Fiction: Tommy and the Girls (MFFFF/M)

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In a 1950s middle American setting, Tommy Johnson repeatedly teases his younger sister, Susie, until his father administers a severe and public spanking in front of the family and guests, including his girl cousins and their friends. The humiliation deepens when the girls later enter his room to tease him further. Years later, Tommy reconnects with one of the friends who makes his submissive dreams come true.

Tommy and the Girls

The Johnson family lived in a typical suburban neighborhood in the 1950s, a time when community values were strict, and discipline was often meted out through corporal punishment. The Johnson home was a quintessential representation of this era, with its neat lawn, white picket fence, and a living room that served as the heart of family life.

Tommy Johnson, a mischievous boy, had a reputation for teasing his younger sister, Suzie. Suzie was a sweet and sensitive girl who often found herself the target of Tommy’s relentless pranks. Despite numerous warnings and two previous spankings, Tommy’s behavior showed no signs of improvement.

One hot summer afternoon when the extended family had all gathered, Tommy’s teasing escalated. He had pulled Suzie’s pigtails, hidden her favorite doll, and called her names until she burst into tears. This time, his father, Mr. Johnson, had had enough. The sound of Suzie’s sobs brought him storming into the living room where Tommy stood, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Tommy Johnson, I warned you what would happen if you kept teasing your sister,” Mr. Johnson’s voice was stern, resonating with authority. “You've been warned. You've been grounded. You've been spanked. Now you’re going to get your spanking right here, right now.”

Tommy’s grin vanished, replaced by a look of sheer terror. Spankings were always given behind closed doors, away from prying eyes. But today, the living room was filled with witnesses: his aunts and uncles, Suzie, still sniffling, his slightly older cousins Maggie and Jane, and the cousins' friends Lisa and Emily, who had come over to join the gathering.

“Please, Dad, not here! Not in front of everyone!” Tommy pleaded, his voice trembling.

Mr. Johnson’s resolve was unshakable. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson about respecting your sister and heeding warnings.”

As Mr. Johnson announced Tommy’s spanking, the girls’ minds raced with a mix of nervous anticipation and disbelief. Spankings were usually on the bare bum, they all knew that, but surely not in front of everyone. Maybe he’ll just spank him across the seat of his pants... Even if Mr. Johnson pulled down Tommy’s pants, surely he’d leave his underpants up—that would be embarrassing enough. The cousins and their friends exchanged uneasy glances, each thinking the same thing: There’s no way he’ll bare him in front of us… right?

Tommy’s heart pounded as his father placed a wooden chair in the center of the room. Mr. Johnson sat down, his expression a mix of disappointment and determination. He beckoned Tommy over, but the boy was frozen with fear, his feet seemingly glued to the spot.

Seeing his son’s reluctance, Mr. Johnson stood up. As soon as Tommy saw his father stand with such a stern expression, a deep sense of dread settled in the pit of his stomach. The room seemed to grow quieter, the eyes of his family members all fixed on him, as if anticipating what was to come. Please, not here… not in front of everyone… The unspoken plea echoed in his mind, but Tommy knew it was hopeless.

Mr. Johnson stepped forward and, with a swift and practiced motion, bent down to grasp Tommy firmly around the waist. In one powerful movement, his father lifted him off the ground, tucking Tommy under one strong arm as if he weighed nothing at all. The sudden shift left Tommy disoriented, his legs dangling helplessly in the air, kicking reflexively as he struggled to process what was happening. He’s really going to carry me like this…

The sense of powerlessness washed over Tommy like a tidal wave. Being held like this—his body suspended in the air, completely at his father’s mercy—made him feel small, like a child being carried to his inevitable punishment. He could feel his father’s arm pressing into his stomach, holding him securely in place, and no amount of squirming could loosen that iron grip. I can’t get down… I can’t stop this…

The room seemed to close in on him as his father carried him effortlessly across the floor, heading straight for the spanking chair. Every pair of eyes in the room followed their progress, and Tommy’s heart pounded with humiliation. They’re all watching… they’re going to see everything… The thought of being disciplined like this, in such a humiliating manner, made his face burn with shame.

When Mr. Johnson had swooped down and effortlessly lifted Tommy by the waist, the girls in the room had exchanged wide-eyed glances, their initial surprise quickly giving way to a mix of emotions—curiosity, amusement, and a hint of disbelief.

Tommy’s little sister, Suzie, couldn’t suppress the triumphant grin that spread across her face. He’s getting it good this time… she thought, her eyes locked on her brother’s squirming form as he was hoisted off the ground. Suzie had always been the younger sibling, often feeling like she was the one who got into trouble. But now, seeing Tommy so helpless, so out of control, filled her with a sense of vindication. Maybe now he’ll think twice before picking on me.

The older cousins, Maggie and Jane, watched with a mix of fascination and amusement. They had seen Tommy get in trouble before, but never like this—never with their uncle lifting him up like a little kid in front of everyone. I can’t believe he’s just carrying him like that, Maggie thought, her lips curling into a smile. The image of Tommy’s legs kicking helplessly in the air was almost too much; she bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud. He looks so ridiculous… she mused, relishing the rare opportunity to see her younger boy cousin, who often tried to act tough around them, reduced to such a humiliating position.

Jane, sitting beside Maggie, felt a mixture of embarrassment for Tommy and a strange sense of intrigue. I can’t imagine how he must be feeling right now… she thought, but even as she sympathized with him, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. The way their uncle had him completely under control, carrying him as if he were nothing more than a naughty child, struck her as both authoritative and oddly fascinating. He’s going to be so embarrassed… Jane could almost feel the secondhand embarrassment tingling up her spine, but there was also a part of her that found the entire scene too compelling to look away from.

The cousins’ friends, Emily and Lisa, exchanged incredulous looks, their eyes widening in unison as Tommy was carried across the room. Is this really happening? Emily thought, struggling to hold back a nervous giggle. She had never seen anything like this before—it was like something out of a story, and she could hardly believe it was real. He looks just like a little kid…

Lisa, meanwhile, was trying to process the odd mix of emotions she felt. Part of her was shocked—she had never expected to witness something so personal, so intimate in its embarrassment. But another part of her was almost impressed by the sheer authority Mr. Johnson wielded over Tommy. He’s so in control… she thought, her gaze fixed on Tommy’s red face and desperate kicking. I wonder how long it’ll take before he starts crying… The thought lingered, a curious fascination that she couldn’t quite shake.

As Mr. Johnson carried Tommy across the room, the boy’s pleas grew more frantic. His voice, trembling with fear and desperation, echoed in the silent space.

“Please, Dad, don’t do it on my bare bum! Not in front of everyone, please!” Tommy’s words came out in a rush, his breath catching in his throat as he struggled against his father’s firm grip. His legs kicked uselessly in the air, his hands grasping at his father’s arm in a futile attempt to gain some control over the situation.

But Mr. Johnson remained resolute, his silence more terrifying than any response he could have given. His expression was set, eyes focused ahead as he approached the chair where the spanking would take place. The absence of any reply only deepened Tommy’s dread, confirming that his father had no intention of granting him the mercy he so desperately sought.

The girls watched with wide eyes, their hearts pounding as they witnessed Tommy’s frantic struggle. The tension in the room was palpable, every second stretching out as they waited to see what would happen next. He’s really not going to say anything… they thought, the realization sinking in that Mr. Johnson’s silence meant only one thing: Tommy’s pleas were falling on deaf ears.

Mr. Johnson reached the chair and, without hesitation, sat down, bringing Tommy with him. With the same effortless strength, he shifted Tommy’s body, positioning him over his lap. Tommy’s legs kicked out involuntarily, but it was no use—his father’s grip remained firm, holding him in place as if he were nothing more than a misbehaving toddler. This is really happening…

Tommy could feel the solidness of his father’s lap beneath him, the hard chair beneath that, grounding him in the reality of his situation. The arm around his waist tightened, pulling him closer, while his father’s other hand pressed down on his back, forcing him to bend over further. His bottom was now perfectly positioned, exposed and vulnerable, ready for the punishment that was about to begin. The reality of his helplessness settled in, the weight of his situation pressing down on him just as heavily as the arm that held him in place.

"No, no, please!"

The room was silent except for Tommy’s desperate pleas. With practiced precision, Mr. Johnson reached under and began to unbutton Tommy’s pants. The boy’s struggles intensified, but his father’s grip was unyielding.

“Please, Dad! No! Not in front of them!” Tommy begged, tears streaming down his face.

Ignoring his son’s pleas, Mr. Johnson tugged down Tommy’s pants, revealing his plain white underpants. He kicked his legs and cried out, but Mr. Johnson’s hold on him remained firm.

“Tommy, you brought this on yourself. You need to understand the consequences of your actions,” Mr. Johnson said calmly, his voice cutting through Tommy’s sobs.

As Tommy felt his pants being tugged down, a wave of panic surged through him. No, please, not in front of everyone! His mind raced as he tried to comprehend the humiliation that was about to unfold. The cold air against the exposed skin of his legs made him shiver, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread settling in his stomach. They’re all watching… My sister, my cousins… even their friends! The thought of those girls, his cousins’ friends, seeing him like this was almost too much to bear.

As Mr. Johnson pulled Tommy’s pants down, revealing his plain white underpants, both cousins felt a rush of disbelief and embarrassment—not just for Tommy, but for themselves as well. Is this really happening? Maggie thought, her face flushing with a mix of shock and something she couldn’t quite name. The room seemed to hold its breath, every eye fixed on the scene unfolding before them.

Jane's initial amusement quickly turned to astonishment. No way… he’s really going to do it… she thought, her mind racing as she tried to process the reality of the situation. When their uncle’s hands moved to the waistband of Tommy’s underpants, Jane's breath caught in her throat. He’s not going to… But as the fabric slowly slid down, exposing Tommy’s bare bottom to everyone in the room, there was no denying it.

Emily and Lisa, who had been quietly observing, were equally stunned. The sight of their friend’s cousin being bared like this, so completely and publicly, was something they had never expected to witness. Oh my God, we’re really seeing this… Emily thought, her face burning with secondhand embarrassment. She glanced at Lisa, who looked just as shocked, her hand covering her mouth in disbelief.

I can’t believe we’re seeing his bare butt… Lisa's mind raced, caught between the sheer disbelief of what was happening and the strange fascination that kept her eyes glued to the scene. This was beyond anything she had ever imagined—a private, humiliating moment laid bare for all to see. How is he ever going to face us after this?

As Tommy’s underpants were pulled down to his knees, leaving his bottom completely exposed, the girls couldn’t help but stare. The sight of his bare skin, so vulnerable and on display, made their hearts race with a mix of shock, embarrassment, and something almost like curiosity. This is so embarrassing for him… Maggie thought, biting her lip as she watched Tommy squirm in his father’s lap, his face flushed with shame.

Suzie, despite her initial satisfaction, now felt a pang of sympathy for her brother. I didn’t think Dad would actually do it… she thought, her earlier sense of victory now mingling with a deep sense of unease. Seeing Tommy like this, so completely exposed and helpless, made her realize just how serious their father was about discipline. He must be so embarrassed…

Jane, who had always been the more composed of the cousins, found herself at a loss for words. I can’t believe we’re seeing this… she thought, her mind still reeling from the shock. The image of Tommy’s bare bottom, over his Daddy's lap, was something she knew she would never forget. The sense of powerlessness that Tommy must be feeling was almost palpable, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

Emily and Lisa, meanwhile, could hardly believe what they were witnessing. The sheer audacity of it—of seeing someone their age bared and about to be spanked in front of a room full of people—was almost surreal. This is insane… Emily thought, her heart racing as she watched, unable to look away. I can’t believe we’re seeing his bare butt… The thought kept repeating in her mind, a mix of astonishment and embarrassment that she couldn’t quite shake.

Lisa, still covering her mouth, felt her cheeks burning with secondhand shame. How can he stand this? she wondered, her eyes fixed on Tommy’s exposed bottom. The intimacy of the moment, the rawness of the imminent punishment, made her feel like an intruder on something intensely private, yet she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

As Tommy felt his father’s hands grasp the waistband of his underpants, a cold wave of dread washed over him. No… please, no… His thoughts raced, panic tightening his chest. The reality of what was about to happen felt surreal, almost like a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from. He had pleaded, begged, and struggled, but none of it mattered. His father was determined, and now there was no escape.

He’s really going to do it… The thought hammered in his mind, each word heavy with fear and humiliation. He could feel the tension in the room, the eyes of everyone watching, waiting to see just how far this punishment would go. The fabric of his underpants, his last shred of dignity, was slowly being peeled away, and with it went any hope he had of retaining some semblance of control over the situation.

When the cool air hit his now bare bottom, Tommy’s face burned with shame. This can’t be happening… not in front of everyone… His fists clenched tightly, his knuckles white as he gripped the sides of the chair, trying to ground himself in any way he could. But the reality of his exposure was undeniable. The vulnerability he felt was overwhelming, his heart pounding in his chest as he lay there, completely exposed and utterly powerless.

Tommy’s breath hitched, his eyes stinging with tears he could no longer hold back. The humiliation was suffocating. They’re all looking at me… His mind kept repeating the thought, each repetition driving the shame deeper. He imagined the expressions on their faces—his little sister, his cousins, their friends—all of them seeing him like this, stripped of every last bit of his pride.

His father’s silence only made it worse. There was no mercy in the way his underpants were pulled down, no hesitation. The firm, deliberate motion spoke volumes: this was going to be a thorough punishment, one that Tommy wouldn’t soon forget. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping somehow it would lessen the embarrassment, but it only intensified the feelings of helplessness and shame.

I can’t believe this is happening… The thought circled in his mind, over and over, like a relentless drumbeat, each repetition driving the reality of his situation deeper into his consciousness. His father’s firm, unyielding hands held him in place, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His underpants, the last barrier between him and total humiliation, were now crumpled around his thighs, leaving his bare bottom exposed to the cool air and the unblinking stares of everyone in the room.

Tommy’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he fought to keep control, but it was a losing battle. The tears that had been threatening to spill over finally broke free, streaming down his flushed cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of his situation. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape the overwhelming sense of vulnerability and shame that consumed him.

They’re all seeing me… The thought pounded in his head, each word sending a fresh wave of humiliation crashing over him. He could almost feel their eyes on him—his little sister’s triumphant gaze, his cousins’ amused smirks, and the wide-eyed curiosity of their friends. It was as if the room itself was closing in on him, the weight of their judgment pressing down, making it hard to breathe.

Tommy’s fists tightened around the legs of the spanking chair, his knuckles white as he tried to hold on to something—anything—that would give him a sense of control, but it was no use. His body tensed, every muscle rigid with the effort of trying to hold himself together, but the tears wouldn’t stop, and neither would the shaking in his limbs.

Please, just let it end… The desperate plea echoed in his mind, but he knew there would be no reprieve. His father had made his decision, and there was no turning back. The spanking was inevitable, and it was going to be on the bare, right in front of everyone.

The sense of helplessness was overwhelming, like a heavy weight pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. Tommy could feel the sting of embarrassment and the anticipation of the pain that was about to come. His skin prickled with the cold, the bare flesh of his bottom feeling almost unbearably exposed, each second of waiting drawing out the torment.

I’ve never been this humiliated in my life… The thought sat heavy in his mind, the reality of it sinking deeper with each passing moment. He had been disciplined before, but never like this, never with such a public display of his vulnerability. The sheer embarrassment of having his bottom bared in front of so many people was almost worse than the spanking itself. Almost.

Tommy’s sobs grew louder, his body trembling as he braced himself for the first swat. There was no escape, no way to lessen the impact of what was about to happen. He was completely at his father’s mercy, and the knowledge of that only deepened the sense of dread that filled him. His father’s silence, his unyielding grip, all served to drive home the reality that this punishment was going to be as thorough and as humiliating as possible.

And as Tommy lay there, his bare bottom exposed and his face inches from the ground, he knew that this was a moment he would never forget—no matter how much he wished he could.

The spanking began with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the room. Tommy’s cries grew louder with each swat, his legs kicking futilely. Tommy’s pleas for mercy filled the room, but they fell on deaf ears. The gathered family watched with varying expressions—some stern, some sympathetic, and others merely curious.

This can’t be happening… Tommy’s heart pounded in his chest, his face flushed with a mix of shame and fear. He desperately wished for the ground to swallow him whole, to escape the prying eyes of his family. The embarrassment was overwhelming, a burning sensation that matched the growing sting on his bare bottom. They’ll never forget this… I’ll never live this down…

Mr. Johnson delivered a thorough spanking, ensuring that the lesson would not be forgotten soon. Tommy’s bottom turned a deep shade of red, and his cries became a steady wail.

As his father’s hand continued to descend, Tommy’s thoughts spiraled deeper into despair. Why won’t he stop? I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… But the punishment went on, his cries and apologies mingling with the sound of the spanking. Each swat was a reminder of his helplessness, his complete and utter lack of control. I’m exposed, humiliated… and there’s nothing I can do…

All he wanted was for it to end, for the unbearable shame to be over. But as he lay there, bared and vulnerable in front of everyone he knew, Tommy couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment would haunt him forever. They’ll never see me the same way again…

Meanwhile, the girls watched in stunned fascination. The initial shock had given way to a strange, almost guilty pleasure as they took in the scene before them. With each swat, Tommy’s bare bottom grew redder, the color deepening to an astonishing shade that seemed to radiate heat. The sound of the smacks filled the room, sharp and unrelenting, punctuated by Tommy’s increasingly desperate cries and the pitiful kicking of his legs.

Suzie had started out feeling a mix of triumph and sympathy, but as the spanking went on, her feelings shifted. He’s finally getting what he deserves… she thought, her eyes fixed on her brother’s reddening bottom. The way he kicked and cried, like a baby unable to control his emotions, only reinforced her belief that this was exactly what he needed. He’s always been such a brat… maybe this will teach him a lesson. There was a small, smug satisfaction in knowing that the tables had turned, that for once, Tommy was the one being put in his place.

Maggie and Jane, who had been trying to keep their reactions in check, found themselves drawn into the moment. The sight of their cousin, normally so full of bluster, reduced to tears and frantic kicking, was both surprising and oddly satisfying. I should feel bad for him… Maggie thought, but the truth was, she didn’t. Instead, she felt a rush of something close to delight as she watched Tommy’s bottom turn an even deeper shade of red. He’s always been such a little terror… it’s about time someone put him in his place.

Jane, too, felt a thrill run through her as she watched Tommy’s struggles grow more frantic. Look at him… she thought, a small, almost wicked smile playing on her lips. He’s crying like a baby… There was something deeply satisfying about seeing the boy who had always acted so tough reduced to this—kicking, sobbing, and utterly helpless. The guilt she thought she should feel never came; instead, she felt a strange sense of justice being served. He’s getting exactly what he deserves.

Emily and Lisa, the friends who had initially been shocked by the scene, were now completely absorbed in it. This is incredible… Emily thought, unable to tear her eyes away from Tommy’s squirming form. She knew she should probably feel bad for him—after all, it was a pretty intense punishment—but she couldn’t help the small surge of excitement she felt as she watched. He’s always been such a brat… it’s about time someone took him down a notch.

Lisa, who had been covering her mouth to hide her reaction, now found herself smiling behind her hand. He looks so pathetic… she thought, her eyes glued to Tommy’s bright red bottom, which seemed to glow with the intensity of the spanking. The way he kicked and cried, completely overwhelmed by the punishment, was oddly satisfying to watch. He’s always acted like he was better than everyone else… now look at him. There was no pity in her thoughts—just a sense of satisfaction that the bratty boy was finally getting what he had coming.

As the spanking went on, the girls exchanged glances, their earlier shock replaced by a shared understanding. None of them would say it out loud, but they were all thinking the same thing: Tommy deserved this. The brat who had tormented his sister, annoyed them, and acted like he was invincible was now crying and kicking like a helpless child, his bottom a vivid, angry red. And while they knew they should probably feel bad for him, they didn’t.

This is what happens when you act like a brat, Suzie thought, her satisfaction growing with each swat. Maybe now he’ll finally learn his lesson.

Maggie and Jane felt the same way—there was no pity, no sympathy, just a deep sense of justice being served. He’s finally getting what’s coming to him, they both thought, their eyes locked on Tommy’s reddening bottom.

Emily and Lisa, who had been mere observers, now found themselves silently cheering on the spanking. He deserves every bit of this, they both thought, watching with rapt attention as Tommy’s kicking grew more desperate, his cries louder and more frantic. There was no doubt in their minds that this was exactly what Tommy needed—and they were more than happy to witness it.

As the spanking drew on, the girls’ thoughts were united in their belief that this was a moment of well-deserved comeuppance for the bratty boy. And while they knew they should feel bad for enjoying it, none of them could bring themselves to care. Tommy had finally been put in his place, and for the girls who had endured his antics for so long, it was a moment of sweet, undeniable satisfaction.

Tommy’s initial shock and pain gave way to a deep, overwhelming humiliation. Each swat of his father’s hard hand stung worse than the last, searing into his bare bottom with a relentless, punishing force. But it wasn’t just the physical pain that tormented him—it was the sheer shame of being spanked like a little child, right in front of everyone he knew.

“Please, Dad, stop! I’m sorry! I’ll be good, I promise!” Tommy’s voice cracked as he pleaded, the words spilling out in desperation. He couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe he was reduced to begging like this in front of his little sister, his cousins, and their friends. But his father’s hand didn’t pause, didn’t falter. The punishment continued unabated, as if Tommy’s tearful pleas meant nothing.

I’m crying like a baby… The thought twisted in his mind, adding to the shame that burned just as intensely as the swats landing on his bare skin. His sobs grew louder, more desperate, but his father remained silent, focused entirely on delivering the lesson he deemed necessary. The room seemed to close in around Tommy, the walls pressing in as his humiliation mounted with every second that passed. They’re all watching… seeing me like this…

“Please! Please, Dad, not in front of them! I can’t… I can’t take it!” Tommy’s voice broke again, his pleas turning into pitiful whimpers as the spanking went on. He kicked his legs in a futile attempt to escape, but his father’s grip was unyielding, keeping him firmly in place over his knee. The sound of his father’s hand smacking his bare bottom echoed through the room, a harsh reminder of just how helpless Tommy was.

He’s spanking me on the bare… in front of everyone… The thought was unbearable, making his stomach twist with dread and shame. The pain was intense, yes, but the humiliation was far worse. He could feel the tears streaming down his face, his body trembling with sobs he couldn’t control. I’m being punished like a little kid… The realization hit him again and again with each swat, driving home just how powerless he was in this moment.

“Dad, please… I’ll be good! I’m begging you, please stop!” Tommy cried out, his voice hoarse and broken. But his father’s hand kept coming down, each swat as hard and deliberate as the last. Tommy’s heart sank as he realized that his pleas were falling on deaf ears, that nothing he said would make his father relent.

I can’t believe I’m begging… The shame of it gnawed at him, made worse by the knowledge that everyone could hear him, could see him laid bare, not just physically but emotionally. The tough, confident facade he had always tried to maintain was completely shattered, leaving him exposed in every sense of the word. They’ll never forget this… I’ll never forget this…

The spanking continued, the pain in his bottom now a deep, throbbing burn that seemed to radiate through his entire body. But more than the physical pain, it was the humiliation that consumed him. How can I ever face them again? The thought echoed in his mind, making the tears flow even harder. His pride was gone, his dignity stripped away with every swat of his father’s hand. He was nothing more than a sobbing, pleading child, completely at his father’s mercy.

“Please, I’ll do anything… just stop… just stop…” Tommy’s voice was barely more than a whisper now, his strength fading as the punishment continued. His father’s hand was unrelenting, turning his bottom a deep crimson hue, the pain searing into his very being. But it was the knowledge that he was being spanked like this, publicly, with just his father’s hand, that hurt the most.

I’m so humiliated… The thought settled in his mind, a painful truth that he couldn’t escape. The spanking had reduced him to this—crying, begging, completely exposed in front of everyone. As the last few swats landed, Tommy’s spirit felt utterly broken. The pain in his bottom would eventually fade, but the humiliation of this moment would linger, haunting him long after the tears had dried. I’ll never live this down… The finality of that thought weighed heavily on him, a bitter reminder of the day he was publicly, thoroughly spanked like a little child, with nothing left to hide.

By the time Mr. Johnson finished, Tommy was a sobbing, remorseful mess, his spirit thoroughly broken. The relentless, searing heat in his bottom was a constant reminder of the punishment he had just endured, but what weighed even heavier on him was the crushing shame of it all. It’s over… but I’m still here… he thought miserably, too exhausted and embarrassed to move.

Tommy’s mind raced as he felt his father’s hands reach down to grasp the waistband of his underpants. The very thought of his father touching him again, even in such a mundane act, sent a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over him. Please, just let this be over… he pleaded silently, his face burning with shame.

As his father began to pull the underpants up over his tender, sore bottom, the fabric scraping against his skin, Tommy winced. But it wasn’t the pain that truly bothered him—it was the humiliation of being dressed like a helpless child. His father’s hands moved with calm precision, making sure the underpants were properly adjusted, and when they reached the front, Tommy felt his stomach twist with mortification.

His father carefully manipulated the fabric, ensuring that Tommy was fully covered, and the way he had to adjust him—tucking him back in—felt like the final blow to his already shattered pride. Oh God, this is so embarrassing… Tommy’s thoughts screamed, his cheeks flushing even deeper. The intimacy of the moment, the way his father handled him with such matter-of-fact care, made him feel utterly powerless and small.

He’s treating me like a little kid… The thought stung, cutting deeper than even the spanking had. His father’s attention to detail, making sure he was modestly covered in front, was a reminder of how thoroughly he had been stripped of his dignity. It was as if his father was making sure Tommy knew just how in control he was, right down to the most private aspects of his punishment.

When his father finally finished, Tommy felt a momentary relief, but it was quickly overshadowed by the lingering shame. As his father began to lift him to his feet, Tommy’s legs wobbled, his body still shaky from the ordeal. He was standing now, but the sense of exposure and vulnerability didn’t leave him—his pants were still bunched around his ankles, leaving him feeling just as exposed as before.

Tommy’s legs wobbled, both from the physical strain and the emotional weight of the moment. He stood there in his underpants, his hands trembling at his sides. The room seemed too quiet, the air thick with the tension of what had just transpired.

“Now, Tommy,” his father’s voice was firm, brooking no argument, “you’re going to apologize to your sister and to everyone else for having to see you punished.”

Apologize? After all this? Tommy’s heart sank even further. The idea of standing there, in front of all those eyes that had just witnessed his complete humiliation, and apologizing… it felt like too much to bear. His eyes darted to his sister, his cousins, their friends, his aunts and uncles—each one of them looking at him, waiting. He could feel their judgment, their amusement, their pity. The last remnants of his pride were crumbling, and he wanted nothing more than to disappear.

The girls couldn’t help but exchange quick glances, their thoughts swirling with a mixture of lingering satisfaction and fresh amusement. The sight of him standing there, his underpants pulled up but his pants still bunched around his ankles, was almost comical. His face was red from both crying and embarrassment, his eyes puffy and downcast as he avoided meeting anyone’s gaze.

Suzie felt a surge of triumph as she watched her older brother squirm in front of everyone. This is perfect… she thought, watching him in such a humiliating position. He always teased me, acted like he was better than me… and now he has to apologize to me in front of everyone. The power shift was undeniable, and Suzie couldn’t help but relish in it. She had never seen Tommy so humbled, so thoroughly put in his place, and it filled her with a sense of vindication.

Maggie and Jane, who had been trying to stifle their smiles, now felt them creeping back onto their faces. The image of Tommy, pants at his ankles, standing there like a scolded child, was almost too much. This is unbelievable, Maggie thought, her eyes flicking to his tear-streaked face and then back to his awkward stance. He looks so pathetic… The apology that was about to come felt like the final, satisfying piece of the punishment.

Jane’s thoughts mirrored her cousin’s. He’s actually going to apologize… after all that… she thought, a smirk playing on her lips. She had always found Tommy’s teasing and bravado annoying, but now, seeing him like this—defeated, humiliated, and about to apologize—it felt like everything had come full circle. He’s finally getting what he deserves.

When Tommy finally began to speak, his voice was shaky, barely above a whisper. “I’m… I’m sorry, Suzie… for teasing you,” he mumbled, his gaze fixed firmly on the floor. Suzie felt a rush of satisfaction hearing those words, her earlier anger at his teasing now fully justified. That’s right, you should be sorry, she thought, her smirk widening. Daddy made you sorry...

“And… I’m sorry to all of you,” Tommy continued, his voice cracking as he tried to get the words out. “I’m sorry you had to watch me get punished…” The apology felt as painful to deliver as the spanking had been to endure, and it showed in every awkward, trembling word.

Maggie and Jane exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and approval. This is better than I could have imagined, Maggie thought, the satisfaction of hearing Tommy apologize almost as sweet as watching his punishment.

Emily and Lisa couldn’t help but smile at each other as Tommy stumbled through his apology. He must be dying of embarrassment right now, Emily thought, a slight thrill running through her as she watched. The apology, though awkward and forced, was the perfect conclusion to what they had witnessed. He deserves every bit of this.

As Tommy finished his apology, the room was filled with a sense of finality, the punishment complete. But for the girls, the memory of what they had just witnessed—Tommy’s spanking, his humiliation, and now his awkward, tearful apology—would linger. And while they knew they should perhaps feel some sympathy for him, none of them could deny the deep sense of satisfaction in seeing the brat get what he deserved.

The words of apology felt hollow to Tommy's own ears, a mere formality that did nothing to alleviate the deep sense of mortification he felt. He could see his little sister smirking, his cousins exchanging knowing glances, and the friends trying—and failing—to stifle their laughter. They’re all thinking about how pathetic I look…

As he stood there, Tommy’s thoughts were a storm of regret, shame, and humiliation. I’ll never forget this… and neither will they… The image of himself, standing there in his underpants, red-faced and teary-eyed, was burned into his mind—a painful reminder of a lesson learned in the most humiliating way possible.

As Tommy’s father reached down to grasp the waistband of his pants, a fresh wave of panic surged through him. No, not like this… please, not like this… The thought of being dressed like a toddler in front of everyone made Tommy’s stomach churn with shame. He could feel the eyes of his family fixed on him, waiting to see what would happen next.

When his father began to pull up his pants, Tommy couldn’t help but squirm, his body instinctively trying to resist the infantile treatment. His legs shuffled awkwardly, but his father’s grip was firm, guiding the pants up over his trembling legs. The fabric scraped against his sore, punished bottom, making him wince, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the emotional torment. I look like a little kid who can’t even dress himself…

Tommy’s hands fluttered helplessly at his sides, unsure of where to go or what to do. His father pulled the pants all the way up, giving them a final, firm tug to ensure they were properly in place. Tommy shifted from foot to foot, trying in vain to regain some sense of control, but his squirming only made him look more like a toddler being dressed by a parent. His father didn’t stop there; he methodically fastened the button and zipped up the fly, the precise, deliberate movements adding to the overall sense of infantilization.

Tommy could feel his face burning with shame, the tears welling up in his eyes once more. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the sobs threatening to escape. They’re all watching… The thought looped in his mind, a constant reminder of his complete and utter humiliation. He could almost hear the whispers, the giggles—imagining what they must be thinking of him as they watched him squirm under his father’s firm hand.

When his father finished, he gave Tommy a little pat on the backside, as if to signal that everything was in order, just like one might do with a small child. Tommy flinched at the touch, his shoulders hunching in a futile attempt to make himself smaller, less noticeable. This is so humiliating… The sensation of being dressed by his father in front of everyone felt like the final nail in the coffin of his dignity.

The girls had watched it all with a mix of astonishment and satisfaction. The sight of Tommy standing there, pants still around his ankles, was already a moment of pure humiliation, but seeing his father take over the task of dressing him—something that felt so infantile—added another layer to their amusement.

Suzie couldn’t help but smirk as she watched her father methodically pull Tommy’s trousers up, fastening them with a firm, almost parental precision. He’s treating him like a baby, she thought, a small, vindictive thrill running through her. The way her father tugged the trousers up, almost as if Tommy were incapable of doing it himself, made her feel like the power dynamics had completely shifted. He always acted like he was so much better than me… but look at him now. Sarah felt a deep sense of vindication seeing her older brother reduced to this—completely dependent on their father to restore even the smallest shred of dignity.

Maggie and Jane exchanged glances, their earlier smirks growing as they watched their uncle take charge of pulling Tommy’s trousers back up. I can’t believe he’s really doing this… Maggie thought, a mix of disbelief and satisfaction washing over her. The act of fastening Tommy’s trousers like he was a helpless child was both humiliating and oddly appropriate for the bratty cousin who had always been so full of himself. He’s being treated like a baby… and it’s perfect.

This is exactly what he needs, Jane mused, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in front of her. The way Tommy’s father meticulously adjusted his trousers, ensuring they were properly fastened, only reinforced the image of Tommy as a child who had been thoroughly disciplined. Now he’s being treated like the little boy he really is.

Emily and Lisa, still taking in the spectacle, couldn’t hide their amazement. I’ve never seen anything like this… Emily thought, her eyes widening as Mr. Johnson finished fastening Tommy’s trousers with a firm tug. The sheer infantilization of the act—of a father dressing his son after such a public and humiliating punishment—was almost surreal. He’s treating him like a little kid… Emily couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction in seeing Tommy brought down so thoroughly.

Lisa, who had been trying to process the entire scene. He’s really being treated like a baby… she thought, her mind racing as she watched Mr. Johnson give Tommy’s trousers one final adjustment. The act felt so deliberate, so thorough, that it left no doubt in her mind about who was in control. This is the ultimate humiliation… and he deserves every bit of it.

But the final touch—the one that made all the girls exchange glances of disbelief—was when Mr. Johnson patted Tommy on the butt. The gesture was so condescending, so parental, that it sent a ripple of reactions through the group. Suzie bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud. Emma and Sophie couldn’t hold back their smirks any longer. The pat on the butt was the final confirmation that Tommy had been completely and utterly humbled. Megan and Lily smiled broadly. The pat on the butt felt like the final, humiliating seal on Tommy’s punishment, a gesture that made it clear he was no longer the tough, bratty boy they had known, but a disciplined child who had been put firmly in his place.

As his father took Tommy by the shoulders, Tommy couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze. His eyes remained glued to the floor, his feet shuffling nervously as he stood there, fully dressed but feeling more exposed than ever. His squirming had drawn even more attention, making him look not just like a punished child, but a helpless, embarrassed little boy who couldn’t even manage to put on his own clothes properly.

“Now, I want you to remember this,” his father’s voice echoed in the room, stern and commanding. “This is what happens when you misbehave.”

Tommy’s only response was a quick, shaky nod. He didn’t dare speak, knowing that his voice would betray the tears threatening to spill over. His squirming had done nothing to alleviate the shame—if anything, it had only intensified the humiliating spectacle for everyone watching.

His cousins exchanged knowing glances, their smirks barely concealed, while their friends openly giggled, their eyes dancing with amusement at the sight of Tommy’s childish discomfort. His little sister watched with a smug grin, clearly relishing in her brother’s disgrace.

Finally, his father released his shoulders, but the relief was minimal. Tommy remained rooted to the spot, too mortified to move, his body still betraying him with small, nervous fidgets. They’ll never forget this… and neither will I… The thought echoed in his mind as he stood there, the image of himself squirming while his father dressed him like a toddler burned into his memory.

This was a lesson that would haunt him, a humiliation so deep that Tommy knew it would stay with him for a long time to come.

His father’s voice cut through the heavy silence. “Tommy,” he began sternly, “before you go upstairs to your room, tell everyone what happens to naughty boys.”

Tommy’s heart sank. No… please, no, he thought, the idea of speaking out loud about what had just happened filling him with dread. He hesitated, unable to find the words, hoping somehow his father might let him off the hook.

“Tommy,” his father said again, this time with a sharp edge to his voice, “tell everyone what happens to naughty boys, or do you need another reminder?”

Tommy’s stomach twisted with fear. The threat of another spanking made his already sore bottom throb with renewed intensity. He swallowed hard, trying to muster the courage to speak. “N-naughty boys… get spanked,” he stammered, his voice barely audible.

“Louder,” his father barked, “so everyone can hear you.”

Tommy flinched at the tone, feeling his face grow hotter. “Naughty boys get spanked,” he repeated, his voice trembling.

“And how do they get spanked, Tommy?” his father pressed, his tone brooking no delay.

Tommy hesitated again, the shame of what he had to say almost paralyzing him. “Th-they get spanked… on their bare bottom,” he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you want me to pull you back over my knee?” his father asked, his voice low and serious. “Because I will if you don’t speak up.”

Tommy’s heart pounded in his chest, and he quickly blurted out the words. “Naughty boys get spanked on their bare bottom!” he said, louder this time, his voice cracking with the effort. The room seemed to close in on him as the words left his mouth, his humiliation deepening.

“And in what position do they get spanked?” his father continued, not letting him off the hook.

Tommy swallowed hard, every word feeling like a punch to his pride. “O-over the knee,” he said, his voice shaking.

His father’s silence pressed on him, demanding more. When Tommy didn’t continue, his father’s voice cut through the silence like a knife. “And what happens to their pants and underpants, Tommy?”

Tommy hesitated, the shame almost too much to bear. But the thought of another spanking forced him to speak. “They… get pulled down,” he whispered, his face burning with embarrassment.

“Speak up!” his father demanded, his patience clearly wearing thin.

Tommy’s eyes filled with tears again as he forced the words out. “Their pants and underpants get pulled down!” he repeated, louder, the shame of having to admit it making his stomach churn. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him, judging him, and it made the humiliation all the more intense.

“And then what happens, Tommy?” his father prompted, still not satisfied.

“They… they get spanked…,” Tommy continued, his voice barely holding together. “Until… until their bottom is red and sore.”

He felt like he was being ripped apart, each word tearing at his already fragile sense of dignity. The threat of another spanking loomed over him, pushing him to continue even though every fiber of his being wanted to stop.

“And does it matter who’s watching?” his father asked pointedly.

Tommy’s voice shook as he answered. “N-no… it doesn’t matter who’s watching,” he said, his heart sinking even lower as he spoke the words. “They get spanked… no matter who sees it.”

“Is that all?” his father prompted, making sure Tommy didn’t leave anything out.

Tommy’s hands balled into fists at his sides, his humiliation complete. “They… they cry and beg,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “And… and everyone can see… how naughty they’ve been.”

The room fell into a heavy silence as Tommy’s words hung in the air. He couldn’t bring himself to say more, his throat tight with emotion. The shame of having to recount every humiliating detail, under the threat of another spanking, was almost more than he could bear.

His father finally nodded, satisfied. “Good. Now everyone knows what happens to naughty boys like you,” he said firmly.

Tommy nodded weakly, his eyes still glued to the floor. The relief of being finished with this final ordeal was overshadowed by the deep, lingering shame that would stay with him long after this moment. As he stood there, the pain in his bottom a constant reminder of what had just happened, he knew that this experience would haunt him for a long time. And as much as he wanted to escape, to hide away from everyone who had just witnessed his deepest humiliation, he knew that he would never truly be able to forget what had been done to him.

“Now, go to your room and think about what you’ve done,” Mr. Johnson ordered.

Tommy obeyed, limping slightly as he made his way upstairs, each step a reminder of his punishment. The sting in his backside was a constant reminder of the lesson he had learned.

As the door to his room closed behind him, Tommy lay face down on his bed, his body wracked with sobs. His bottom felt like it was on fire, the searing pain a constant reminder of his father’s powerful hand. But it wasn’t the physical pain that tormented him—it was the utter humiliation. He had been spanked like a baby in front of his entire family, including his girl cousins and their friends. The shame was almost unbearable.

His thoughts spiraled as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, trying to block out the memories of their giggles and whispers. How could he ever face them again? His cousins, especially, had always been quick to tease him about anything they could, and now he had given them the ultimate ammunition. He could hear their mocking voices in his head, their laughter echoing through his mind.

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Meanwhile, back downstairs and alone together, his cousins and their friends talked.

“I’m so glad Uncle finally put Tommy in his place,” Maggie said, a smirk playing on her lips. “He’s always been so mean to Suzie, and it’s about time he got what he deserved.”

Jane nodded vigorously. “Yeah, he thinks he can get away with anything. Did you see his face when his dad started pulling down his pants? I’ve never seen him so scared!”

Lisa giggled, adding, “And the way he cried like a baby! I almost felt sorry for him… almost.”

Emily chimed in, her eyes wide with excitement. “It must have been so humiliating for him, having his bare butt spanked right in front of all of us. He’ll never live this down.”

Maggie leaned forward, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “You know, we should make sure he remembers this. Maybe we should go up to his room and tease him a bit more. Make him show us his red butt again.”

Jane’s eyes lit up at the idea. “Oh, that would be perfect! He’ll be so embarrassed. It’s the least he deserves for all the times he made Suzie cry.”

Lisa and Emily exchanged glances, both intrigued by the idea. Lisa spoke up first. “I’m in. It’ll teach him not to mess with Suzie anymore.”

Emily nodded, a conspiratorial smile spreading across her face. “Let’s do it. But we have to be careful. If Uncle catches us, we might get in trouble too.”

The girls stood up, their excitement palpable as they tiptoed toward the stairs. They could hear Tommy’s muffled sobs coming from his room, and their resolve strengthened. Maggie led the way, her hand hovering over the doorknob before she turned it gently and pushed the door open.

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For Tommy, time passed slowly, each minute feeling like an hour. Eventually, the door to his room creaked open, and Tommy’s heart sank. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was—his cousins, Maggie and Jane, had entered the room, and they had brought their friends, Lisa and Emily.

“Well, well, look who’s been a naughty boy,” Maggie taunted, her voice dripping with mockery. Tommy didn’t respond, hoping they would leave him alone if he ignored them.

“Did it hurt, Tommy?” Jane asked, her tone sickly sweet. “Did you cry like a baby?”

The girls burst into laughter, and Tommy’s face flushed with renewed embarrassment. He tried to push himself up, to make them leave, but his body felt heavy, and the pain in his backside made every movement excruciating.

“Let’s see that red bottom again,” Lisa said with a mischievous grin. The other girls nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.

“No, please,” Tommy begged, his voice barely more than a whisper. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. The girls were determined to have their fun.

Before he could react, they were on him, their hands holding him face down on his bed with surprising strength. He struggled desperately, but there were too many of them. Maggie and Jane grabbed his arms, pinning them to the bed, while Lisa and Emily worked on his trousers.

“Stop it! Please!” Tommy cried out, but the girls only laughed harder. Their small nimble hands unfastened and unzipped his pants, and then with quick movements they yanked his trousers and underpants down to his knees, exposing his still-red bottom.

“Oh, look at that!” Jane exclaimed, her voice full of mock sympathy. “Poor Tommy, spanked so hard.”

The girls giggled and poked at his sore skin, making Tommy wince in pain. Tears of humiliation and frustration welled up in his eyes again. He felt utterly powerless, trapped in his own room, at the mercy of his tormentors.

Tommy lay face down on his bed, his face buried in the pillow, his body wracked with sobs. His fists were clenched tightly, knuckles white as he pounded them impotently against the mattress, the only outlet for the frustration and humiliation that consumed him. His cries were muffled by the pillow, but the tears streaming down his cheeks were unstoppable, his chest heaving with the force of his emotions.

As the girls had gathered around him, their eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. They had never seen Tommy like this—so vulnerable, so utterly defeated. As they looked at the vivid redness of his punished bum, they exchanged glances, each one processing the reality of what they had just witnessed.

Tommy’s fists pounded against the bed again, but it was a futile gesture, a desperate attempt to vent the overwhelming emotions that swirled inside him. His pride was shattered, his humiliation complete, and the pain in his bottom was only matched by the ache in his heart. He had been completely and thoroughly humbled, and the presence of the girls, seeing him in this state, only deepened his sense of shame.

He cried harder, his body trembling with the force of his sobs, as the reality of what had happened settled in. The girls’ eyes remained on him, their expressions a mix of pity, satisfaction, and a hint of lingering amusement. But for Tommy, all that mattered was the crushing weight of his humiliation.

“This is what you get for being such a mean brother,” Maggie said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”

“Do you think we should turn him over?” Lisa asked, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“Please, no!” Tommy begged, his voice shaking with fear and shame. “Don’t do this. I’ll be good, I promise!”

The girls paused for a moment, exchanging looks. “I don’t know,” Jane said, tapping her chin in mock contemplation. “He might need to learn a bit more of a lesson.”

“Yeah,” Emily agreed. “He needs to understand what real humiliation feels like.”

“No! Please!” Tommy pleaded, his eyes wide with terror. “Don’t do it! I’ll never tease Suzie again, I swear!”

But his words only seemed to encourage them. “Sorry, Tommy,” Maggie said with a smirk. “You need to learn your lesson.”

The girls moved quickly, and before Tommy could fully comprehend what was happening, they began tugging at the pants and undies that had been left bunched around his knees. His body tensed in panic, and he started to struggle, his hands scrambling to grab hold of the fabric. “No! Stop! Don’t!” he cried out, his voice cracking with desperation. But his resistance was futile; the girls were determined, their hands moving with purpose as they worked together to peel the pants off completely.

Tommy’s legs kicked out wildly in a desperate attempt to resist, but the girls had the advantage. They managed to pull his pants free, leaving him completely exposed from the waist down. The air felt even colder against his bare skin now, and the vulnerability of being stripped like this only heightened Tommy’s sense of helplessness. He tried to twist away, but the girls, working in unison, were relentless.

“Stop! Please, stop!” Tommy begged, his voice shaking as he struggled against them. But his words fell on deaf ears as they grabbed his flailing limbs, their combined strength overpowering him easily. With coordinated effort, they flipped him onto his back, ignoring his frantic attempts to resist.

Tommy’s heart pounded in his chest, his face flushing with a fresh wave of shame as he found himself completely at their mercy. He kicked his legs, trying to curl up and protect himself, but the girls quickly grabbed hold of his ankles, spreading his legs wide. The sudden exposure made Tommy’s breath catch in his throat, a mix of panic and humiliation flooding over him.

He struggled desperately, his hands flailing as they were gripped tightly at shoulder level by two of the girls, but they held him down firmly. His fists clenched and unclenched, pounding weakly against the bed as he tried to muster some kind of defense, but it was no use. He was outnumbered, overpowered, and completely exposed.

The tears flowed freely again, his cries growing louder as the reality of his situation set in. The humiliation was unbearable, the sting of his reddened bottom now only part of the torment. He felt utterly defeated, every ounce of his pride stripped away as he lay there, pinned down, wrists and ankles, his legs spread wide, under the gaze of the girls.

His face burned with shame as they saw everything he wished to keep hidden. Their laughter grew louder, the sound like nails on a chalkboard to Tommy’s ears.

“Oh my God, look at his little thing,” Maggie said, pointing and laughing. “He doesn’t even have any hair yet!”

“Look at him, squirming like a little baby,” Emily sneered. “I bet you’ll think twice before teasing Suzie again.”

The humiliation was complete. Tommy’s tears flowed freely now, his sobs choking him as he lay there, exposed and helpless. But the girls weren’t finished. Lisa grabbed his ankles and bent his legs back over his head, forcing his knees to his chest. Tommy’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he realized how he was now positioned, presented as if he were a baby in need of a diaper change.

“There we go,” Jane said with a laugh, “just like a little baby.”

Tommy struggled desperately, but the girls’ grip was strong. They laughed and teased him mercilessly, poking and prodding his sore bottom and making jokes about his baby-like position.

“Tommy, are you sure you’re not still a baby?” Lisa added with a cruel smile. “It looks like you haven’t grown up at all down there.”

“Look at his face, he’s so red!” Lisa exclaimed. “Tommy, you really do look like a big baby. Maybe we should put a diaper on you just in case you wet yourself!”

As Tommy was held helplessly in the diaper position, his thoughts were a chaotic mess of panic, shame, and confusion. The girls’ laughter and taunts echoed around him, amplifying his humiliation. This can’t be happening, he thought, his face burning with the deepest embarrassment he’d ever felt.

But then something else started to happen, something that horrified him even more than the position he was trapped in. Despite the overwhelming shame, despite the mortifying exposure, he could feel a strange and unwanted sensation building in his body. No… no, not now… His heart pounded in his chest as he realized what was happening, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. His body was betraying him in the worst way possible.

As the girls continued to tease him, their voices filled with mocking amusement, Tommy felt his cheeks burn even hotter. Please, no… he pleaded silently, desperately willing his body to behave, but it was no use. The more he focused on trying to stop it, the more insistent the sensation became. His skin tingled with a confusing mix of fear and something darker, something he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Then, to his absolute horror, he felt it—his penis stiffening in response to the unwanted arousal. Oh God, no… The thought was a scream in his mind, but his body wasn’t listening. He could feel himself growing harder, right there in front of the girls who were holding him down, who had total control over him. The situation was utterly mortifying, but the embarrassment only seemed to fuel the arousal he was desperately trying to suppress.

“Look at that!” one of the girls exclaimed, her voice dripping with mock surprise. “Little Tommy’s getting excited!”

The teasing words cut through him like a knife, each one amplifying the shame he felt. Tommy’s breath hitched, his face flushing a deep crimson as he tried to twist away, to hide himself, but he was pinned down too securely. This isn’t happening, this isn’t happening… he repeated in his mind, but the evidence was right there, on full display for the girls to see.

“Aww, is he enjoying this?” another girl taunted, her voice laced with amusement. The laughter that followed only made Tommy’s heart sink lower, the sound echoing in his ears as his humiliation reached unbearable levels.

I’m so ashamed… The thought filled his mind, crowding out everything else. His body had betrayed him in the worst possible way, and now there was no hiding it. The girls’ teasing only made it worse, each mocking comment a reminder that they were seeing everything, that they were witnessing his most private and humiliating moment.

“Poor little Tommy can’t control himself!” one of them giggled, her words punctuated by a playful poke at his stiffening member. Tommy flinched at the touch, his whole body tensing as a wave of shame crashed over him. Why is this happening? he thought, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and self-loathing. He didn’t understand why his body was reacting this way, especially in a situation so degrading and humiliating.

The girls continued to tease him, their words and laughter blending into a humiliating chorus that played over and over in Tommy’s mind. He wanted to disappear, to escape from the shame and the unwanted arousal that had betrayed him so completely. But there was no escape, no way to undo what had happened, and the realization of that made the situation even worse.

Every word felt like a dagger, each one driving home just how exposed and vulnerable he was. “Look how stiff he’s getting!” one of them laughed, her voice filled with mocking delight. The words echoed in Tommy’s mind, a constant reminder of how completely he had lost control over his own body.

Tommy wanted to scream, to shout, to do anything to make it stop, but he couldn’t find his voice. His throat felt tight, choked with the tears he was holding back. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me… The thought repeated in his mind, a mantra of despair that he couldn’t escape from.

“Does little Tommy like being held down like a baby?” another girl teased, her tone condescending and cruel. The question hung in the air, unanswered, but the implication was clear. They knew he was embarrassed, they knew he was ashamed, but they also knew that his body had betrayed him, and they were going to milk that for all it was worth.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out their voices, but the sensation in his body wouldn’t go away. If anything, the teasing and the humiliation only made it worse. Why can’t I control this? he thought, his mind spiraling into panic. The arousal felt completely out of his control, like something separate from his own will, something that had taken over his body against his wishes.

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, Tommy?” a cousin whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. The closeness of her voice, the way she lingered over the words, made Tommy’s skin crawl. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat thudding in his ears, drowning out everything else.

“No… please, stop…” Tommy finally managed to whisper, his voice cracking with desperation. But the plea sounded weak, even to his own ears, and it was met with more laughter, more teasing.

“Aww, he’s begging now! How cute!” one of the girls exclaimed, clearly delighted by his helplessness. “Too bad, Tommy. You’re not getting out of this so easily.”

Tommy’s cheeks burned with humiliation, tears threatening to spill over as the reality of his situation sank in even deeper. The more they teased him, the more they mocked his body’s reaction, the more powerless he felt. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—shame, fear, confusion, and that sickening feeling of arousal that refused to go away no matter how much he willed it to.

"And look at his cute little bumhole, just winking at us!" Cousin Jane said. The girls on his legs pulled them even wider and further back, accentuating the exposure of all his heretofore most private parts.

I’ll never be able to forget this… The thought lodged itself in his mind, cold and final. He knew that this moment, this horrifying mix of shame and unwanted arousal, would stay with him forever. The way the girls had seen him, the way they had made him feel, would haunt him long after this was over.

When the girls finally released him, letting go of his wrists and ankles, Tommy immediately curled up on his side, trying to hide himself from their gaze. His heart was still pounding, and his body felt like it was buzzing with a confusing, uncomfortable energy that he couldn’t shake. Why did this happen? The question kept playing in his mind, but there was no answer, only the lingering shame.

“See you later, Tommy,” Lisa said with a final, mocking wave as they left the room, closing the door behind them.

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Many years had passed since that humiliating day in Tommy's childhood, and now, in his early twenties, Tommy had carved out a life of his own. He lived in a small apartment downtown, far from the house on Maple Street where his most painful memories were rooted. He had grown into a quiet and introspective young man, but the events of that fateful day continued to haunt him, shaping his thoughts and fantasies in ways he never fully understood.

Despite his best efforts to bury the past, the vivid memory of his public spanking and the subsequent teasing by his cousins and their friends lingered in his mind. It was a constant, unwelcome companion, a persistent echo from his childhood that had left an indelible mark on his psyche. He often found himself revisiting those memories, the intense humiliation intertwined with an inexplicable sense of arousal that he struggled to comprehend.

In the privacy of his apartment, Tommy’s thoughts would drift back to that day. He would recall the sting of his father's hand, the mocking laughter of his cousins, and the unbearable shame of being exposed and vulnerable. As much as he hated those memories, they also held a strange, twisted fascination for him. He couldn’t deny the way his body reacted to the recollection, a confusing mix of humiliation and desire.

On one such evening, Tommy sat alone in his living room, the dim light from a single lamp casting shadows on the walls. He had tried dating, but none of his relationships had lasted. He could never fully open up to anyone, the fear of being judged or misunderstood always holding him back. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back on the couch, his mind once again drifting to that long-ago day.

The memory played out in his head like a well-worn movie reel: the stern command from his father, the feeling of his trousers being pulled down, the sharp sting of the spanking, and the mortifying laughter of his cousins. His breath quickened as he recalled the way they had held him down, exposing him completely, their taunts cutting through him like knives.

Despite the shame, he found himself aroused, his body reacting to the memory in a way he couldn't control. It was a dark and confusing aspect of his sexuality, one he had never been able to discuss with anyone. He stood up and walked to his bedroom, the memories fueling his fantasies as he let himself be consumed by the past.

As he lay on his bed, he closed his eyes and allowed the memories to take over. He imagined himself back in that position, bent over with his legs held up, exposed and vulnerable. The sense of powerlessness, the humiliation, and the teasing all mingled together, creating a potent mix of emotions that both tormented and excited him. He masturbated himself, as he did almost every night, and then cleaned himself off and went to sleep.

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Tommy’s quiet evenings often included trips to the local bookshop downtown, a haven filled with the scent of old paper and the comforting rustle of turning pages. On this particular evening, he found himself once again drawn to the section featuring Victorian Spanking Erotica, a genre he had become very familiar with. He perused the titles, his fingers trailing along the spines of the books, lost in thought. He picked up a volume and began reading.

Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him. “Well, well, if it isn’t Tommy Johnson. Fancy seeing you here.”

He turned around, his heart skipping a beat. It was Lisa, one of the girls from that fateful day years ago. She was standing there with a playful smile on her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“L-Lisa,” Tommy stammered, feeling his cheeks begin to flush as he tried to conceal the book in his hand. “Hi.”

“What are you reading?” Lisa asked, glancing at the book in his hand. “Victorian Spanking Erotica?" Her expression shifting to one of feigned outrage. “Tommy Johnson! I’m shocked! I never imagined you to be the type to indulge in such scandalous literature. What would your mother think?”

Tommy swallowed hard, the memories rushing back. He managed a weak smile. "It’s just, uh, research?"

Lisa put her hands on her hips, shaking her head in mock disapproval. “Research, you say? I don’t know, Tommy. This looks pretty incriminating to me. Victorian Spanking Erotica? Really?”

Tommy’s blush deepened, but he couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill at her words. “I, uh, find the historical context interesting.”

Lisa raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying his discomfort. “The historical context, huh? Sure, Tommy, whatever.”

She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Does it remind you of anything from your past, perhaps?”

Tommy’s eyes widened as the full weight of her words sank in. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, feeling both embarrassed and oddly exhilarated.

Lisa’s laughter rang out, and she finally dropped the act. “Oh, Tommy, I’m just teasing you. You should have seen your face!” She leaned in, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “You know, I’ve read many of those books myself. They’re quite fascinating, aren’t they?”

Tommy relaxed a little, feeling a mixture of relief and excitement. “Yeah, they are. There’s something about the way they capture the intensity of the moment…”

Lisa’s grin widened. “So, do you still have such a cute bum, Tommy? I remember it being quite the spectacle.” She was flirting now, her tone playful but with a hint of genuine curiosity.

Tommy’s blush deepened, but he couldn’t help but smile. “I dunno...,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

They stood there for a moment, the air between them charged with an unexpected tension. Finally, Lisa broke the silence. “You know, it’s been a long time since we last saw each other. How about we catch up over dinner?”

Tommy’s heart raced. “That sounds great. I’d love to.”

“Let’s meet at the Bistro on 5th Avenue tomorrow at seven. Don’t keep me waiting.”

"I won't..."

Lisa laughed, a musical sound that sent a shiver down his spine. Her smile then turned a bit wicked. “But I have to warn you, Tommy. If you are late, you can expect a good spanking."

Tommy’s eyes widened, and he couldn’t help but chuckle nervously. “I’ll be sure to be on time, then.”

"Good boy," Lisa said with a twinkle in her eye, patting his cheek.

As Lisa walked away, he couldn’t help but watch her, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within him. The past had come full circle in the most unexpected way, and he found himself looking forward to what the future might hold.

----

Tommy’s life took an unexpected turn after reconnecting with Lisa. They began dating, and their relationship quickly deepened. Lisa’s playful teasing and understanding of Tommy’s complex feelings about his past brought them closer together. They shared many intimate moments, but it was clear that Lisa had something special planned for Tommy’s birthday.

When the day finally arrived, Tommy was both excited and anxious. Lisa had been hinting at a big surprise, but he had no idea what to expect. He opened the door to his apartment to find Lisa standing there with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Happy birthday, Tommy!” she said, giving him a quick kiss. “Are you ready for your surprise?”

Tommy nodded, his heart pounding with anticipation. “I think so. What have you planned?”

Lisa took his hand and led him into the living room, where three familiar faces greeted him: his cousins Maggie and Jane, and their friend Emily. Tommy’s eyes widened in surprise, his mind immediately flashing back to that fateful day.

“W-what’s going on?” he stammered, looking between them.

Lisa’s smile turned wicked. “I thought it would be fun to recreate an old memory. You know, give you a chance to face your past and maybe make some new memories in the process.”

Tommy’s heart raced, a mix of excitement and trepidation filling him. The girls were all grinning, clearly in on the plan.

“Time for a little trip down memory lane, Tommy,” Maggie said, her eyes sparkling with amusement

“We’re going to make sure you never forget this birthday, cousin,” Jane added, winking at him.

Tommy felt a strange thrill course through him as they led him to the center of the room. It was set up almost identically to the living room of his childhood home, with a sturdy wooden chair placed conspicuously in the middle.

“Pants down, Tommy,” Lisa commanded, her tone playful but firm. “Just like old times.”

Tommy hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, feeling a familiar mix of shame and excitement as he unbuttoned his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. Lisa guided him over her lap, lowered his underpants, and the spanking began. Each smack was a sharp reminder of the past, but this time, there was an undercurrent of arousal that Tommy couldn’t ignore.

The girls watched and teased him, their laughter filling the room. “Oh, look at that red bottom! Just like when we were kids,” Emily teased.

After the spanking, Lisa helped Tommy to his feet, his face burning with embarrassment and excitement. She led him to his bedroom, where the three girls followed, still giggling and teasing him.

Lisa gently pushed Tommy onto the bed, positioning him on his back. She stripped him bare as the three others watched benignly.

“Remember this position?” she asked with a sly grin, bending his legs back and holding his ankles together. Tommy’s heart raced as he realized what was coming next.

The girls continued to tease him, their laughter filling the room as Lisa began to stroke him gently. “You’ve grown up quite a bit, haven’t you, Tommy?” she whispered, her voice filled with playful affection.

Tommy’s mind swam with a mixture of emotions: the humiliation of being in such a vulnerable position, the thrill of their teasing, and the overwhelming arousal that had been building inside him. He loved every minute of it, surrendering to the sensations as Lisa’s hand moved expertly.

“Look at you, Tommy,” Maggie said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Still the same little boy deep down.”

“But maybe a bit more grown up where it counts,” Jane added with a laugh.

Tommy’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with anticipation. The teasing, the laughter, the intimate touch—it was all too much. He felt himself nearing the edge, the pressure building until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

As he climaxed, Lisa skillfully directed his spurts of cum towards his face and mouth. The sensation overwhelmed him, and he felt the warm fluid landing on his skin and lips.

“Lick it clean, Tommy,” Lisa commanded, her voice firm. “Show us how obedient you can be.”

Tommy hesitated for a moment, his face burning with embarrassment. But the combined gazes of Lisa, Maggie, Jane, and Emily urged him on. He slowly began to lick the cum from his lips, his eyes closing as he tasted himself.

The girls’ laughter grew louder, their teasing relentless. “Oh, look at him! He’s actually doing it!” Emily exclaimed, her voice filled with amusement.

“Good boy, Tommy,” Lisa said, her hand gently stroking his hair. “You’re making us all so proud.”

Tommy continued to clean himself, the mixture of humiliation and arousal intensifying with each moment. The girls watched in rapt fascination, their laughter and teasing a constant backdrop to his submission.

“Happy birthday, Tommy,” Lisa whispered, her voice now soft and affectionate. “I hope you enjoyed your surprise.”

Tommy lay panting on the bed, his heart filled with a strange mix of contentment and exhilaration. The laughter and teasing of the girls still echoed in his ears, a reminder of the intimate and humiliating birthday surprise they had orchestrated.

"Well, it's been a slice," cousin Maggie said. "We better leave you two. I'm sure Tommy has some, ahem, duties he must attend to with Lisa."

The girls laughed and the three guests began to gather their things to leave, Lisa gently stroked Tommy's hair, giving him a knowing look.

“Tommy, before they go, I think you need to show them just how grateful you are,” Lisa said, her voice firm but kind. “Crawl to them and kiss their feet.”

Tommy’s heart raced, a fresh wave of humiliation washing over him. But the command also sent a thrill through his body. He nodded, understanding that this was part of the experience, part of showing his submission and gratitude.

Slowly, he climbed off the bed and onto his hands and knees, feeling the cool floor beneath him. He crawled towards the ladies, every movement a reminder of his vulnerable state. The girls watched with amused expressions, their eyes following his every move.

As he reached them, Cousin Maggie stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Well, well, look at you, Tommy. Such a good boy.”

Tommy lowered his head, pressing his lips to her feet in a gesture of submission and gratitude. Maggie’s smile widened, clearly pleased by his obedience.

Cousin Jane was next, stepping forward with a playful grin. “You’ve come a long way since that day, haven’t you, Tommy?”

Tommy kissed her feet as well, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. Jane giggled, patting his head affectionately. “Good boy.”

Emily stepped up last, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’ve been such a delightful birthday boy, Tommy. I hope you enjoyed your special day.”

Tommy kissed Emily’s feet, his body trembling with a mix of shame and exhilaration. Emily chuckled, giving him a gentle nudge with her foot. “That’s a good boy.”

Just as the girls turned to leave, Tommy felt an irresistible urge to show his gratitude to Lisa as well. Without being told to, he crawled over to her and began to kiss her high heels desperately and frantically, his lips pressing against the shiny surface with a fervent intensity.

Lisa looked down at him with surprise, then a pleased smile spread across her face. The other girls watched, their expressions lighting up with amusement and pleasure.

“Oh, look at him,” Maggie cooed. “He’s so eager to please.”

“Such a devoted boy,” Jane added, her voice filled with approval.

Emily laughed softly. “He knows who’s in charge, doesn’t he?”

Tommy’s kisses grew more fervent, his heart pounding as he lavished attention on Lisa’s high heels. The girls’ praise only fueled his desire to please, and he felt a strange sense of fulfillment in their approval.

The girls watched with pleasure, their smiles widening as they saw his eager devotion.

“Look at him go,” Maggie remarked, clearly entertained by the display.

Lisa’s smile turned into a sly grin as she offered him the sole of her high heel.

Tommy hesitated only for a moment before obeying, his tongue trailing along the sole of her high heel, tasting the slight grit and dust. He licked with dedication, his humiliation and arousal intertwined in a complex dance.

Finally, Lisa gently pulled him up by his chin, lifting his gaze to meet hers. “That’s enough for now, Tommy,” she said softly. “There are other places I want you to kiss and lick.”

The girls burst into laughter, their amusement echoing through the room. Tommy’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, his blush reaching all the way to his ears.

“Don’t keep her waiting, Tommy,” Maggie teased as they made their way to the door.

“Have fun, you two,” Jane added with a wink.

“Happy birthday, Tommy,” Emily said, giving him a playful wave.

As the door closed behind them, Tommy remained kneeling on the floor, his heart pounding in his chest. The experience had been intense and overwhelming, but also incredibly fulfilling. He knew that he had found a unique connection with Lisa, one that allowed him to explore his deepest desires and fantasies.