Fiction: A Wedgy for Teasing (F/M, wedgie, daughter)

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A Wedgie for Teasing is a thrilling tale that will captivate spanking enthusiasts. David, the notorious class clown, crosses the line one too many times with his teasing of shy Emma. His cruel prank backfires spectacularly when Emma’s friends take matters into their own hands, giving him a humiliating wedgie and leaving him dangling from a fence in just his underwear. The real punishment begins when Emma’s strict mother takes charge, delivering a bare-bottom spanking that leaves David sobbing and red-faced. The story intensifies as David’s arousal and embarrassment are laid bare, with Emma and her mother ensuring he learns his lesson in the most unforgettable way. This story is a tantalizing mix of humiliation, discipline, and unexpected tenderness, perfect for those who enjoy the eroticism of spanking fantasies.

I hope you enjoy! 

A Wedgy for Teasing

Wedgied

David had always been the class clown, often pushing the limits with his jokes and pranks. He particularly enjoyed teasing Emma, a cute, quiet and shy girl who preferred to stay out of the limelight. Today was no different. During lunch, David snuck up behind Emma and pulled on the strings of her hoodie, causing her to spill her tray of food all over herself. The cafeteria erupted in laughter, but Emma’s eyes welled up with tears as she ran out of the room.

David laughed along with his friends, feeling a sense of pride in his prank. However, he didn’t notice the glares from Emma’s friends and a few other girls who had witnessed the scene. They had had enough of David’s bullying and decided it was time to teach him a lesson.

After school, David lingered around, chatting with his friends near the football field. The group of girls, led by Emma’s best friend, Sarah, waited until David’s friends had left. They approached him, determination in their eyes.

“Hey, David,” Sarah called out, her voice steady. “We need to talk.”

David turned, surprised to see the group of girls approaching him. “What’s up, Sarah?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Sarah said, stepping closer. “Always picking on Emma and making her life miserable.”

David shrugged. “It was just a joke. Lighten up.”

Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not funny, David. And today, you’re going to learn how it feels to be embarrassed.”

Before David could react, the girls surrounded him, grabbing his arms and holding him in place. “Hey! What are you doing?” he shouted, struggling against their grip.

“We’re giving you a double-dose of your own medicine,” Sarah said. She signalled to one of the girls who quickly grabbed a handful of sand from the nearby field and returned. Another girl reached down into the waistband of his pants from behind and pulled his underpants up and out.

"Hey! Don't!" David cried futilely.

The first girl shoved the sand down the back of David’s underwear. The gritty material settled uncomfortably against his skin, making him squirm.

“Stop it! Let me go!” he pleaded, but the girls only tightened their grip. With a swift, coordinated effort, several girls grabbed the waistband of his underwear and yanked it upwards in a firm movement. David’s eyes widened in shock and pain as the fabric wedged even more uncomfortably, the sand adding an extra layer of irritation.

The girls didn’t stop there. Working together, they lifted David off the ground and carried him over to the nearby fence. Despite his frantic struggles, they managed to hook the back waistband of his underwear over the top of the fence, leaving him dangling.

David’s face turned bright red, both from the pain and the humiliation. He tried to wriggle free, but the position left him helpless. The sandy, gritty material of his underwear rubbed painfully against his crack and anus, and his testicles were pulled tight by the stretched fabric.

“How does it feel, David?” one of the girls taunted. “Not so funny now, is it?”

The wedgie dug deep, pulling tight and uncomfortably against him. David’s face flushed red with a mix of pain and sheer humiliation as the girls stood around, watching him squirm and struggle. But they weren’t done with him yet.

One of the girls, a tall brunette with a smirk on her face, leaned in closer. “You know, I think he needs to be taught a real lesson. What do you think, girls?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

Another girl, shorter with blonde hair tied in a ponytail, chimed in. “Maybe we should take his pants off. Let everyone see what a little boy he really is.”

David’s heart raced as he heard their words. “No, please don’t!” he begged, but his pleas only made the girls giggle more.

A third girl, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, added, “He’s been asking for this for a long time. It’s about time he got what he deserves. I say we do it.”

The girls moved closer, their hands reaching for the waistband of his pants. David’s struggles intensified, but in his awkward position, there was little he could do to stop them. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, knowing that any moment, they might strip him of the last shred of dignity he had left. The thought of being exposed like that, especially in such a public place, filled him with dread. 

As they toyed with the idea, exchanging playful but determined glances, David dangled helplessly, his mind racing with the hope that someone would come to his rescue before they followed through on their plan. But the girls showed no signs of relenting, eager to make sure he would never forget this lesson in humility.

The girls circled David like predators toying with their prey. The brunette who had suggested the pants removal tugged at his belt, causing David to flinch and struggle even more. But the more he wriggled, the tighter the wedgie became, pinching and pulling in ways that made him gasp in discomfort.

“Oh, look at him squirm,” the blonde girl said, laughing. “It’s almost like he’s trying to make it worse for himself.”

“Maybe he is,” the third girl chimed in, her voice laced with amusement. “Or maybe he’s just realizing what a mistake it was to mess with Emma.”

David’s heart pounded in his chest, the cold metal of the fence pressing against his back. His mind raced, trying to think of something—anything—that might get him out of this humiliating situation. But the girls were relentless, and his options were limited.

The brunette finally unbuckled his belt, sliding it out from the loops with a slow, deliberate motion that made David’s stomach turn. “Maybe we should hang this on the fence too, so everyone knows what happened here,” she said, tossing the belt aside with a smirk.

David’s hands flailed, trying to cover himself, but in his awkward position, it was almost impossible. He could feel the waistband of his jeans loosening, and his panic grew. “Please, just stop!” he begged, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and shame.

“Stop? Why should we?” the blonde retorted, yanking at his jeans. “You didn’t stop when you made our friend cry. You thought it was funny then, didn’t you?”

The jeans slid down his thighs, leaving David dangling there in nothing but his underpants, which were already stretched tight and riding up painfully. The girls stepped back, admiring their handiwork, while David dangled helplessly, his face a deep shade of red.

“Maybe we should leave him like this for a while,” the third girl suggested. “Let everyone who walks by see what happens when you mess with us.”

The brunette, satisfied with how things had turned out, nodded. “Agreed. And if anyone asks, we’ll just tell them the truth. That he’s getting what he deserves.”

The girls high-fived each other, their laughter echoing in David’s ears as they prepared to leave him there, exposed and humiliated. But just before they turned to walk away, the blonde girl paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Wait,” she said, turning back to David with a sly smile. “What if we gave him one more little lesson? You know, to make sure he really remembers this.”

David’s heart sank as the girls exchanged knowing glances. He knew whatever they were planning next would only make things worse. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The blonde girl stepped closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. David’s pulse quickened as she reached out and tugged at his ankles, pulling the underpants tighter, causing him to wince in pain and embarrassment.

“Let’s see just how much he can take,” she said, her voice laced with playful cruelty. “Maybe he’ll think twice before teasing anyone again.”

The other girls giggled, clearly enjoying his predicament. The brunette leaned in, whispering loud enough for David to hear, “You know, he looks so cute dangling there. Maybe we should give him a little extra attention, just to make sure he remembers this moment forever.”

The third girl, who had been more reserved up until now, nodded in agreement. “I think you’re right. We need to make sure he learns his lesson completely.”

With that, the three girls began to circle him again, their hands reaching out to tug and pull at his legs, stretching hus underpants as far as they could go. David’s face contorted in pain as the fabric dug deeper into his skin, the pressure becoming unbearable. He squirmed and wriggled, but it only seemed to encourage the girls more.

“Let’s see how deep we can get these,” the blonde said, giving his legs a sharp tug. The fabric strained, threatening to tear, but the girls only laughed, clearly enjoying the sight of David’s discomfort.

As they continued to torment him, David’s mind raced with humiliation. The girls had stripped away his dignity piece by piece, leaving him exposed and powerless. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, not just from the physical pain but from the overwhelming shame of being treated like this by the very people he had underestimated.

Suddenly, the brunette paused, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “You know what would make this even better?” she said, her voice dripping with mischief. “If we took a picture. Something to remember this by, and maybe even share with a few friends.”

David’s heart dropped. “No, please! Don’t take any pictures!” he pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.

But the girls were unmoved by his pleas. The blonde pulled out her phone, already snapping a few quick shots as the other two girls posed beside him, grinning like they were taking a photo with a trophy.

“Oh, these are perfect,” she said, showing the others the pictures on her phone. “This will be all over school by tomorrow. Everyone’s going to know what happens when you mess with Emma.”

David felt a wave of despair wash over him. The humiliation of being exposed like this, not just in front of these girls but potentially in front of the entire school, was too much to bear. He struggled harder, desperate to free himself, but the wedgie held him tight, keeping him suspended and helpless. 

As the girls continued to snap photos, the third girl, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke up. “I think we’ve done enough for now,” she said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. “Let’s leave him here for a little while longer, just to make sure the lesson sinks in. Then maybe we’ll come back and let him down… if he’s learned his lesson.”

The girls stood back, admiring their handiwork as David dangled helplessly from the fence, his underpants stretched tight and humiliatingly revealing. Their eyes sparkled with mischief, but the blonde girl wasn’t satisfied just yet. She glanced down at David’s feet, a sly smile creeping across her face.

“You know,” she began, tilting her head thoughtfully, “even if we leave him here like this, he might find a way to cover up if someone lets him down. That wouldn’t be much of a lesson, would it?”

The brunette quickly caught on, her grin widening with wicked delight. “Exactly. Why should we leave him with anything to cover up? We should make sure he’s got nothing left—no matter what happens.”

David’s heart sank as he realized what they were planning. “No, please,” he begged, his voice cracking with desperation. But his pleas only seemed to encourage them more.

The third girl, who had been a bit quieter, nodded eagerly. “Let’s take his shoes and socks first. That way, even if he does get free, he won’t be running anywhere fast.”

With a gleeful nod, the blonde girl knelt down and began untying his shoes, pulling them off one by one. David tried to kick out of her reach, but his awkward position left him powerless. The shoes came off easily, followed by his socks, leaving his feet bare and vulnerable to the cool air.

“Look at these,” the brunette teased, dangling one of his socks in front of his face before tucking it into her bag. “You’re not going to get very far without these, are you, David?”

As they took his shoes and socks, the blonde girl stood up and gave the waistband of his jeans a sharp tug, still bunched around his thighs. “Now for the main event. These pants are just in the way, don’t you think?”

David’s panic grew as the girls worked together, tugging and pulling his jeans down his legs, the fabric scraping against his skin as they stripped him further. The jeans slid past his knees, then his ankles, until they were completely off, leaving him hanging there in just his underpants, the fabric stretched painfully tight and offering no protection from their scrutiny.

The brunette held up his jeans triumphantly, running her fingers over the fabric before stuffing them into her bag with the rest of his clothing. “There, that’s better. Now, even if he somehow gets down, what’s he going to do? Walk home in his underwear? I’d love to see that.”

The girls laughed, the sound echoing in David’s ears as he dangled helplessly, his humiliation now complete. With his shoes, socks, and pants taken, there was nothing left to shield him from their gaze—or from the eyes of anyone else who might pass by.

David hung there, suspended helplessly from the fence, the fabric of his underpants pulled so tight that it seemed like a second skin, grotesquely revealing everything it was supposed to conceal. The waistband dug deeply into his hips, pulling the material up and back in a way that left him painfully exposed. From behind, the seat of his underpants was wedged firmly between his cheeks, the fabric pulled to the brink of tearing, but it was the view from the front that truly embodied his shame and discomfort.

The tightness of the wedgie had drawn the fabric painfully up between his legs, squeezing his testicles so tightly that they were outlined clearly through the overstretched material. The once-soft cotton now cut into him cruelly, forcing his testicles into an unnatural, constricted shape that left him wincing in pain. The pressure was unrelenting, each small movement causing the fabric to dig in further, emphasizing the humiliating and intimate way he was exposed.

His penis, too, was trapped by the taut fabric, its outline unmistakably visible as it pressed against the inside of his underpants. The material was stretched so thin that it clung to every curve and detail, threatening to give way at any moment and allow him to spill out. The head of his penis was pushed up and forward, almost poking out from the waistband, adding a new layer of mortification to his already unbearable situation. The sight of it, so clearly defined and vulnerable, made his face burn with shame.

The fabric strained with each breath he took, drawing tighter and tighter, as if the underpants themselves were conspiring to heighten his embarrassment. The tightness around his groin was suffocating, and no amount of squirming could alleviate the intense pressure. Every contour of his most sensitive areas was on display, grotesquely exaggerated by the cruel stretch of the material, leaving him feeling utterly powerless and exposed.

David’s legs dangled uselessly beneath him, his toes barely brushing the ground, while his arms flailed in futile attempts to ease the pressure. His face was a deep shade of red, not just from the physical strain but from the overwhelming mortification of being displayed in such an intimate and humiliating manner. The cruel tightness of his underpants served as a constant reminder of his complete lack of control, and the way the fabric outlined his testicles and penis, threatening to reveal even more, was the ultimate symbol of his utter powerlessness in the face of the girls’ merciless revenge.

The blonde girl looked back at David one last time, a satisfied smirk on her lips. “Well, girls, I think our job here is done. Let’s take his things with us as a little souvenir. And if someone happens to find him like this… well, he’ll just have to figure out how to explain it.”

The girls gave one last mocking glance in his direction before turning to leave, their laughter still ringing in the air as they walked away, his shoes, socks, and pants tucked securely in their bags. David was left hanging in nothing but his tightly stretched underpants, the cold air biting at his exposed skin, and the full weight of his humiliation sinking in. He was utterly powerless, stripped of everything that might have offered even a shred of comfort or modesty, left with nothing but his embarrassing predicament and the dread of what might happen next.

Teased

As he hung there, he watched helplessly as students of all ages passed by. Some were his classmates, while others were younger or older kids who had no idea why he was in such a predicament. All they knew was that he was paying some sort of price, and it was enough to pique their curiosity and amusement.

“Hey, look at him!” one younger boy called out, pointing and laughing. His friends gathered around, giggling and making fun of David’s helpless state.

“What did you do?” a girl from a lower grade asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

David tried to avoid eye contact, his face burning with shame. “Just leave me alone,” he muttered, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

A group of older students walked by, smirking at the sight. “Looks like someone finally put the class clown in his place,” one of them said, nudging his friend.

David could hear the whispers and chuckles as more students gathered around, pointing and taking pictures with their phones. He struggled to free himself, but the sand and the tight pull of his underwear made it impossible. Each movement only made the discomfort worse.

“Hey, check out how deep his underpants are wedged up his ass crack!” someone shouted, causing a fresh wave of laughter.

“Yeah, I can see his bare pink cheeks!” another kid added, pointing and giggling.

“His balls look crushed!” a boy from his class said, eliciting more snickers from the crowd.

David’s tears of frustration and humiliation welled up in his eyes. He had never felt so exposed and vulnerable. He tried to block out the taunts and jeers, focusing instead on finding a way to escape. But the more he struggled, the more the sand rubbed against his skin, and the tighter his underwear pulled on his testicles.

Minutes felt like hours as David dangled there, enduring the relentless teasing. Finally, the crowd began to disperse as the novelty wore off and students headed home. David was left alone, the sun starting to set, casting long shadows across the field. Nobody had helped him.

David had been hanging from the fence for what felt like an eternity. His underwear, now gritty with sand, dug uncomfortably into his skin, and his testicles throbbed from the constant pressure. Every slight movement sent a wave of pain through his body, and he began to feel a deep sense of regret for his actions.

Just when he thought he couldn't endure it any longer, he heard footsteps approaching. He looked up to see Emma standing a few feet away, her eyes wide with shock and concern.

Rescued

"David?" she asked hesitantly, taking in the sight of him dangling from the fence. "Oh my God! What happened to you? Did Sarah do this?"

David's face flushed with embarrassment. "Emma, please help me," he pleaded. "The girls did this to teach me a lesson. I can't get down."

Emma hesitated for a moment, but then her compassion overruled her anger. She stepped closer, reaching up to try and lift him. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't manage to get him down.

"I'm not strong enough," she admitted, looking up at him with worry. "What should I do?"

David thought for a moment. "Do you have anything sharp? Something to cut the fabric?"

Emma nodded quickly and rummaged through her backpack, pulling out a pair of small scissors. She stood on her tiptoes, reaching up to where the waistband of David's underwear was hooked on the fence. Carefully, she began to cut through the fabric, the scissors struggling against the thick material.

It took some time, but eventually, Emma had cut through most of the waistband. With a final snip, the fabric gave way, and David tumbled to the ground, landing awkwardly on his back. He quickly realized he was now completely bare from the waist down.

Mortified, David tried to cover himself with his hands, but Emma, turning her back to give him some privacy, quickly shrugged off her jacket and handed it to him.

"Here, take this," she said softly. "It should help you cover up until we can get you home."

David gratefully wrapped the jacket around his waist, his face burning with humiliation. Emma helped him to his feet, and they began the walk to her house, David limping slightly from the discomfort.

When they arrived, Emma led him inside and called out for her mother, who was busy in the kitchen. "Mom, this is David. He needs help. He needs some of Danny's clothes. Can I get some for him?"

Emma's mother gave her a curious look but nodded. "Sure, sweetheart. They're in his room."

Emma guided David to her brother's room and found a pair of sweatpants. She handed them to David and stepped out of the room to give him some privacy.

David quickly pulled on the sweatpants feeling a wave of relief as he covered himself up. He stepped out of the room, looking sheepish but grateful.

However, before he could thank Emma again, her mother appeared in the hallway, her arms crossed and a stern expression on her face. "Emma, young man, come into the living room. I need to know what's going on here."

David and Emma exchanged nervous glances and followed her into the living room. They sat down on the couch while Emma's mother took a seat opposite them.

Inquisition

"Alright, David is it? David," she said, her voice firm but not unkind. "I want to hear everything. What happened, and why did you need to borrow Danny's clothes?"

David swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he had to come clean. "Mrs. Thompson, it's all my fault," he began. "I've been teasing Emma for a while now, and today I went too far. I made her spill her lunch in the cafeteria, and some of her friends decided to get back at me."

Emma's mother listened intently, her expression softening slightly. "Go on," she urged.

"They grabbed me after school, put sand in my underwear, and gave me a wedgie. Then they hung me on the fence and took my pants, shoes, and socks."

"Emma," Mrs. Thompson asked sharply, "were you part of this?"

"No, ma'am," David quickly interrupted. "Emma was the one who found me and helped me down, but I was... well, I was exposed, so she brought me here to get some of Danny's clothes."

"You did, Emma? You helped him? Despite the bullying? Good girl."

“David,” Mrs. Thompson began again, her voice firm. “What you did to Emma was cruel and unacceptable. Bullying is never okay, and I hope you understand the gravity of your actions. But having those girls take it this far was also wrong. Nevertheless, you need to learn that actions have consequences.”

David swallowed hard and nodded. “I understand, Mrs. Thompson. I’m really sorry.”

She sighed, looking at him intently. “Sorry isn’t enough. You need to feel the consequences of your actions. I know you were punished by those girls, but I’m going to give you a spanking nonetheless, and it will be right here, in front of Emma, so you remember this lesson.”

Spanking

David’s eyes widened in shock. He had never been spanked before by anyone other than his parents, and certainly never in front of someone else. “Please, Mrs. Thompson, not in front of Emma,” he pleaded, his voice trembling.

Mrs. Thompson shook her head. “You embarrassed my daughter in front of your classmates. Now you will feel what it’s like to be embarrassed in front of her.”

David’s heart raced as he stood in front of Mrs. Thompson, the knot of dread in his stomach growing tighter with each passing second. The reality of what was about to happen hit him hard, especially with Emma standing there, watching with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. His face burned with embarrassment, knowing he was about to be spanked in front of her.

When Mrs. Thompson took hold of his arm and guided him over her knee, David’s panic set in. As his body draped across her lap, his legs dangled helplessly, and he felt a wave of humiliation wash over him. He knew what was coming, and the dread was almost too much to bear.

“Please, Mrs. Thompson,” David whimpered, his voice shaky. “I’m sorry… I won’t tease Emma again, I promise! Please don’t spank me…”

His pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. Mrs. Thompson’s expression remained stern, her resolve unshaken. Without a word, she reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. David’s heart skipped a beat as he felt her tug them down, exposing his bare and sandy bottom to the cool air. His face flushed even deeper, the shame of being bared in front of Emma making him feel utterly powerless.

“Please… please, Mrs. Thompson, don’t…” David begged, his voice growing more desperate as he felt the chill against his skin. But Mrs. Thompson was determined, and his pleas only seemed to strengthen her resolve.

“This is for your own good, David,” she said firmly. “You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions.”

David’s eyes filled with tears as he realized there would be no mercy. His bottom tingled with the anticipation of the first sharp crack of her hand. He tried one last time, his voice cracking, “I’m really sorry… Please, don’t…”

But Mrs. Thompson’s grip on him tightened, and her hand came down hard on his bare bottom. The sting was sharp and immediate, and David yelped in pain. She continued, spanking him with a steady rhythm, each smack landing with a loud, humiliating crack that echoed in the room. The pain was intense, but the embarrassment of being punished like a naughty child in front of Emma was even worse.

David’s pleas soon turned into sobs, but Mrs. Thompson didn’t relent. She spanked him until his bottom was a deep, throbbing red, determined to make sure he learned his lesson. All the while, Emma watched, her expression a mix of shock and satisfaction. David’s tears flowed freely, both from the physical pain and the deep, burning humiliation he felt.

David winced with each smack, the pain intensifying the humiliation he already felt. Mrs. Thompson’s hand was relentless, and David soon found himself crying from the combined pain and embarrassment.

After a few minutes, she paused and parted his cheeks, inspecting the raw, abraded skin between them. “I see those girls did quite a number on you. It serves you right, young man,” she said sternly.

David felt a surge of shame at her words, knowing how exposed he was. Mrs. Thompson seemed to hold him open for an eternity. Emma, despite feeling some sympathy, couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

Mrs. Thompson resumed the spanking, each smack reinforcing the lesson she wanted David to learn. By the time she was finished, David’s bottom was red and sore, and he was sobbing uncontrollably.

“Alright, up you get,” Mrs. Thompson said, helping him to his feet. “I have some cream that will help with those sand abrasions. You stay right here and keep those sweatpants down. While I get it.”

David stood there, his face a deep shade of crimson. He was standing facing away from Emma, trying to avoid Emma’s gaze. The silence between them was thick with awkwardness.

Conversation

Emma broke the silence with a giggle. “You look silly. I can’t believe my mom actually spanked you. I thought she would just scold you.”

David’s cheeks burned even hotter. “Yeah, me too,” he muttered.

Emma’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “And your bum is so red! I bet that really hurt.”

David nodded, feeling utterly humiliated. “It did,” he admitted.

"You cried like a little baby."

David blushed.

Emma’s laughter grew. “And when she spread your cheeks to inspect the damage… that was something. You must’ve been so embarrassed.”

David could only nod again, unable to find the words. Emma’s teasing, though light-hearted, made his stomach churn with discomfort.

“Are you going to be embarrassed when my mom applies the cream?” Emma asked, her tone more serious now.

David swallowed hard. “Yeah, probably,” he said softly.

Emma leaned in closer, a sly smile on her face. “You better not get excited, or she’ll really spank you!"

David’s eyes widened in horror at the thought. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice barely a whisper.

Application

Just then, Mrs. Thompson returned with a small jar of cream. She saw the look on David’s face and gave him a reassuring smile. “This will help with the pain and healing,” she said gently. “I’ll need you to lean over the back of this chair so I can apply the cream properly.”

David’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, but he nodded and moved to the chair she indicated. He bent over the back of it, his arms resting on the seat for support, his bare bottom sticking out, fully exposed. Emily was behind him, just to the side of her mom, and showed no signs of going anywhere, nor was her mom making her. She would have a ringside view.

Mrs. Thompson knelt down behind him, opening the jar and scooping out a small amount of the cool cream. “This might be a bit uncomfortable, but it will help with the pain and healing,” she explained.

David winced, feeling incredibly vulnerable. Emma watched with a mixture of curiosity and lingering amusement. She couldn’t resist a small giggle, though she tried to stifle it.

Mrs. Thompson started with the areas around his bum cleft, spreading the cheeks gently to apply the cream where the skin was reddened and abraded from the wedgie. As she did this, David felt an unexpected and unwelcome sensation. The gentle touch of her fingers and the coolness of the cream sent a shiver down his spine, and he could feel the beginnings of an erection. His heart pounded in his chest, and he clenched his fists, desperately trying to will it away.

“Oh my. Those girls,” Mrs. Thompson remarked as she applied the cream with careful, soothing strokes. “But this will help.”

David nodded, biting his lip to keep from making any sounds. The coolness of the cream provided some relief, but the situation was still incredibly mortifying. He felt his arousal growing, and he prayed that it wouldn't become obvious.

Next, Mrs. Thompson spread his cheeks a bit wider to reach the bruised and irritated skin around his anus. As she did, she paused and frowned slightly. "David, there's quite a bit of sand here. It must have gotten in from the wedgie. I'll need to try and clean it out."

David's face burned with embarrassment. "Okay," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Mrs. Thompson took a tissue and carefully picked at the grains of sand just inside his anal ring, trying to remove them without causing more discomfort. "This might be a bit uncomfortable, but it needs to be done."

David's breath hitched, and he could feel his erection growing more pronounced. He managed to stay composed, but the act of having someone clean him out and apply cream there was almost too much to bear.

Finally, Mrs. Thompson addressed the abrasions on his testicles. "David, I need you to stand and face us for this part," she said.

David turned, his face burning with embarrassment, and stood facing Mrs. Thompson and Emma. His erection was now full-blown, straining painfully against his skin. He could barely look at Emma, who was watching with wide eyes.

The shaft of David's erection was pale with a slight blush. It stood rigid, curving slightly upward, the veins prominent under the stretched skin. The head was a deeper shade of pink with hints of reds and even purples, very engorged, and glistening faintly. To his horror, a small bead of clear fluid appeared at the tip as his penis twitched of its own accord, indicating his heightened state of arousal. It was painfully obvious, and there was no way for him to hide it.

Both Mrs. Thompson and Emma noticed his reaction. Mrs. Thompson raised an eyebrow, and Emma, unable to contain herself, giggled openly at the sight. The more he tried to mentally shrink himself back to normal, the harder he seemed to get.

"Well, isn’t that something," Mrs. Thompson remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I guess you’re learning more than one lesson today."

David’s face flushed a deeper shade of red than it had ever been. The combination of the physical pain from his spanking and the acute embarrassment of his arousal left him squirming in shame. He couldn’t look either Mrs. Thompson or Emma in the eye, his humiliation complete. Another bead of pre-ejaculate formed at the tip of his erection, threatening to drip down.

"You better not have an accident in front of me and my daughter," Mrs. Thompson added sternly, her eyes narrowing at the sight of his leaking arousal.

David nodded quickly, his mind racing with a mixture of shame, regret, and the lingering discomfort of his exposed state. "I-I won't," he stammered, trying to control himself.

Mrs. Thompson knelt in front of him, applying the cream to his testicles with gentle hands. She freely manipulated them, moving his hard penis out of the way with her other hand to ensure she covered all the affected areas. David's entire body tensed with the humiliation of the situation.

Emma, seeing how tensed and crimson red his face was getting, stepped a bit closer. "Are you going to be okay, David?" she asked, her voice softer now.

David managed a small nod, his voice barely a whisper. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Once Mrs. Thompson finished applying the cream, she helped David stand up, pulling his sweatpants back over his sore bottom and erection. "There, that should help you heal. But remember, David, this is what happens when you choose to hurt others."

David nodded again, his mind was filled with the acute embarrassment of his arousal and the need to keep it under control.

Dinner Prep

David's mind was racing, filled with the acute embarrassment of his situation and the desperate need to control his arousal. The borrowed sweatpants did little to hide the obvious tenting caused by his persistent erection. The more he tried to think about anything else, the more impossible it seemed to make his body comply. He could see the amused stares of Emma and her mom, looking right at his tenting embarrassment.

“You’re welcome to stay for dinner, David,” Mrs. Thompson said, her tone softening. “But I expect you to apologize to Emma properly and to learn from this.”

David nodded once more, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m really sorry, Emma. I promise I’ll never tease you or anyone else again.”

As Mrs. Thompson and Emma went about preparing dinner, David was left sitting uncomfortably on the couch, trying to adjust himself discreetly. Every movement made the fabric rub against him, only intensifying his arousal. He kept his hands in his lap, hoping to hide the tenting as much as possible, but it was a losing battle.

Emma couldn't help but steal glances at David, her amusement evident. She whispered something to her mother, who also looked over and nodded with a faint smile. They both seemed to be enjoying his predicament, adding another layer to his humiliation.

"David, can you help set the table?" Mrs. Thompson called from the kitchen.

David stood up slowly, trying to adjust his pants as subtly as possible, but the prominent tenting was still very visible. He walked to the kitchen, each step making him acutely aware of his situation. He took the plates and cutlery from Mrs. Thompson and began setting the table, his hands trembling slightly.

Each time he straightened after placing the plates, the fabric of the sweatpants stretched further, emphasizing his erection even more. He could feel Emma's eyes on him, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to look up and meet her gaze.

"Thank you, David," Mrs. Thompson said, her tone a mix of sternness and amusement. Then she added, noting the obvious, her voice tinged with both sternness and a hint of pity, "it seems you’re having quite a difficult time over there."

David's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he looked up, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I’m really sorry, Mrs. Thompson," he stammered.

Mrs. Thompson exchanged a glance with Emma, who tried and failed to suppress a smirk. "Emma," she said, her voice calm but firm, "why don’t you take David to the bathroom and help the poor boy out?"

David's eyes widened in shock, and Emma’s smirk grew into a full grin. "Sure, Mom," she said, getting up from her seat. She walked over to David and took him by the hand, guiding him towards the bathroom.

Handy

David followed her, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe what was happening, and the mixture of shame and arousal made him feel lightheaded. Emma led him into the bathroom and closed the door behind them, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Alright, David," she said, turning to face him. "Let’s get this over with."

David stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Emma reached out and gently pulled down the sweatpants, exposing his throbbing erection. She turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it was warm, and grabbed a bar of soap from the sink.

"Just relax," she said, her tone surprisingly gentle despite the smirk still playing on her lips. "Get it over the sink."

David shuffled over, sweatpants at his ankles, and had to stand up on his tip-toes to get his hard penis over the bathroom counter and pointing into the sink.

Emma lathered her hands with soap and then reached out, wrapping one hand around David’s shaft. The slippery, soapy texture felt strange but not unpleasant. She began to move her hand up and down, her movements firm but steady. David gasped at the sensation, his knees feeling weak.

His testicles rested on the countertop as he remained on his tip-toes. Emma's hand grazed his balls on each downstroke as his testicles danced in their own little pool of soapy water that had accumulated on the counter.

The soapy handjob was both humiliating and incredibly arousing. David’s body reacted involuntarily, his hips thrusting slightly into Emma’s hand. He could feel the tension building rapidly, his arousal heightened by the sheer embarrassment of the situation.

Emma kept her eyes on his face, watching his reactions with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Come on, David," she teased softly. "Let’s get this done."

The combination of her touch and the soap made the process surprisingly quick. Within minutes, David felt himself reaching the edge. He tried to hold back, but it was impossible. With a final gasp, he came, his release spilling into the sink as Emma continued to pump him through the orgasm.

David's legs felt like jelly as he leaned against the counter, trying to catch his breath. Emma turned on the faucet again, rinsing the soap and semen down the drain. She then washed her hands thoroughly, drying them with a towel before turning back to David.

"There you go," she said, her smirk returning. "Feeling better?"

David nodded, his face still burning with embarrassment. "Yeah, thanks," he muttered.

"Now hold still," Emma said as she used the washcloth to clean his shaft and tip. David writhed from the sensitivity all boys feel after their orgasm. Emily just giggled. "Sensitive?" she asked.

"Yes," he muttered again, pulling the sweatpants back up.L

Dinner

David and Emma returned to the dining room, where Mrs. Thompson was setting the last of the dishes on the table. She looked up as they entered, raising an eyebrow at the noticeable absence of David's earlier predicament.

"All sorted?" she asked, her tone neutral but curious.

David nodded quickly, avoiding her gaze. "Yes, ma’am," he said quietly.

Mrs. Thompson gave a small nod of satisfaction. "Good. Let’s sit down and eat, then," she said, gesturing to the table.

As they took their seats, Mrs. Thompson glanced at David with a slightly raised eyebrow. "So, David," she began, her tone casual but with an undercurrent of amusement, "was it nice?"

David's face flushed with renewed embarrassment. He hesitated, knowing he had to answer honestly. "Uh, yes, ma'am," he mumbled, barely able to look up.

Mrs. Thompson smiled slightly and turned to her daughter. "Well, Emma, it sounds like you did a good job. Congratulations."

Emma's cheeks turned a little pink, but she smiled proudly. "Thanks, Mom."

The atmosphere at the table was a mix of lingering embarrassment and a strange sense of camaraderie as they began eating. The food was delicious, and gradually, the tension eased as conversation turned to lighter topics. David found himself feeling a bit more at ease, even managing to join in the conversation now and then.

As they were finishing up, Mrs. Thompson looked at David and Emma thoughtfully. "You know," she began, "I think you two make a cute couple. Have you ever thought about dating?"

David and Emma exchanged surprised glances, both blushing slightly. "Um, we hadn’t really thought about it," Emma admitted, glancing at David.

David nodded in agreement, but he couldn't deny that the idea had some appeal. "Yeah, we hadn't really considered it," he echoed.

Mrs. Thompson smiled warmly. "Well, maybe you should. You seem to get along well, and sometimes a little push from an unexpected place can lead to something nice."

Emma smiled shyly. "Maybe we will," she said, looking at David with a soft smile.

David returned the smile, feeling a bit more hopeful. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Mrs. Thompson’s expression turned a bit more serious. "But I want to make one thing clear," she said, looking directly at David. "If you two decide to date, any monkey business, and you'll find yourself right back across my knee. Understood?"

David gulped and nodded earnestly. "Yes, ma’am. Understood."

Emma giggled softly, adding, "Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll keep him in line."

With that, the conversation lightened again, and they finished their meal.

Clearing

As David helped clear the dishes, Mrs. Thompson watched him with a thoughtful expression. "You know, David, you’re a good boy," she said, her tone warm. "Despite everything that happened today, it’s clear that you’ve been brought up well."

David blushed at the compliment, feeling a mix of pride and lingering embarrassment. "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson," he replied, stacking plates carefully.

As they worked together, Mrs. Thompson couldn’t help but notice David's slightly stiff movements. "Is your bum still sore?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

David nodded, a rueful smile on his face. "Yes, ma’am, it is," he admitted.

Mrs. Thompson nodded sympathetically. "I’m not surprised. That was quite a spanking I gave you. Do your parents ever spank you?"

David answered. "Not often, but they do when I really mess up," he said, a bit of the embarrassment returning as he spoke about it.

Mrs. Thompson nodded in understanding. "Well, sometimes it’s the only way to make sure the lesson sticks," she said. "You should know that Emma still gets spankings as well when she deserves them."

Emma, who was drying the dishes and listening to the conversation, blushed deeply. "Mom!" she protested, but there was no real anger in her voice, just mild embarrassment.

Mrs. Thompson chuckled. "It’s true, Emma. And you know it’s always been for your own good."

Emma rolled her eyes but smiled, accepting her mother’s words. "I know, I know," she conceded, her cheeks still a bit pink.

David glanced at Emma, feeling a surprising sense of camaraderie. "Guess I've really learned my lesson today," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Emma grinned. "Yeah, I guess you really have," she agreed.

Mrs. Thompson looked at both of them with a soft smile. "You two will be fine. Just remember to treat each other with kindness and respect. And David," she added, her tone becoming slightly more serious, "if you ever need someone to talk to or a place to go, you’re always welcome here."

David felt a wave of gratitude. "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson. That means a lot."

As they finished up the dishes and the evening drew to a close, David couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and hope. The day had been filled with unexpected events and intense emotions, but it had also brought about a new understanding and a promising connection with Emma. He was excited for the future.