little silent, so Daddy Ross (who was in town from
Boston and was putting boyAdam from Columbus, Ohio, up at the Embassy Suites
with him) decided to make some noise. He spanked boyAdam several times in front of all of us. It was out-of-the-box hot. And Adam didn’t look alarmed, because Daddy Ross handled it so well, in spite of the fact that, as some of you gentle readers will know, Ross is actually a pretty hard handSpanker. I don’t remember seeing boyAdam getting paddled or getting the strap, which Daddy Ross desperately wanted to do…
|4 Little (Red-Bottomed) Indians
Daddy Ross looked at me as I was about to leave, and he just pointed
“Are you ready for your Spanking, young man?”
But I really wasn’t. I was late for getting dinner and getting to a “dessert party” that I was supposed to attend. (Side note: Have you ever been invited to a dessert party!? It’s a problem for boys who have self-control problems to begin with! Let me tell you!)
Anyway, he Spanked a group of four of us boys there on Saturday. I had been speaking separately with this boy Andrew from Annapolis (about my age, completely
inexperienced except for the last four months worth of SpankDC parties) and then there was this mouthy, really badly behaved Andrew boy from DC. He was maybe 28 or so, but completely and utterly snot-nosed and bratty. Boy! He needed a real sound Spanking!
Ross curled his finger at me and barked:
“Come over here, boy,“
It was completely undiscussed, unexpected. He hadn’t warned me or any of the other boys (DCAndrew, AnnapolisAndrew, or boyAdam) that they would end up being over his knee and in The Corner as well before this afternoon was through. Looking back on it now, I wonder if they watched as Daddy Ross flipped my bottom in the air as he propelled me over his knee?
|Daddy Ross in Action
He pulled me out, Spanked, and I think, paddled my bottom in front of everyone, right on the seat of my shorts. I was crying right away, but he wasn’t buying it. He hauled me to my feet and unbuttoned my shorts which proceeded to drop like an anvil to the floor with a sudden “Whoooosh!” And then the belt holding up my summer camp shorts clanged to the floor.
I was red-faced as everyone suddenly saw I was wearing my new rocketship/outerspace underpants under my shorts. I love those underpants, ya know, but suddenly, I felt like everyone was laughing. They probably were. I was so completely em-bare-assed that I cannot recall precisely.
He Spanked so soundly on the seat of my little boy briefs. And I couldn’t get away. Daddy Ross is so strong, you just sort of have to wait until your punishment is nearly
done before you try to get away! Just as I was planning my escape, he lifted me up as if with magic strength, and then hurriedly rushed me to The Corner with my shorts around my ankles and my undershorts cupping my red fanny.
|Rocketship Underpants For All To See
I felt like I was going to trip on my clanging belt and shorts as he almost lifted me to The Corner facing away from the room! Almost immediately, I was so shaken up that I couldn’t organize my thoughts:
- “When is he coming back here to get me?”
- “What happens if I turn around to see what he’s doing?”
- “Is everyone or anyone watching this?’
- “What do I do now?”
My red fanny could be seen from the sides of my briefs’ leg loops. I was incredibly awfully ashamed about how bad my behavior had been. But I also didn’t have any idea what was happening or going to happen, so I didn’t have time to think too long about allthat.
|Paddled in Public
I heard a lot of paddlings going on throughout the room, so I knew the other boys who had been getting up to mischief were having to explain themselves to their Daddys. They knew they’d been caught finally! I always feel like I’m the only one who gets caught sometimes!
A hand Spanking started a lot closer than the paddlings I was hearing, and well, I was too curious. So, I looked over my shoulder.
And Daddy Ross wasn’t there!
He was now back in The Spanking Chair where he had pulled boyAdam out from the crowd and was handSpanking his bare bottom. Since he’d already Spanked Adam earlier,
the boy’s jeans were down now, and he was only in a jockstrap.
(Daddy Ross told me later that he’d brought “the Duke” jockstraps with him from Boston. That was probably so Adam would be able to learn what it meant to not have pants
privileges and such.
Jockstraps are great for group Spankings in public, so no private parts become an issue. The Duke is really the greatest jockstrap ever made for Spanking. Um…well…it probably wasn’t made for Spankings precisely, but let me assure you, they’re the greatest ever.
It will surprise no one I have three!!!)
boyAdam has a great, full, fleshy boy bottom, & Daddy Ross took
plenty of time Spanking Adam for good reason. Before the sounds of Spanking
stopped, I’d turned back around, ’cause I know what happens to boys who don’t
stand in The Corner properly. Show your face, and you might have an even redder
Suddenly, Daddy Ross dragged Adam with his jeans around his ankles to stand right next to me! Adam was giving off the hot flush of a newly Spanked boy. I was shaking with fright! Adam was shaken up too, but both of us had no idea just what was going to happen next. And Daddy Ross told us nothing, except to stand here and not to budge until he was done.
Daddy Ross then did the same thing to snot-nosed DCAndrew, & then he was dragged up against the wall with us, underpants down, red bottom showing to everyone in the room. Three little Indians with whipped behinds standing like the guilty boys we were.
|3 Little (Red Bottomed) Indians
How Red is Your Bottom?
I kept looking to see what their bottoms looked like, they didn’t look anywhere but straight ahead. I thought, sheeesh, these guys are missing everything!! Wow, all these red bottoms, and they were just too shaken up to look! To be fair, when you get your rumpus Spanked hard in public, it’ll usually get boys like us to behave real fast.
But then…the fanny Spankings started again! Yet another boy AnnapolisAndrew who had rarely been Spanked or paddled was being Spanked behind us.
I looked and saw his bottom in the air, kicking, and squirming. And then as that Andrew was dragged to The Corner, Daddy Ross pulled me backwards, and back to The Spanking
Chair where he hadspanked or paddled all the other boys!
As I was dragged back over Daddy Ross’ knee for a more serious spanking, he yanked at my thin briefs, and slightly tore a little hole in the part between the waistband and the fabric, and in an instant, pulled ’em right down below my cheeks.
|4 Really Cold boys With Really Warmed Bottoms
My rumpus was hot to the touch in that cold, air-conditioned room. (Uh…did
I ever mention that buildings in the South air condition waaaaaay too cold?)
Anywayz, my fanny was on fire. I felt like everyone could see it steaming on
this really hot and humid, wet and rainy summer day.
We were scolded frequently throughout as Daddy Ross brought the flat of
his hand across our bottoms time and again. He could see he was making an
impression on each of our red bottoms as we were pulled off his knee and stood
at attention quivering in the chilly room.
It’ll surprise no one that at one point, I looked over my shoulder one too many times, and while Daddy Ross was spanking one of the Andrews, Daddy Brad stepped in and whipped my bottom with a belt several times quickly in a row. (Belts I really, really hate, actually!) because I kept looking over my shoulder to see what the heck was happening!
|“You will be Spanked and Spanked and Spanked
Until you do as you are told.”
“You were told to look straight ahead, young man,” Daddy Brad firmly stated in my ear, as I sheepishly turned around.
“You will be Spanked and Spanked and Spanked until you do as you are told. Now turn around, right now!”
Daddy Brad can get a very flat, serious expression and sound in his voice. It’s very effective for helping boys do as they are told, let me tell ya.
Ross Spanked us each one after the other, again and again:
- First withour pants up, and then
- With our underpants up, and then
- With our underpants down. And then of course,
- All us boys learned that Daddy Brad was watching us to make sure we did our Cornertime properly. And then…
- We had to stand in The Corner, while Daddy Ross finished and went to talk to the other Daddys.
Eventually—and for what seemed like hours—he and Daddy Brad, and even
DCAndrew’s Daddy Paul came over to tell us that we were allowed to pull up our underpants, and that we could join the rest of the boys. I was shaking all over with dread, excitement, anticipation, and relief!
The Very Next Day
|Time To Think
As I write this too you, I’m having to sit on a very soft chair, because my fanny is super sore and red still. I have to say, The Belt made marks down my right thigh, which showed as I walked home wearing my short summer camp shorts. And my rumpus has paddled marks from Daddy Larry who took pics I included in my other post on that
It’s a great morning, nonetheless, because without knowing it, Daddy Ross fulfilled one of my favorite fantasies of all time a second time! He’d done that to me and badboydave ages ago at the Spank party back when we were located over on 11th Street, NW at the Effin Lounge. But he had never returned to it since. So I’d kinda lost track of
it. Saturday was a revisit, and in the middle of Spanking me on my bare bottom,
he suddenly recalled having been here before, and he said to me and the room of
Men who were there to oversee our Spankings:
“Hey, jake, remember when I did this to you & dave?”
Suddenly, oh yeah, I remembered.
Memories flooded back, and I remembered how standing in The Corner at the SpankDC party is the WORST THING EVER!
In the end, I wish I we had all gotten together the next morning and had breakfast with everyone from Saturday and talked about it. But we all split off that night, and I
had to get to my dessert party, and so we’ve all lost contact with each other this weekend.
I hope I get to see everyone next month!
I cannot concentrate to get anything accomplished this morning except this post! I’m vibrating all over from Saturday’s Spanking training with Daddy Larry, Ross’s Punishment Spankings, and Daddy Brad’s belt.
How can I go back and face all those boys and Men Who Spank next month?
|What Happens Next Time?