Fiction: The Egging Incident (MF/m)

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Back in MF/m land with a tale of embarrassing parental discipline for egging old lady Henderson's house down the street. A disclaimer as always. I get off imagining myself at this age, whatever sex, and getting my comeuppance, but, ...

Caveat

There is no overt sexual activity in my story, just embarrassing punitive activity that I've sexualized in my mind. And, just to be 100% clear, I do not advocate sexualized punishments for teens! That's for us grownups imagining we are teens. I present the following as an age regression mindplay, inviting you to imagine yourself at that age.

 

The Egging Incident

Chapter 1: The Knock at the Door

It was a sunny afternoon, and the sun cast its warm rays through the living room windows, illuminating the comfortable space. Mark sat on the couch, playing a video game on his console, his eyes glued to the screen. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He paused his game and looked towards the entrance, wondering who it could be.

His mother, Jane, walked out of the kitchen to answer the door. She opened it and greeted their visitor. "Oh shit," thought Mark, it was their elderly neighbour, Mrs. Henderson, at the door.

Mark's heart sank as he realized what this meant. He had been caught. Just yesterday, he and his friends had decided to play a prank on the nasty old lady down the street by egging her house. He had been so sure that they had gotten away with it.

Moments later, his mother returned to the living room, her face stern and her lips pressed together tightly.

"Mark," she said, her voice sharp. "Mrs. Henderson has something she would like to show us."

Mrs. Henderson entered the room, holding her phone with a video playing on the screen. It showed Mark and his friends throwing eggs at her house, the security camera capturing every moment of their mischievous act.

He felt a mixture of fear and embarrassment as he realized that his actions had led him to this moment. His mother reached for Mark's ear and she lifted him to standing as he winced from the pain. His mother's grip on his ear tightened as she scolded him, her voice filled with anger and disappointment.

"Mark, what were you thinking?" his mother demanded. "You know better than to behave this way. I'm so ashamed of you right now. You have shown a complete lack of respect for our neighbour and her property."

Mark's father, David, walked into the room, his face as stern as Jane's. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a commanding presence. Mark felt small and insignificant under his father's gaze.

"What's this?" he asked. Mrs. Henderson showed him the video as well. His face turned red with anger.

"We've raised you better than this, Mark," he said, his voice stern. "You're going to be punished for what you've done."

Mark's sisters, Emma and Sarah, one younger and one older, stood in the doorway, attracted by the commotion. Emma was 13 years old, and Sarah was 17. Their eyes wide with shock and curiosity. They had never seen their brother in trouble like this before.

"Mark, go to your room and wait for us while we decide what to do with you," David said firmly.

Mark quickly left the room, his head hung low in shame. He ran up the stairs and ran into his room, closing the door behind him, and burst into tears. He knew that he had made a mistake, and now he would have to face the consequences.

He sat on his bed, terrified. Normally he might be grounded and lose privileges. But his mom and dad were so mad, and he had embarrassed them so much with Mrs. Henderson, and his dad had used the word "punished". He had been so stupid! His punishment may still be a grounding. It likely would be, but the concern that made him sick to his stomach was that his father had sent him to his room. The last time he had been sent to his room was when he had been 12 years old, and his father had later come up to give him a spanking.

He couldn't even imagine the humiliation of being spanked in his bedroom at his age. His last spanking had been across his father's knee on his bare bum. And it hurt like the dickens and made him cry at the time. And he was very embarrassed at the looks of pity he got from his mom and older sister after. Like then, if he was spanked, he was sure the whole house would hear it: his mom, Emma, and Sarah. And they would know that he, a fifteen-year-old boy, was still subject to humiliating spankings. Even Emma, 13 years old, would know her big brother was spanked. Emma had never been spanked to the best of his knowledge, and he had no recollection of that happening to Sarah either. It had been bad enough at age 12. It would be devastating at age 15.

He heard the muffled voices of his mom and dad and Mrs. Henderson in the living room, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for whatever they were to decide. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his mother called out to him. "Mark, come to the living room, please."

 

Chapter 2: The Announcement

He breathed a bit of a sigh of relief. At least his dad wasn't coming up to give him a spanking. It had been a foolish thought, he was 15 years old, after all. But he didn't relish the grounding he was sure he would be getting, or the humiliation of being further scolded and sentenced to it while old Mrs. Henderson and his sisters were right there.

He took a deep breath and walked back into the room, his eyes downcast. His sisters were sitting on the couch, their faces unreadable. Mrs. Henderson was still there, a smug smile on her face as she looked at Mark.

"Mark," his father said, his voice stern. "Your mother and I have decided that your punishment will begin with a spanking from each of us."

Mark went white and then he felt his face flush with embarrassment.

"Mom, Dad, I'm too old for a spanking... please!"

"And moreover, young man," said Jane, "we've all decided that your spanking will take place right here, right now, in the living room with Mrs. Henderson and your sisters watching."

"Please, Mom, no!" Mark wailed, his voice shaking. "Please, I know I deserve it, but please, please at least spank me upstairs in my bedroom! Please!"

"No, Mark," David said firmly. "Your punishment will be public, so that everyone can see the consequences of your actions."

"Please, Mom," Mark said, turning to his mother. "Please don't make me do this."

Jane shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mark, but your father and I have made our decision. You will be spanked in the living room, and you will be spanked now."

Mark felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he realized that there was nothing he could do to change his parents' minds. He knew that he had made a mistake, and now he would have to face the consequences.

 

Chapter 3: The Undressing

"Mark," Jane said, her voice stern. "Before we begin your spanking, you'll need to remove your clothes."

Mark's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe that his parents were making him undress in front of everyone. He looked at his sisters, who were watching him with wide eyes. He could feel Mrs. Henderson's gaze on him as well.

"Please, Dad," Mark said, his voice barely above a whisper, appealing to his Dad knowing he would surely understand what it meant for a boy to be naked in front of girls and women. "Please don't make me do this."

"Mark, you will do as you are told," David said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

With shaking hands, Mark began to remove his clothes. He took off his shirt first, revealing his skinny chest and arms. He could feel his sisters' eyes on him as he took off his pants, leaving him in just his little white briefs.

"Please, Mom," Mark said, turning to his mother. "Please let me keep my underpants on."

"No, Mark," Jane said, her voice firm. "Your underpants haven't done anything wrong, you have. Now take them off. Now!"

Mark felt tears streaming down his cheeks as he realized that there was nothing he could do to stop his parents. With trembling hands, he reached for the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, exposing his penis and testicles. He quickly crouched down, covering his private parts with his hands.

His mother shook her head. "Mark, put your hands at your sides," she said.

Tears streaming down his face, Mark reluctantly did as he was told, standing naked in front of his family and his neighbor, his penis and balls hanging out. His ass bare. His sisters giggled nervously, and Mrs. Henderson smirked, her eyes filled with satisfaction that the boy was being given his due.

Mark closed his eyes, wishing he could disappear. The shame and embarrassment he felt were overwhelming, and he knew that the worst was yet to come.

 

Chapter 4: First Spanking

Mark's father walked over to the couch, his face set in a stern expression. He sat down and patted his lap, indicating for Mark to come over. Mark's heart raced as he realized what was about to happen. With his head hung low, he slowly made his way over to his father, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on him. He had never, ever, as a teenager had his genitals exposed as they were now. And now everybody was seeing them!

"Come on, Mark," his father said, his voice firm. "You need to learn that actions have consequences."

Mark hesitated for a moment, but then reluctantly bent himself over his father's lap. He felt a sense of vulnerability and shame as he lay his completely bare penis and testicles across his father's strong thighs. He couldn't believe that he was about to be spanked like this in front of his mom, his sisters, and, worst of all, old Mrs. Henderson. Mark felt his father's hand on his bare bottom, and he knew that the spanking was about to begin. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the humiliation he was feeling.

His father's hand raised up and then came down hard on Mark's bare bottom, the sound echoing through the room. Mark gasped in shock and pain, and his sisters giggled nervously as they watched the punishment unfold.

"Daddy, no!" Mark cried, tears streaming down his face. "Please, it hurts!"

But his father was relentless, his hand coming down again and again, each spank harder than the last. Mark kicked and squirmed, trying to escape the pain, but his father held him firmly in place.

As Mark struggled, he became acutely aware of his penis and testicles bouncing around on his father's lap, exposed for all to see as he bucked and rolled. He blushed deeply, feeling a sense of humiliation and embarrassment.

As he kicked his legs in an attempt to escape the pain, he heard his sisters giggling. His sisters, who were angled a bit behind, whispered to each other, commenting on his bumhole. Mark's face burned with shame as he realized that even that part of him was visible to everyone in the room. He tried to hold his legs together, but it was futile as the spanking continued.

Mark's cries grew louder and more desperate. He felt like a small child again, being punished by his father, and he couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

The spanking continued, with David's hand raining down hard slaps on Mark's bare bottom. Mark cried and begged for his father to stop, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the spanking stopped. Mark was sobbing uncontrollably, his bottom burning with pain. He felt his father's hand on his back, rubbing it gently.

"Mark," David said softly. "I hope you have learned your lesson. You will not disrespect our neighbors or anyone else again."

Mark nodded, unable to speak through his tears. He felt humiliated and ashamed, as he lay across his father's lap, sobbing and trying to catch his breath.

Chapter 5: Second Spanking

Mark's mother stood up, her face set in a stern expression. She walked over to where Mark lay across his father's lap, still sobbing softly.

"Mark, it's my turn now," she said, her voice cold. "I'm going to show you how disappointed I am in your behavior as well."

Mark's heart sank as he realized that his mother was going to punish him also. He felt a sense of dread wash over him.

His mother helped him off his father's lap and made him lie down on the carpet on his back. She then took both of Mark's ankles in one hand and bent his legs up and back, fully exposing his genitals and bottom hole.

Mark blushed a deep red, feeling more embarrassed than he ever had before. Jane began to spank him in the diaper position, completely exposed to everyone in the room. His sisters giggled nervously, and Mrs. Henderson smirked, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Mark's mother began to spank him. While she added to his dad's spanking of his bottom, she payed particular attention to the unspanked backs and high inner thighs, nearest his testicles. Mark wailed in pain and utter humiliation, his cries echoing through the room. She also targeted the sensitive skin up and down inside the cleft of his bottom, nearest his completely exposed bumhole.

"Mom, please, no more! Not there! Not there!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

But his mother was relentless, her hand coming down again and again, each spank harder than the last.

Mark's bottom cleft and inner thighs burned with pain, and he felt like he was going to pass out from the sheer embarrassment of it all. He shook and shimmied his bottom all over the carpet, but his mom just held his ankles high and chased his wriggling bottom wherever it went. The girls and Mrs. Henderson had a fine show of a very embarrassed teenage boy wriggling and wiggling his bum frantically, with everything laid bare.

Finally his mother stopped spanking him. Mark lay on the carpet, sobbing uncontrollably, his bottom and thighs red and sore, and his face wet with tears. His mother looked down at him, her expression cold.

"Mark, I hope you've learned your lesson," she said. "You need to think about your actions and the consequences they have."

Mark nodded, unable to speak, feeling utterly humiliated and ashamed. He just wanted this nightmare to be over.

 

Chapter 6: Made to Clean

Mark's parents allowed him to put his underpants back on, but nothing else. He felt a small sense of relief as he covered his naked body, but the humiliation of being half-naked in front of his family and Mrs. Henderson still weighed heavily on him.

"Now, I believe you have some egg cleaning to get to, young man," said his mom.

"Mom, no! I need to get dressed!"

"You shamed this family in front of the whole neighborhood, young man, so now it's your turn."

"I can't! Not in my underpants! Not outside!"

"We're allowing you to keep your underpants as a privilege, young man," said his dad. "A privilege we could just as easily revoke..."

"Your choice, Mark, underpants, or nothing," said Jane.

Mark looked completely trapped. "Underpants," he said in the barest whisper.

His father and mother then took him to Mrs. Henderson's house to wash the egg off of it. Mark was very embarrassed to be doing this in his underpants, but he knew the alternative was worse.

As they walked to Mrs. Henderson's house, Mark was acutely aware of the stares of passersby. He knew that his spanked bottom, legs, and thighs glowed red around his white underpants, leaving no doubt to anyone who saw him that he had been punished with a spanking.

Mark felt a wave of shame wash over him, and he tried to keep his head down as they walked. He could hear his sisters giggling behind him, and he knew that they were enjoying his humiliation. 

As they arrived at Mrs. Henderson's house, she fetched some cleaning supplies for Mark and handed them to him.

"Do a good job," she said, indicating the front door he had egged, and handed him a bucket of soapy water and a sponge. He began to scrub the egg off of the house, his face burning with embarrassment.

As he worked, he could hear Mrs. Henderson talking to his parents. She was telling them how much she appreciated their efforts to teach Mark a lesson. She said that she hoped that he had learned his lesson and that he would never do something like this again.

Some neighbors came by to watch, and Mark felt even more humiliated as they congratulated his parents on disciplining their child. He could hear their whispers and comments, and he knew that he would never live this down.

Once Mark felt he could get no more done, he stopped and Mrs. Henderson and his parents came over to inspect. The door was cleaned, but the paint was clearly ruined in spots, which angered them all some more.

"We'll pay to get that professionally re-painted, Mrs. Henderson," David said, "and this young man will pay us back every cent from his allowance."

 

Chapter 7: Trip Home

"Don't bother," said Mrs. Henderson. "It needed re-painting anyways, and this is just speeding up the process. However, in light of that, may I suggest an additional punishment for your boy?"

"Of course," both David and Jane said.

"Boy! Come here!" Mrs. Henderson said sharply.

Mark made his way to her, and his heart sank as Mrs. Henderson reached out and hooked the fronts of his underpants down and under his penis and testicles. She then turned him around and tugged up high on the back waistband of his underpants, wedging the material tightly into his crack and against his bumhole.

"Walk him home like that," said Mrs. Henderson with a broad smirk on her face. To Mark's horror, his parents agreed fully. His father took the material at the back, pulled up harder, and suspended Mark there, practically on his tiptoes.

Everybody laughed, including sisters, neighbors, and even some girls from Mark's grade who had happened by, as Mark dangled there, almost completely naked, dancing from toe to toe as the tightly wedged material cut up into his bum crack and lifted and compressed his penis and testicles, which were waving wildly in the air.

"Look at his red bum!" called out one the girls from his class.

"Never mind that," said another, "how about his little thingy!"

Mark felt completely exposed and humiliated as his whole spanked bottom cheeks and genitals were now visible. His father pulled up harder and made Mark walk home like that, practically on his tiptoes the whole way.

As they walked, both Mark's parents smacked his bottom every few steps, causing him to yelp in pain and embarrassment and thrust his hips forward. He could feel the eyes of the whole neighborhood on him, and he knew that his humiliation would be the talk of the town for weeks to come. Mark felt a deep sense of shame wash over him, and he wished that the ground would swallow him up.

Finally, they arrived back at Mark's house. His father released the waistband of his underpants, and Mark gingerly plucked the material out from between his bum cheeks and from beneath his now well-punished testicles.

 

Chapter 8: Corner Time

As they re-entered their house, Mark's mother led him to the hallway and made him stand with his nose against the wall. She then lowered his white briefs to his ankles, leaving him completely exposed once again.

"Mark, you're going to stand here until bedtime as part of your punishment and think about what you've done," she said, her voice cold.

Mark's sisters giggled and whispered to each other, pointing at Mark's exposed bottom and making comments about his red cheeks and the humiliating position he was in.

Mark felt another deep sense of shame wash over him, and he wished that he could just disappear. He could hear his sisters' teasing and laughter, and he knew that they would never let him live this down.

"Mom, please, I've learned my lesson," Mark said, his voice trembling. "Can't I just go to my room?"

His mother shook her head. "No, Mark," she said. "You need to learn that actions have consequences. And part of your punishment is self-reflection right here where we all can keep our eyes on you."

Mark's sisters continued to tease him, making comments about his red bottom and how he must have learned his lesson now. Mark could feel his face burning with embarrassment, and he wished that he could just cover himself up and hide from the world.

"Look at Mark's red bottom," Emma giggled. "He looks like a baboon!"

Sarah joined in, "Yeah, and his little white briefs around his ankles just make it even funnier!"

Mark blushed even deeper, wishing he could just disappear into the wall. The teasing made the punishment even more unbearable.

As the minutes ticked by, Mark's legs began to ache, and his nose grew sore from pressing against the wall. He shifted uncomfortably, but his parents had instructed him not to move, so he remained in place.

"You know, Mark," his father said, "if you had behaved properly in the first place, you wouldn't be standing here with your pants down."

Mark sniffled, "I know, Dad. I'm sorry."

His father nodded, "Well, hopefully this will teach you a lesson." 

The hours passed slowly, and Mark's nose remained pressed against the wall, his bottom exposed for all to see. He could hear his sisters' laughter and his parents' approval of their teasing, and he knew that he would never forget this day.

As the night wore on, Mark stood in the hallway, nose pressed against the wall, and his white briefs around his ankles. He listened to the sounds of dinner that he was missing and then the sounds of his family going about their evening routine.

 

Chapter 9: Bedtime Belting

"Come along young, man," said his mother suddenly, taking him by the ear, "you have one more spanking before we're done."

"Oh, no, Mom, please!" he begged.

As Mark was led by his ear up to his bedroom, his heart pounded in his chest. His mother pushed him into his bedroom where his father was waiting with his belt in hand.

"Mark," his father said, his voice stern. "Don't think you're getting off without a good dose of strap-oil on that bare little butt."

His dad rubbed his belt down with an oiled cloth as Mark watched. "This should do the trick," his dad said as he coated his belt with the strap-oil.

His father made Mark lie over the edge of his bed, his bottom exposed to the air. Mark could feel the cool breeze on his skin, and he knew that it would soon be replaced by the sting of his father's belt.

The first crack of the belt against Mark's bottom was sharp and painful, and he let out a yelp of surprise. He tried to squirm away, but his father held him firmly in place with his free hand pressing him into the bed at his lower back.

The belt continued to land on Mark's bottom, each stroke more painful than the last. Mark cried out in pain, begging for his father to stop, but the punishment continued.

By the final stroke, Mark was sobbing uncontrollably, his bottom and thighs, inner and backs, burning with pain. He felt his father's hand on his back, rubbing it gently.

"Mark," his father said softly. "I hope you have learned your lesson. You will not disrespect our neighbors or anyone else again."

Mark nodded, unable to speak through his tears. He knew that he deserved this punishment, but that didn't make it any easier to bear.

His father helped him up from the bed and had him lay face down atop his sheets. Mark's bum was in no shape to sleep on tonight, or even be covered by a light sheet.

His dad walked to the bedroom door.

"Girls!" he called, and Emma and Sarah came over. "This is what happens when you do something as irresponsible as what Mark did."

The girls stared wide-eyed at Mark's bare bottom, trembling atop his bed. While it had been red before, it was now crimson red and criss-crossed with purple welts from the belt. Mark's legs were spread, his inner thighs too sore from the belt whips to think of closing. As a result, as he writhed in pain on the bed, the girls had a clear view of his by now very familiar penis and testicles writhing against the bed between his legs.

With that, his dad turned out his light and closed his door, leaving Mark laying on his tummy, his bottom still burning, crying himself to sleep.

 

Chapter 10: Schoolday Teasing

Mark walked into school the next day, feeling like everyone was staring at him. The rumors had spread quickly, and it seemed like everyone knew about his humiliating punishment. His sisters made sure the story was accurately told.

His classmates whispered and giggled as he walked by, making comments about his dad spanking him naked over his knee, having to clean off the egg in his underpants, and having to walk home with a cock-out wedgie. Mark's face burned with shame, and he wished that he could just disappear.

On his way home, a group of girls approached him, their eyes filled with mischief. They teased him about how embarrassed he must have been as his mommy spanked him in the diaper position, his pee pee and butthole all on display while old lady Henderson watched.

"Did your mommy put you in a diaper after, Mark?" one of the girls asked, a smirk on her face. "Did you wet it?"

Mark felt his face turn bright red, and he didn't know how to respond. The girls laughed and walked away, leaving him standing there, feeling more humiliated than ever before.

As he walked home, Mark realized that his punishment had not ended with the spanking. The teasing and humiliation would continue for a long time, and he would have to learn to live with it.

Chapter 11: Zero Tolerance

Mark walked into his house, feeling angry and frustrated. The teasing he had received at school had been too much to bear, and he blamed his mother for the humiliation he had endured.

He found his mother in the kitchen and started yelling at her, his voice filled with anger and resentment. His mother listened to him for a moment, but then she grabbed him by the arm and led him over to the kitchen table.

"Mark, I will not tolerate such behavior," she said, her voice stern. "You need to learn to not talk to your mother in that tone. From now on it is zero tolerance for you!"

Without warning, she pulled down Mark's pants and underpants, leaving him exposed from the waist down. She then took him over her knee and began to spank him, her hand coming down hard on his bare bottom.

Mark's sisters watched from the doorway, their eyes wide with surprise. Mark felt a deep sense of humiliation as he lay across his mother's lap, his bottom red and sore from the spanking.

After a few minutes, his mother stopped spanking him and stood him up. "Mark, you will stand in timeout until your father comes home," she said, her voice cold.

Mark stood in the corner of the kitchen, his pants and underpants still down around his ankles. His sisters giggled and whispered to each other, pointing at his red bottom and making comments about his punishment.

Mark realized that his days of private punishments were over. His family had no qualms about humiliating him in front of others, and he would have to learn to live with that as well.

 

Chapter 11: Wait 'Till Daddy Gets Home

When Mark's father arrived home and saw Mark standing in the corner with his pants and underpants down, he must couldn't believe he had misbehaved again, so soon after the egging. He asked his wife what had happened, and she recounted how Mark had yelled at her and blamed her for the teasing he had received at school.

Mark's father became angry, and he pulled Mark into the living room for another hard spanking. He sat down on the couch and put Mark across his lap, his hand coming down hard on Mark's bare bottom.

Mark cried out in pain as his father's hand landed on his already sore bottom. The spanking was much longer and harder than his mother's, and Mark could feel tears streaming down his face.

After the spanking, Mark's father stood him up and made him stand in the corner, his pants and underpants still down around his ankles. Mark's bottom was red and sore, and he could feel the sting of the spanking with every movement.

At dinner time, Mark's bottom was so sore that he was unable to sit down. His father made him stand at the mantle, eating his dinner while his sisters giggled and whispered to each other. Mark's dad made him keep his pants down so the girls could see his punished bottom and little penis, and Mark felt a deep sense of humiliation.

From then on, whenever Mark's mother would say "wait until your father comes home," he would break out into a cold sweat. He knew that his father's punishments were much worse than his mother's, and he would do anything to avoid them.

FIN