[Continued from part 1 ]
A Visit from a Friend
After a few weeks the sting of the paddle and all his other humiliation became a distant memory, and Alex was determined to reclaim his pride, he resolved to act like none of the humiliating events had happened. He wasn't going to let Lily—or anyone—think they had power over him. Not anymore.
As he walked into the kitchen later that afternoon, he spotted Lily sitting at the table with her friend, a tall, athletic girl named Maya with striking dark hair and a confident air. They were chatting and laughing, their conversation pausing briefly as Alex entered the room.
Alex squared his shoulders, trying to appear nonchalant and confident. He wasn't about to let his little sister's friend see him as weak or humiliated. In his mind, this was his chance to reassert himself as the older brother—the one in charge. A chick like Lily's friend would die to date an older boy like him.
“Hey,” he said casually, leaning against the counter and giving Lily's friend an once-over. “I don't think we've met before. I’m Alex.”
Maya glanced at him briefly, giving him a small nod. “Maya,” she replied shortly, her tone neutral but unimpressed.
Alex, undeterred, pressed on. “Well, Maya, I gotta say, you've got quite the bod. Do you do sports or something?” He crossed his arms, leaning slightly forward, his tone carrying a forced bravado that he hoped would impress her.
Maya's eyes narrowed immediately, and her expression shifted from neutral to sharply offended. She straightened up, fixing him with a glare. “Excuse me?” she said, her voice here. “Did you seriously just say that to me?”
Alex blinked, caught off guard by her reaction. “W-what? I was just giving you a compliment…”
“That wasn't a compliment,” Maya snapped. “It was objectifying. You don't even know me, and you think it's okay to comment on my body like that? Seriously?”
Alex's face flushed as he stammered, “I—I didn't mean it like that, I was just—”
“Just what?” Maya interrupted, crossing her arms. “Reducing me to my body? Maybe think before you speak next time.”
Before Alex could muster a response, Lily, who had been sitting quietly with an amused smirk, suddenly jumped in. “Wow, Alex,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery. “You just don’t learn, do you? Have you already forgotten about the Playboy incident?”
Alex froze, his face turning beet red. “Lily, don’t—”
“Oh no,” Lily continued, ignoring his protests as she leaned back in her chair and addressed Maya directly. “You're going to love this, Maya. Just last week, I found a Playboy under Alex's mattress. He tried to act all innocent, but we both know exactly what he was doing with it.”
Maya raised an eyebrow, her initial offense shifting to interest. “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” Lily confirmed, nodding eagerly. “And when I confronted him, he begged me—begged me—not to tell Mom. So, being the amazing sister I am, I decided to handle it myself.”
“Handle it how?” Maya asked, her curiosity piqued.
“Oh, I gave him a good spanking,” Lily said with a smirk, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Bending right over the bed, bare-bottomed, with a cutting board from the kitchen. And let me tell you, he cried like a little kid.”
Maya's lips twitched as she fought back a laugh. “No way. He let you do that?”
“He didn't have much of a choice,” Lily said with a shrug. “It was either me or Mom, and trust me, he knew Mom would've made it a lot worse. But that’s not even the best part.”
Maya leaned in slightly, clearly intrigued. “What’s the best part?”
Lily grinned, savoring the moment. “After the spanking, I made him take the magazine downstairs, rip out every single page, and feed them into the fireplace. He was bawling his eyes out the whole time.”
Maya let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “Wow. That's incredible. And after all that, he still thinks it’s okay to make comments like that?”
“Exactly,” Lily said, turning her attention back to Alex, her tone now sharp and scolding. “What were you thinking, Alex? Did you really think it was a good idea to objectify Maya like that after what you went through last week? Have you learned nothing?”
Alex's shoulders slumped, his face burning with shame as he stammered, “I—I wasn't trying to—”
“Save it,” Lily interrupted, cutting him off. “Maya’s right—it’s big. And after all the trouble you've already gotten yourself into, you should know better. Maybe you need a lesson about what happens when you don’t think before you speak?”
Maya chuckled, shaking her head as she looked at Alex. “Honestly, Alex, maybe you do. And it sounds like your sister knows how to teach you that lesson.”
Alex said nothing, his face hot with humiliation as he shifted awkwardly in place. His attempt at acting confident and macho had completely backfired, and now he was left feeling smaller and more ashamed than ever. Lily and Maya exchanged amused glances, their shared laughter a fresh reminder of his completely shattered dignity.
Maya Paddles
Maya leaned back in her chair, still chuckling at Alex's mortified expression. “You know, Lily,” she said, glancing around the kitchen with a sly grin, “as the aggrieved party, may I have the honors?”
Lily's eyes read up with mischief, and she nodded toward the counter. “Be my guest, please! The cutting board is right there. It’ll be just as effective today as it was last week.”
Maya turned her head, spotting the paddle-shaped cutting board resting innocently on the countertop. Her grin widened as she reached over and picked it up, testing its weight in her hands. “Huh,” she mused, giving it a couple of practice swings. “Feels sturdy enough. I can see why it worked so well.”
Alex's eyes widened in horror as he took a step back, his face flushing a deep red. “W-wait, no! You can’t be serious!” he stammered, holding his hands up defensively. “Lily, tell her she can’t—”
Lily crossed her arms and leaned casually against the table, her smirk firmly in place. “Why not, Alex? You clearly didn't learn your lesson last time. And honestly, Maya’s right—you’ve got no business objectifying her like that.”
“Exactly,” Maya chimed in, giving the cutting board another swing. “If you think it's okay to talk to me like that, then you clearly need to be put in your place.”
Alex shook his head rapidly, his voice trembling with panic. “No, please! Lily, you already punished me for the magazine—I've learned my lesson, I swear!”
Lily raised an eyebrow, her tone skeptical. “Have you, though? Because the way you just talked to Maya makes me think otherwise. I mean, seriously, Alex? Commenting on her body like that? You practically objectified her on the spot. That doesn’t sound like someone who’s learned their lesson.”
Maya nodded in agreement, her smirk widening as she stepped closer to Alex, the cutting board still in her hand. “You heard her. If you're really sorry, you won't mind a little reminder.”
Alex backed up further, his heart pounding in his chest. “No, no, no! This isn’t fair—you can’t do this!”
“Can’t we?” Lily said, raising an eyebrow. “Because I seem to remember you letting me do this last week. And if you don't cooperate, I'm sure Mom would love to hear about this little incident, and the Playboy incident.”
The mention of their mom made Alex freezes, his stomach twisting in knots. He knew exactly what kind of punishment she would dish out if she found out—and it would make what Lily and Maya were planning seem like nothing in comparison.
“Fine,” Alex mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just… don’t tell Mom.”
Maya grinned, clearly enjoying the power shift. “Smart choice,” she said, gesturing toward the kitchen table. “Now, be a good boy and get into position.”
Alex hesitated, his face burning with humiliation as he glanced at Lily, who gave him a pointed look. Slowly, he stepped forward, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he placed his hands on the table and leaned forward, his face flushing deeper with every passing second.
Maya gave Lily a sly glance. “Bare-bottomed, right? That’s how you did it last time?”
Lily nodded, her smile never faded. “Of course. It’s the only way to make sure the lesson really sinks in.”
Alex let out a strangled whimper as he heard their words, but he didn't dare protest further.
“Well then,” Maya said, placing the cutting board on the table and stepping behind Alex. “Let’s not waste time, shall we?”
Alex tensed, his hands gripping the edge of the table as he felt Maya's hands at the waistband of his pants. “Wait, wait!” he blurted, his voice rising in panic. “Can’t I just—”
“Nope,” Maya interrupted cheerfully. “You lost the right to negotiate the moment you decided to be a creep. Now, hold still.”
Her hands slid smoothly around his waist, her fingertips brushing deliberately along the waistband of his pants. Alex flinched at the contact, his whole body stiffening as she worked. Maya took her time, savoring every moment of her mortification. Her fingers found his belt buckle, and with deliberate precision, she undid it, the soft click of the release making Alex's breath hitch.
“You really thought you could get away with that comment, huh?” Maya teased, her voice light but laced with amusement. She pulled the belt loose, the leather slipping through the loops with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Alex squirm in place. “Let's see if you're still so cocky when we're done here.”
She tossed the belt aside and moved to the clasp of her pants, her fingers deft and confidant. The button came undone with a faint pop, and she paused just long enough to let the anticipation build. Alex's face burned as he felt his hands move lower, finding the zipper and tugging it down by agonizing inch. The metallic zzzip filled the room, loud and deliberate, as Maya slowly peeled his pants open.
Alex couldn't hold back a small, panicked whimper as her fingers tugged at the waistband, sliding his pants down over his hips slowly, then pulling them down the rest of the way in one swift motion, leaving him in nothing but his plain underwear. Alex's face burned hotter than ever as Maya gave a theatrical waste. “Oh, Lily, you didn’t tell me he wore these dorky briefs! Adorable!"
Lily burst into laughter, covering her mouth. “I totally forgot! Poor Alex, always trying to act so grown-up while wearing little-kid underwear.”
“Maya, please!” Alex begged, squirming as he tried to reach back and stop her. “This is already embarrassing enough—don’t—”
“Oh, we're just getting started,” Maya said with a wicked grin, brushing her hands away effortlessly. “You've got a lot of nerves acting cocky when you're wearing something like this.” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, and she paused dramatically, glancing at Lily. “Ready for the big reveal?”
Lily clapped her hands, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Absolutely!”
Before Alex could protest further, Maya yanked his underwear down, baring him completely. He let out a mortified yelp and tried to cover himself, but Maya was quicker. She grabbed his wrists and firmly placed them back on the table. “Ah-ah,” she chided, her tone playful but commanding. “Hands stay right here. We wouldn’t want to make this harder than it has to be, would we?”
Alex was trembling now, his face buried in his arms as he tried to block out the sound of their laughter. The cool air against his bare skin only amplified his humiliation, and he wished more than anything that the floor would open up and swallow him whole.
Maya leaned back to admire her handiwork, tapping the cutting board against her palm. “There we go,” she said with mock satisfaction. “A perfect blank canvas. Now, let's see if we can leave a few reminders for next time you decide to act like a jerk.”
“Make sure you really lay it on,” Lily said with a smirk, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter. “He's got a thick skull—he needs a good spanking to get the message.”
Maya laughed and gave a little greeting. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he feels it.”
Maya stepped behind him with the cutting board in hand. She gave it a light tap against his bare cheeks, making him flinch. “Now, let’s make sure you don’t forget this lesson anytime soon.”
Lily crossed her arms and leaned against the counter, clearly enjoying the spectacle. “Go on, Maya. Show him what happens when he doesn’t learn the first time.”
Maya raised the cutting board high, her expression firm and commanding as she stood behind Alex. “Alright, Alex,” she said, her voice sharp. “Let's make something very clear. This isn't just about the way you talked to me—this is about how you view women, period. And if you think it's okay to reduce us to objects or make big comments, you've got another think coming.”
THWACK! The cutting board landed squarely across Alex's cheeks, drawing a loud yelp from him as the sting radiated through his body. His hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, and he squeezed his eyes shut, tears already forming.
“Ow! I’m sorry!” Alex cried, his voice trembling with both pain and humiliation. Not again, he thought.
Maya didn't smell. She delivered another sharp swat, then another, each one harder than the last. THWACK! THWACK! Alex's legs twitched, and his sobs grew louder with every strike.
“Are you crying already?” Maya asked mockingly, pausing for a moment. “Good. You should be. Because this is what happens when you don't respect people. Do you know how many women have to deal with comments like the one you made? Do you think we enjoy being reduced to just our bodies?”
THWACK! Another sharp strike landed, and Alex let out a high-pitched yelp, his tears streaming freely now.
“N-no! I—I don’t think that!” he stammered through his sobs. “I'm sorry, I swear!”
Maya leaned closer, the cutting board poised in her hand. “Sorry isn't enough, Alex. You need to change the way you think. Women aren't here for your entertainment or your compliments. We’re people, not objects.”
THWACK! The next swat landed lower, catching the sensitive crease where his thighs met his bottom. Alex howled, his knees buckling slightly as the sting seared through him.
“I know! I—I won’t do it again!” he sobbed, his voice cracked.
Maya smirked, adjusting her grip on the cutting board. “You won’t? Good. But let’s make sure you really understand why.”
THWACK! Another swat echoed through the kitchen, followed by Alex's desperate cries. Lily leaned against the counter, watching the scene unfold with a satisfied grin.
“You know,” Maya continued, her voice calm but firm, “this isn’t just about what you said to me. It's about the way you treat women in general. Do you think that Playboy magazine under your mattress was harmless? Do you know what it represents? It teaches boys like you to see women as objects instead of people.”
Alex sobbed harder, his voice trembling as he choked out, “I—I get it! I’m sorry!”
THWACK! Another sharp strike landed, drawing a loud wail from him. His legs twitched, and his grip on the table tightened as he struggled to endure the relentless punishment.
“But do you get it? Really?” Maya pressed, raising the cutting board again. “Because it doesn't seem like you do. If you did, you wouldn't have made that disgusting comment to me today. So tell me, Alex—do you think it’s okay to talk to women like that?”
“N-no! It’s not okay!” Alex cried, his voice barely audible through his sobs.
THWACK! The cutting board struck again, the sound sharp and punishing. “And do you think it’s okay to look at naked women in magazines and reduce them to just their bodies?”
“N-no! I don’t—I won’t!” Alex wailed, his tears soaking the table as he shook with each strike.
Maya delivered a final, resounding THWACK, letting the cutting board rest against his crimson cheeks for a moment before stepping back. Alex collapsed forward onto the table, his body trembling and his sobs loud and uncontrolled.
“Good,” Maya said, her voice cold and authoritative. “Because if I ever hear you make another comment like that—or find out you've been treating women like objects—I'll make sure this happens all over again. Do you understand me?”
Alex nodded weakly, his face still buried in his arms. “Y-yes… I understand…”
Maya turned to Lily, handing her the cutting board with a satisfied smirk. “Well, I think he’s gotten the message now.”
Bare Bum Timeout
As Alex slowly pushed himself up from the table, his hands trembling and his face streaked with tears, he tried to gather what little dignity he had left. But before he could fully straighten, Maya's sharp voice cut through the air.
“And where do you think you’re going?” she asked, her tone firm and commanding.
Alex froze, his face flushing anew as he glanced over his shoulder at her. “I thought we were done…” he stammered, his voice barely audible.
Maya raised an eyebrow and exchanged a knowing look with Lily, who smirked in amusement. “Oh, no, Alex,” Maya said, crossing her arms. “We're not done until we say we're done. You're going to stay right there, bare bum over the table, until we dismiss you.”
“But—” Alex began, only to be cut off by Lily.
“No buts, Alex,” Lily said, her tone mocking. “Well, except yours, of course, which is going to stay exactly where it is. Now get back down.”
Defeated, Alex let out a soft whimper and slowly bent forward again, his chest pressing against the table as he resumed his humiliating position. His bare, bright-red bottom remained on full display, the sting still fresh and throbbing from Maya's paddling. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could disappear.
Meanwhile, Maya and Lily pulled out chairs and sat down at the table, completely ignoring Alex as they began to chat casually. Their conversation drifted effortlessly to lighter topics, as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
“So,” Lily said, leaning back in her chair and twirling a strand of hair around her finger, “are you still talking to that guy from the soccer team? What was his name again?”
Maya grinned, resting her chin on her hand. “Ryan. And yes, we've been texting a lot lately. He’s actually really sweet.”
“Oh, I knew it,” Lily said with a giggle. “You two would be so cute together. What did he say to you last night?”
Alex lay motionless on the table, his face burning with humiliation as the girls continued their conversation, completely ignoring his presence. He could hear every word, but he felt invisible—reduced to nothing more than a source of amusement and punishment.
“Oh, he said the sweetest thing,” Maya replied, her tone light and dreamy. “He was telling me about how he's been thinking of taking me to this really nice Italian restaurant for our first date. Isn’t that adorable?”
“So adorable,” Lily agreed. “And way better than the guys I've been talking to lately. I swear, most of them are so clueless.”
The girls laughed, their voices cheerful and carefree, as though Alex wasn't even there. He clenched his fists tightly, the humiliation of being left in such a vulnerable position while they talked about boys making his cheeks burn hotter—both sets.
Every now and then, one of the girls would glance over at him, smirk, and then go back to their conversation, as if to remind him of his place. The minutes felt like hours as Alex lay there, the ache in his bottom a constant, stinging reminder of the lesson he'd been taught.
Eventually, Maya leaned back in her chair with a satisfied grin, crossing her arms as she glanced at Alex, still bent over the table, his bare, red bottom on full display. “Well,” she said with a smirk, “I think we've made our point. Alex can go now, don’t you think, Lily?”
Alex let out a small, shaky breath of relief, daring to hope that his ordeal was finally over. He began to push himself up from the table when Lily stood suddenly, her eyes narrowing as she grabbed the cutting board from where Maya had set it down.
“Not so fast,” Lily said, her tone sharp and decisive. She picked up the cutting board and tapped it against her palm, her gaze fixed on Alex with an expression of mock authority. “I’m not done with you yet, Alex.”
Lily Paddles
Alex froze, his stomach sinking as he glanced over his shoulder at his sister. “W-what? Lily, no! I already—”
Lily cuts him off with a stern glare. “Don’t you dare try to argue with me. You've already proven that you haven't learned your lesson. The way you talked to Maya—my friend—was completely unacceptable. And now, I'm going to make sure you understand exactly why you never, ever disrespect one of my friends again.”
Maya raised an eyebrow, her grin widening as she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. “Oh, this should be good.”
Alex whimpered, his face burning with humiliation as Lily stepped behind him, the cutting board poised in her hand. “Lily, please!” he begged, his voice cracking. “I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to offend her—I swear!”
“Sorry isn't good enough,” Lily said firmly, raising the cutting board. “You embarrassed me, Alex. You disrespected my friend. And now, you're going to pay for it.”
Without another word, Lily brought the cutting board down with a sharp CRACK, landing squarely across Alex's already sore cheeks. He let out a loud yelp, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly as tears sprang to his eyes.
“Lily, please!” Alex sobbed, his voice trembling as the next swat landed, harder than the first. “I won’t do it again!”
CRACK! CRACK! The cutting board struck again and again, each swat punctuated by Alex's desperate cries. Lily's movements were methodical, her grip firm as she made sure to cover every inch of his already-red bottom.
“You need to learn,” Lily said between swats, her voice calm but unyielding, “that you can't just say whatever you want to people. You can't objective women, and you definitely can't disrespect my friends. Do you understand me, Alex?”
“Y-yes!” Alex wailed, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his face. “I understand! Please, no more!”
But Lily wasn't finished. She shifted her focus to the sensitive lower part of his cheeks, where the sting was sharpest. Alex's legs twitched with every strike, and his sobs grew louder as the punishment continued.
“I want to hear you say it,” Lily said firmly, pausing for a moment to let her words sink in. “Tell me you'll never disrespect one of my friends again.”
“I—I'll never disrespect your friends again!” Alex cried, his voice barely audible through his sobs.
“And tell Maya,” Lily added, her tone unrelenting. “Apologize to her for what you said.”
Alex whimpered, his face burning as he choked out, “I-I'm sorry, Maya! I didn't mean to disrespect you—I'm sorry!”
Maya smirked, leaning back in her chair with a satisfied nod. “Apology accepted,” she said casually. “But I think Lily's doing a great job making sure it doesn't happen again.”
Lily nodded, her grip on the cutting board tightening as she turned her attention back to Alex. “Good. But we're not done yet. You need to really feel this lesson, Alex. So we’re going to make sure it sticks.”
She raised the cutting board high and brought it down with a resounding CRACK across the center of its already crimson bottom. Alex howled, his legs kicking out as the sharp sting radiated through him. His hands clutched desperately at the edge of the table, his knuckles white as he struggled to stay in position.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Lily delivered a rapid series of swats, her movements swift and relentless. Alex's legs kicked madly with each strike, his sobs turning into wails as he squirmed helplessly over the table.
“Keep your legs still, Alex,” Lily ordered, her voice firm as she brought the cutting board down again. CRACK! “You're not going to wiggle your way out of this one.”
“I’m sorry!” Alex screamed, his voice raw with desperation. “Please, Lily, I'm sorry! I’ll never do it again!”
“You've said that before,” Lily replied coldly, her focus unwavering as she delivered another flurry of swats. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “But actions speak louder than words, Alex. And right now, your actions are telling me you haven’t learned anything.”
Maya, still seated at the table, watched with an amused smirk as Alex's legs flailed and trembled with every swat. “Wow, Lily,” she said, her tone teasing. “You really know how to handle him. Look at those little kicks—he’s like a toddler throwing a tantrum.”
Lily chuckled but didn't let up, her strikes remaining precise and deliberate. CRACK! CRACK! “Oh, he's definitely acting like one,” she agreed. “But I'll make sure he leaves this table behaving a lot better than he came to it.”
Alex's sobs grew louder, his voice cracking as he pleaded, “I'll be good! I'll be good! Please, no more!”
Lily paused for a moment, resting the cutting board against the table as she leaned down slightly, her voice calm but stern. “You'll be good? You’ll what?”
“I—I'll never disrespect you or your friends again!” Alex choked out, his voice trembling as he gasped for breath.
“And?” Lily prompted, raising an eyebrow. “What else, Alex?”
“I’ll—I’ll never objective women again!” Alex cried, his entire body trembling as fresh tears streamed down his face.
Lily nodded in satisfaction, standing upright and raising the cutting board one last time. “Good. But just to make sure that message really sinks in…”
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! She delivered a final volley of swift sharp swats, each one landing squarely across the tender lower part of her bottom. Alex let out a high-pitched wail, his legs kicking madly as the sting overwhelmed him.
Finally, Lily set the cutting board down on the table with a decisive thud, crossing her arms as she looked down at her sobbing older brother.
“Now,” Lily said, her voice calm but authoritative, “when I let you up, you'll go to your room and think about everything we just discussed. And if I ever hear you disrespecting anyone again, Alex, you'll be right back over this table. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Alex whimpered, his voice barely audible.
“Yes, what?” Lily pressed.
“Yes, ma’am,” Alex mumbled, his cheeks flushing even redder.
“Alright, Alex,” Lily said sharply, her tone dripping with mock authority. “You're dismissed… but you're going to your room exactly the way I tell you. Stand up straight.”
Walk of Shame
Alex hesitated, his hands instinctively moving to shield his exposed genitals as he stood. But Lily's stern glare freezes him in place. “Don’t even think about covering yourself.”
Reluctantly, Alex straightened fully, his hands trembling as he placed them at his sides. His face burned with humiliation, and tears welled in his eyes as he realized there was no way to hide his exposed genitals from the mocking gazes of the two girls. He felt completely vulnerable, every inch of him on display.
“Hands on your head,” Lily ordered, her smile widening. “You know the drill.”
Alex whimpered gently, but he obeyed, his shaking hands rising to clasp behind his head. The movement only accentuated the exposure of his bright red bottom and left his genitals dangling helplessly in front. His face flushed deeper as he heard a stifled giggle from Maya.
Maya leaned back, arms crossed, a smile playing on her lips as she observed him. Alex stood in the middle of the room, his face still streaked with tears, his hands clasped tightly on top of his head, his bare bottom glowing red and sore. His pants and underpants were at his ankles, and the position he was forced to maintain only made his humiliation worse.
“You know,” Maya said, her tone dripping with amusement, “I love the way you make him stand like that, Lily. Hands on his head, everything on display. It really adds to the humiliation.”
Lily gave a smug grin. “Oh, it absolutely does,” she said, glancing at Alex, who squirmed slightly under their gaze but didn't dare move his hands. “It's not just about the punishment itself—it's about making sure he feels every ounce of the embarrassment, too.”
Maya chuckled, stepping around to get a better look at Alex's glowing red bottom. “Well, you've nailed it. He looks absolutely mortified. Poor little guy,” she added mockingly, her grin widening.
Lily shrugged, smirking. “What can I say? I learned from the best. Mom always makes him stand like this when she's punishing him. She says it's part of the lesson—making him face the consequences of his actions in every way possible.”
“Smart,” Maya said, nodding in approval. “It really drives the point home, doesn’t it? I mean, he's already sorry, but this? This just makes it unforgettable.”
“Exactly,” Lily agreed, crossing her arms as she gave Alex a pointed look. “It's not just about the physical punishment. It's about making sure he remembers how humiliating it feels to be in this position, so he thinks twice before doing something stupid again.”
Alex whimpered softly, his face burning as their words sank in. The ache in his arms from holding his hands on his head was nothing compared to the sting in his bottom and the unbearable shame of being discussed like he wasn't even there.
“Do you think he’ll ever learn?” Maya asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lily smirked. “Oh, he’s learning. Slowly, but he’s learning.” She turned her attention back to Alex. “Aren’t you, Alex?”
“Y-yes,” Alex mumbled, his voice trembling.
“Good,” Lily said with mock sweetness, her grin never fading. “Because if you ever forget, we’ll just remind you, won’t we, Maya?”
“Absolutely,” Maya replied with a laugh, enjoying every moment of Alex's obvious discomfort.
“So, Alex,” Maya said, her tone playful but cutting, “how does it feel, standing there like that? Completely bare, your little bits dangling for us to see?”
Alex flinched at her words, his face flushing even deeper. He glanced down briefly, his trembling body betraying his emotions as he stammered, “I—I don’t know…”
“You don’t know?” Maya repeated with mock surprise, letting out a laugh. “Oh, come on, you must feel something. Embarrassed? Humiliated? Exposed?” She raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her discomfort. “Or maybe you feel proud of yourself for ending up in this position?”
Alex whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper as he choked out, “Humiliated… I feel humiliated…”
“As you should,” Maya said matter-of-factly, exchanging an amused glance with Lily. “I mean, just look at you. No pants, no dignity, and nowhere to hide. It’s kind of pathetic, isn’t it?”
Lily chuckled. “Well, that's the whole point, isn't it? He needs to feel this way. It’s part of the lesson.”
Maya nodded, tapping her chin as though deep in thought. “It’s definitely working. I mean, I can't imagine anything more humiliating than having to stand like this, completely bare, with everything out there for us to see.” She gestured casually toward Alex's exposed genitals, her smirk growing wider. “Your little bits are just… hanging there, Alex. Do you even realize how ridiculous you look?”
Alex let out a soft, pitiful whimper, his hands trembling on top of his head as his entire body burned with shame. He wanted nothing more than to run and hide, to cover himself, but he didn't dare move under their watchful eyes.
“Aw, look at him,” Maya said mockingly, leaning forward slightly. “He's so embarrassed he can't even look at us.”
“Good,” Lily said with mock approval. “Now, Alex, you're going to shuffle upstairs to your room, just as you are—pants and undies at your ankles, hands on your head—and you're not to pull them up or lower your hands until you're in your room. Got it?”
Alex's shoulders sagged, and he nodded weakly. “Y-yes… I got it,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible.
“Good,” Lily said, stepping aside to clear her path to the stairs. “Now get moving.”
An Embarrassing Stiffening
But just then, Maya stepped in front of Alex, her smile widened, her mischievous energy almost palpable. “Hold on, Lily,” she said, her tone filled with amusement. “Before Alex takes his little walk of shame, there's something I need to address.”
Lily tilted her head, intrigued. "Oh? What’s that?”
Maya turned to Alex, her eyes locking onto his. “Alex, earlier, you made a comment about liking my body. So let’s settle this—do you really like it, or were you just being a creep?”
Alex's face flushed a deep crimson, his hands trembling as they stayed locked atop his head. “I—I wasn't trying to—” he stammered.
“Oh, don't even try to wriggle out of this,” Maya interrupted, crossing her arms with a smirk. “You seemed pretty confident earlier. But since you won't answer, maybe I should help refresh your memory.”
With that, she stepped back and struck a confident pose, placing one hand on her hip and angling her body to accentuate her curves. “Take a good look, Alex. Is this what you were so eager to comment on?”
Alex's breath hitched, and to his utter horror, his body betrayed him. He could feel the unmistakable sensations between his legs, growing more prominent by the second. His face burned as he desperately tried to take it away, but it was of no use.
“Oh my God,” Maya said, her voice bursting with glee. Her eyes dropped, locking onto the very obvious sign of his arousal. “Is he seriously—” She broke into laughter, pointing directly at him. “Lily, look at this! He’s hard!”
Lily stepped closer, her jaw dropping before she erupted into laughter. “Oh my God, Alex! You're actually turned on right now? That's hilarious! How pathetic can you get?”
Alex whimpered, shifting awkwardly on his feet as his arousal throbbed visibly. He tried to twist slightly, hoping to shield himself from their mocking gaze, but Lily was quick to notice.
“Don’t even think about it,” she snapped, stepping forward and gesturing for him to stay still. “Hands stay on your head. We're all getting a good look at what a sad little creep you are.”
“I—I’m not—” Alex stammered, his voice trembling with shame.
“Not what?” Maya teased, striking another pose, this time arching her back and tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Not aroused? Because, sweetheart, your body says otherwise.” She laughed mockingly, her eyes ringing pointedly. “It's not just hard—it's throbbing. Is this really what excites you, Alex? Being humiliated like this?”
Alex whimpered, his face practically glowing with humiliation as he tried to avoid their mocking eyes. “I—I don’t know…” he choked out.
“Oh, you don’t know?” Maya repeated, feigning surprise as she stepped even closer. “Well, let me help you figure it out.” She placed both hands on her hips, leaning slightly to the side. “Does this make it worse?” She swayed slightly, watching as his arousal twitched involuntarily.
“Maya, stop!” Alex pleaded, his voice cracking as he tried to shuffle backward. “This isn’t—I’m not—”
“Oh, you're definitely 'not,'” Maya said with a laugh, rolling her eyes. “Not in control, not dignified, and definitely not fooling anyone. Look at you—standing here with your pants around your ankles, bare as the day you were born, and throbbing because a girl struck a pose. That’s just sad.”
Lily was nearly doubled over with laughter by now, wiping tears from her eyes. “Honestly, Alex, you're making this too easy. This is gold—and you're never living it down.”
Maya chuckled, placing a hand under her chin as though in thought. “You know, maybe this is why he keeps getting into trouble,” she said. “He clearly has no self-control. I mean, who gets excited after being spanked like that?”
Maya stepped forward and reached for his hard cock, taking it in her hand. Alex gasped, his knees buckled, and his eyes practically rolled up into his head. “Do you like this?” Maya asked coquettishly as she rubbed her soft hand up and down his shaft. When she released it and stepped back, both girls laughed aloud. Alex's erection was positively throbbing with tears of precum forming on his tip.
Lily smirked, crossing her arms as she gestured toward the door. “You are soooo pathetic! Alright, Alex, enough stalling. Time for your walk of shame. And remember—hands stay on your head, and you're not allowed to cover anything.”
As Alex began his slow, awkward shuffle toward the stairs, Maya let out a loud wolf whistle, leaning back in her chair with a wide grin. “Look at that sweet little red ass,” she teased. “It's practically glowing! Shake it, Alex!”
Alex whimpered, his face burning with shame as he tried to block out his words. His movements were clumsy and stilted, his pants and underwear bunched around his ankles making every step a struggle. He desperately wanted to cover himself, but he didn't dare disobey Lily's orders.
“Aw, don't be shy, Alex,” Lily chimed in, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You didn't seem to mind objectifying women earlier. Now the tables have turned, and we get to enjoy the view.”
Alex's stomach churned as he climbed the first step, his bare red bottom swaying slightly with each movement. The effort of shuffling with his pants down only made the display worse, and the girls' mocking commentary made every moment feel like an eternity.
“Work it, Alex!” Maya called, her tone filled with laughter. “Shake that money maker! You've got such a sweet little cock—it's like it's begging for more attention!”
Alex's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he climbed another step, his humiliation complete. He could feel every jiggle and sway of his exposed, reddened bottom and erect penis with each awkward shuffle, and the girls' relentless teasing only made it worse.
“Hey, Alex,” Maya called again, her voice playful and mocking. “How does it feel knowing your little sister and her friend are getting a full view? Not so tough now, huh?”
“Not so macho anymore, are you?” Lily added, smirking. “Maybe next time you'll think twice before making big comments. Now hurry up—we're enjoying the show, but you're slowing down!”
Alex let out a soft whimper, his tears threatening to spill as he climbed the final steps. His bare, exposed form felt like a spectacle for their amusement, and he couldn't block out their mocking laughter. When he finally reached the top of the stairs, he hesitated for a moment, his trembling body frozen with humiliation.
“Keep going, Alex,” Lily called from the bottom of the stairs. “You're not done until you're in your room. And don’t you dare pull your pants up or lower those hands until you get there!”
“Yeah,” Maya chimed in, letting out another wolf whistle. “Get that sweet ass moving, sweetheart!”
Alex shuffled forward, his hands still on his head as he moved down the hallway toward his bedroom. His heart raced, and his face burned as he finally stepped inside and shut the door behind him.
Relief
As soon as he got inside his room, he couldn't wait even a moment longer. His hand desperately dropped to his slick erection which twitched with anticipation as he began to stroke it, his mind filled with visions of Maya.
He pictured her standing over him, her hips cocked to the side as she struck a pose, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched him squirm. He imagined her leaning in close, her breathing hot on his ear as she whispered mocking words, her hand reaching down to touch him as he throbbed with need.
As he stroked himself, his breathing grew ragged, and his hips buckled involuntarily. The humiliation of the day's events only served to heighten his arousal, and he found himself moaning softly as he pictured Maya's smirking face.
With a final, shuddering gasp, he felt himself tipping over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him as he stroked himself to completion. His seed spilled out onto the floor, a testament to his shame and desire. As he stood there, panting and spent, he couldn't help but feel a sense of shame at what he had just done. He had allowed himself to be aroused by the very person who had humiliated him.
Downstairs, the sound of Lily and Maya's laughter echoed, a constant reminder of his complete and utter humiliation. His body trembled as he stood in front of the pool of cum he had released, the sting in his bottom and the mortification of the experience fresh in his mind. He knew he would never forget the lesson they had taught him—or the shame of having every inch of his dignity stripped away in the process.
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