Nose, Toes, and Tits Against the Wall

I was perusing Bogey and Bacall's blog the other other day, Our Bottoms Burn, and came across a post titled Potpourri that consisted of a random collection of images with brief commentary that Bogey had stashed away. One in particular caught my fancy.

A family gathering? And she has her nose on the wall.

I wrote a comment:

Oh my gosh! That “family gathering” pic is all my fantasies about being a spanked teenage girl all wrapped up in a single image! May I please masturbate to it, Bogey and Bacall?

They gave me their blessing 😉 and there was an interesting back and forth with a couple of other commenters as well.

I guess Bogey was inspired, because he replicated the same image on a follow-up post titled Julie Gets Her Well-Deserved Comeuppance. He wrote a short little story around the scene and included a photo from my blog of my actual (all grown up) bum across my husband's knee.

Why was I so interested in the family gathering photo?

I think it's likely a photoshop, for starters, but it's well done. The girl is made to appear to be around 15 years old, but the model is likely older. We have to tread carefully around 15-year-olds. I feel the need to caveat that actual 15-year-olds are underage is many jurisdictions, and should only do sexual things (if at all) with kids their own age. Go for it, girls!

But is it ok for me to not be a pedophile and admit that 15 is the age I imagine myself to be when I have been legitimately naughty and am being punished across my husband's knee? It was my height of teenage bratiness. I cringe looking back at my own behaviour at 15. Now, I am not advocating that 15-year-old girls be spanked by their parents, especially in public and on their bare bums. But we can all agree they deserve it (I certainly would have!).

A spanking is entirely too sexual for a 15 year old to have done by an adult. But trust me when I say that some 15-year-old girls (like I was) are thinking a lot about sex. I masturbated imagining myself in sexy situations with older men. When I'm being fucked by my husband, missionary style, with him pinning my two wrists above my head, I like to imagine I am specifically 15-years-old and having my virginity taken. Is that ok? I'm so confused!

Why this age? Why 15?

• It's the age where we begin to develop our curves.
• It's the age where we begin noticing male attention.
• It's the age where we desperately desire male attention from our crushes, and are disgusted by it from others.
• It's the age where we are self-conscious of our bodies.
• It's the age where we experiment with our clothes to find the right balance between naughty and nice.
• It's the age where we push boundaries.
• It's the age where we can get a little "hormonal".
• It's the age where we believe we are all grown up, but are clearly not.
• It's the age where we want, above all, to fit in and to appear cool and grown up.
• It's the age where we bristle against parental authority.
• It's the age where we begin to fantasize about sex, begin to masturbate, and start becoming sexually active.
  

Can you therefore imagine how embarrassing a punishment like this would be for a 15-year-old girl, in front of her entire extended family???

My little fists are balled in frustration. I am crying. But I am standing rigidly at attention with my toes and nose pressed hard against the wall, as if I dare not move a muscle lest the consequences become even worse for me.

It's not even really a wall. At least with a wall, or better yet a corner, I could disappear into it. No, this is a passageway between two rooms.

There is no hiding away in shame. I am completely exposed during my punishment.

And look what I'm wearing. Those are cutoff shorts I made myself. I carefully calculated how short I could make them before Mom or Dad would object, and made them just a tad shorter than that. My top is low cut, strappy, no bra. I bought it at the mall without Mom there to stop me. My breasts have developed a little and are perky. I am both proud and self-conscious of them. My butt has become curvy and cute, and now I'm made to stick it out into the middle of the room for all to see.

I find this punishment to have an unconscious sexual undertone. I am clearly a girl, and a nubile girl at that. But I have had my agency taken from me, and I am being treated as a child. I am in a form of bondage.  My obedience is being tested and displayed. I am clearly demonstrated to be the property of my parents. I am put out as if for inspection, my bottom jutting out, the sides of my breasts visible. What marriage-aged man might take me? Who else's property might I become?

Ok, I'm being punished, but what landed me there? I imagine it was an argument with my bratty younger boy cousin seated to my left.

It was a Sunday afternoon family gathering. Him and I and a few other of the cousins were seated at the kids' table. I was already bristling at that. I am not a kid, Mom! It was patiently explained to me that there was no more room at the adults' table, and I should be a gracious hostess to my younger cousins.

I hated this cousin. Tommy is his name. He was making fart jokes at the table.

"You're so immature," I told him.

"And you're so grown-up?"

"More than you!"

"Is that why you're showing off your teeny tiny little titties, because you're so grown up?"

"Shut up!"

"Julie's teeny tiny titties..."

All the kids around the table laugh. I blush.

"Shut up!" I say again.

In a singsong voice he says "teeny tiny titties, teeny tiny titties, ..."

"I SAID SHUT UP!" I screamed and threw my glass of milk in his face. As I did so the glass slipped from my hand and it went flying towards him as well and shattered on the table in front of him.

"JULIE!" I hear Mom yelling at me from across the room. Oh no. What have I done? She comes storming over to the kids' tables.

"She threw the milk at me, for no reason!" Tommy said.

"He was teasing me!" I told Mom.

Tommy's Mom was there as well, cleaning up the mess and taking Tommy to the bathroom to wash the spilt milk off him.

"Julie, you were supposed to be in charge. I expected better of you!" said Mom.

"He was teasing me..." I repeated, starting to cry like a child.

"Sticks and stones, young lady. You could have seriously injured Tommy by throwing that glass at him. What if a shard had cut him, or gotten into his eye? What you did was completely unacceptable!"

"The... the... the glass slipped, Mom..."

"It slipped while you were throwing milk in his face?"

"Yes..."

"That is no excuse. Come here, young lady. You've clearly demonstrated you don't belong in polite company so it's a timeout for you!"

"No Mom! You can't!" I cry.

Mom dragged me by the arm, stood me up, and pushed me against the doorway wall. She told me to put my toes against the wall, and then my nose. She even pushed the back of my head gently but firmly until my nose was flattened against the wall.

"You will stand like that until further notice, right where everybody can see you, and see what a naughty girl you've been. And, young lady, if I look over here and I don't see your toes and nose pressed tightly against that wall like it is now, there will be consequences."

And that's how I wound up where I was.

What do you think? Is a punishment like that reasonable for a 15-year-old girl who can't control her temper? I'm sure this wasn't the only thing that annoyed Mom leading up to this, but this was the last straw. Bitchy, lazy, disobedient, and self-entitled. She was no doubt thinking I had gotten a little too big for my britches and she was going to bring me down a peg or two. I cannot think of a more embarrassing, humiliating punishment for an "all grown up" 15-year-old girl. Personally, I think more teens her age could benefit by being disciplined like that. I certainly could have. Being treated like a toddler is appropriate for a girl who cannot control herself and acts out like a toddler.

Crying, nose against the wall.

Titties too small to touch the wall.

Fists clenched, butt sticking out.

Toes against the wall.

A thoroughly punished teen.

My younger cousins are all seeing me like this. My sibs are seeing me like this. My aunts and uncles are seeing me like this. Especially my uncles. I'm so embarrassed!

Mom has me stand there like that for ten minutes. Tommy is teasing me under his breath the whole time. "Julie's do-ing time-out, Nya, Nya, Nya Nya, Nya."

Mom comes and gets me and makes me apologize to Tommy first, and then to all the other children for losing my temper. I ask Mommy if I may be excused and please go to my room.

"No young lady, you will either sit here and be a pleasant little hostess, or you can spend the rest of your evening with your nose and toes against that passageway. Choose."

"Ok... I'll stay."

"Stay with your nose and toes against the wall, or stay and be a proper little hostess?"

"Stay and be... a proper little hostess... Mommy."

"Good girl."

While I did my best, I was not a very bubbly hostess, and ended the evening very quietly with my head down.

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You may have noticed that spanking has not yet entered into it. I'm surprised too. I guess it means I am turned on more by the humiliation aspects of childish punishment rather than by the spanking per se. Of course, usually the possibility or the actuality of a spanking adds a lot of extra humiliation.

Let's pull some spanking into the story. Rewind to where Mom puts my nose against the wall and continue on from there...

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"Your father and I will discuss how you'll be punished, but don't expect to go to sleep without a very sore bottom tonight, young lady!"

"Mom! Please no! I'm too old for that!"

"Obviously not. Your father and I have clearly neglected your discipline for far too long. That is changing as of bedtime. You can expect at the minimum the hairbrush from me and the strap from your father, and both on your very bare bottom. We'll decide later if that's all you'll be getting after I consult with Tommy's mother."

Everybody there could hear Mom sentencing me to my bare bottom bedtime spanking! Tommy and the other kids would snicker. They were surprised. The supposedly "big girl" still gets spankings! It was a surprise to some of my aunts and uncles as well. I could hear the adults talking about my spankings at the dinner table. And I just had to stand there, facing the wall, knowing I would be spanked at bedtime, and knowing that everybody there knew that, and cry.

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So that adds an extra level of humiliation. Still no actual spanking, just the promise of one, but that's enough. It's so embarrassing for everybody to know I was still being spanked at 15-years-old.

Let's up the ante once again.

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Before Mom went back to the table she told me "and when I said there would be consequences for your toes or nose leaving the wall, count on those spankings happening on-the-spot, right here and right now, in front of everybody, instead of at bedtime. And don't think it won't still be on your bare bottom, young lady, because it most certainly will be, regardless of who's here to see it. Your father and I would be only too happy to do it so don't test us."

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No wonder I was so determined to keep my nose mushed up against the wall. I dared not unflatten it by a millimeter!

It's one thing to be obedient. It's another to be so obedient that you stand with your nose mushed against the wall not daring to move a millimeter. Everybody can see you, stiff as a board, not daring to move. Everybody knows the consequences for you if you do move: a very public bare bottom spanking. And do they secretly want to see that happen to you? Yes. Yes they do. They would want to see nothing more than a snippy teen, bare bottomed across her Mom's knee, kicking and crying as her butt is painted a deep crimson red with the back of a hairbrush, all her charms on display.

But under what conditions could that ever, conceivably happen?

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Tommy couldn't stop sniggering about my spanking. He wanted nothing more than to see his big cousin spanked on her bare bum. He found a rubber band and reaching around from where he was sitting took dead aim and shot it at the tops of my bare legs.

"Ouch!" I yelled out, and without thinking whirled on him and said, "you little shit!"

"JULIE! What did I tell you about taking your nose and toes off that wall?!?"

"Mom! He shot something at my leg!"

"Did you do that, Tommy?" Mom asked him.

"No Ma'am," he said innocently. "I just told her I was sorry she was going to get spanked later, and then she said a bad word to me."

"You little lying fuck!" I said.

"WHAT kind of language is that, young lady?!?"

"But he's lying, Mom."

"I just said I was sorry she was 'gonna get a spankin' and I guess she thought I was teasing her but I wasn't."

"Where is this thing he supposedly shot at you?"

"I don't know. It has to be here somewhere..." I said, looking desperately, but it was nowhere to be seen. (In fact, the rubber band had bounced off my thigh and bounced right onto a little side table looking for all the world that it had been there all the time.)

"Let me see your leg. Where do you claim it hit you?" Mom looked at my leg where I indicated, and she found no mark. "I think we know who the foul-mouthed liar is, young lady, and it's not your little cousin."

Mom took my arm and led me towards the kitchen sink. She took the bar of soap and lathered it up in her hands until she had a thick, soapy lather.

"Open!" She said.

I opened my mouth and Mom pushed her soapy hands and the soapy bar into my mouth and began washing my mouth out.

"I have had enough of your foul language, young lady, and in front of children no less! We'll see if we can't wash that filthy mouth out."

I was drooling out my mouth and down my chin and onto my chest.

"We can't have this ever so elegant top get all soapy," Mom said sarcastically. She did not approve of my buying that top in the first place. She took a pair of scissors and snipped the straps on either side which allowed my top to drop, baring my little breasts!

"Mmmmmm!" I cried out, my mouth full with a soapy bar. My breasts were bare for everybody to see! Mom went back to scrubbing my mouth and the lather dribbled down onto my bare little titties.

My aunts tsk-tsk'ed at my display, my uncles visibly smirked and smiled. My younger boy cousins eyes were as wide as saucers. They were seeing their older girl cousin's completely bare, soapy breasts.

"Rinse!" Mommy said.

I desperately tried to rinse the nasty soap out of my mouth. As I was doing this Mom took a few steps into the powder room and picked up the hairbrush we kept there. She then placed a kitchen chair into the middle of the room, pulled me over to it and sat. She reached for the clasp of my cutoffs and unfastened them.

"No Mommy, please!" I begged, my hands attempting to cover my little breasts which were still bare.

Mom yanked the zipper down.

"Please no!" I begged.

She yanked my cutoffs down my legs and to my ankles, exposing my little ponies panties. She reached for the waistband of my panties and I desperately grabbed at them with one hand to fight with Mom to keep them up.

"Not my panties! Not my panties! Please!" I begged.

Mom smacked my hand and then pulled my panties right down to my ankles as well. My bare bottom and my bare front came completely on display. I had not grown in any sort of bush yet, and my pudenda was covered only with a soft light peach fuzz. My uncles and boy cousins could see me!

Then Mom tumbled me across her lap. My head went down, my bare bum went up, my feet dangled off the ground, my bare breasts hung down. I flushed realizing my bare bum, my bare breasts, and, from behind, the bare lips of my lightly furred pussy would be completely visible. I was a skinny girl at the time, and I did not know until my cousin pointed it out later that my bottom hole was very much on display as well.

"I think that'll be an end to her snippy ways," opined one of my aunts.

"High time," said another.

"That girl was getting too big for her britches, that's for sure."

"And just look where her britches are now," said one of my uncles.

"I'll bet the boys her age are all over her like flies on honey."

"You better keep your eye on this one, Doug."

"She certainly has developed over the past year," added one of my aunts.

The hairbrush was extremely painful and I was crying throughout most of my spanking and begging for Mommy to stop, please stop, and telling her i would be a good girl, a good girl! How embarrassing that Mommy reduced me to the status of a six-year-old across her lap. My complete effective age regression was not lost on any of my witnesses.

My Mom ended my spanking and put me on my feet. By this time I had kicked so furiously during my spanking that I had kicked my shorts and panties right off. She removed what was left of my top and rendered me completely bare naked. She flipped the chair around and bent me over the back of it.

My Daddy stepped up and removed his belt.

"Daddy No! Please!"

My begging was futile. He gave me a whipping with his belt in front of everybody. He whipped my bottom and my thighs until I was frantic. Two dozen strokes in total. I was well aware of the lewd spectacle I must have been putting on as I writhed and kicked my legs and gyrated my bottom in pain. Tommy in particular enjoyed the view. I was bawling giant tears like a complete baby before it was over.

"Can we expect your best behaviour from now on, young lady?" Asked Daddy.

"Yes Daddy!" I cried out.

"Now back to the doorway, young lady, toes and nose. Hands on your head."

"Mommy! I'm naked!"

"Yes you are. And you have a very red bottom that will serve as an excellent example of what will happen to you from now on if you continue to be naughty."

"Please, Mommy, may I at least cover my breasts?" I begged with a sob.

"No you may not. You pass yourself off as a mature, grown-up girl, but I think your little boobies and the peach fuzz down there say a different story. Maybe after you're out of your training bra we'll let you cover your breasts during your spankings. Until then, we'll treat you like the naughty little girl you are."

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Ok, ok, ok, I went over the top, I agree. I can get very carried away thinking about these things.

When I asked permission from Bogey and Bacall to masturbate to this photo, I was dead serious. The above stories all popped into my head as I was sitting on the couch, my iPad propped up beside me with that photo showing, my fluffy robe wide open, my fingers playing with my pussy. Each time I got close I backed off, reset, and imagined more. I'm ashamed to say I orgasmed. Thank goodness my husband didn't catch me doing that!

--

Mind you, the whole scene could have gone very differently if some of the other cousins at the table ratted out Tommy to the grownups.

"So you like teasing girls about their developing bodies do you? Let's see what the girls have to say about your hairless little pee-pee after I pull down your pants for your spanking, Tommy!"