A commenter, Seth, on my Ye and Bianca post suggested a story “involving females getting humiliated and punished. For example an older sister being punished by her father for humiliating her younger brother.” My wish is your command, Seth, I even doubled their troubles!
The backyard was buzzing with energy as Maddie’s pool party was in full swing. She had invited all her friends over, and the atmosphere was one of laughter, loud music, and teenage excitement. Strings of fairy lights hung between the trees, and a table full of snacks and soda stood near the porch. The pool shimmered under the setting sun, but the real centerpiece of the evening, much to Maddie’s amusement, was her younger brother, Luke.
At thirteen, Luke was just the right combination of awkward and eager to be included. Maddie, however, had other plans. She and her friends had been teasing him all evening, snickering every time he tried to insert himself into their conversations. But Maddie wanted to up the humiliation factor. And that’s when she got her idea.
She whispered to her best friend, Jenna, who giggled and nodded. The two girls approached Luke as he stood near the snack table, oblivious to the trap being set.
“Hey, Luke,” Maddie called sweetly, “why don’t you show everyone that backflip you were talking about? Jenna and I will spot you.”
Luke’s eyes lit up. He had recently started gymnastics and was proud of his progress. “Uh, sure!” he said, walking toward the soft grass, eager to impress.
But just as he landed, Maddie and Jenna struck. They grabbed his shorts and yanked them down in one swift, ruthless motion.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Gasps, giggles, then full-on laughter erupted as Luke fell to his knees, stark naked from the waist down. The girls had pulled his underwear along with his shorts. His hands flew to cover himself, his face flaming red, but the damage was done. The girls howled with laughter.
“Oh my God, Luke!” Maddie cackled, doubling over. “You’re flashing the whole party!”
Luke scrambled to yank his shorts up, blinking back humiliated tears, but the crowd was still giggling and whispering, some snapping quick pictures. As he desperately tried to stand and pull up his shorts and underpants, he tripped. With a yelp, he fell face-down on the grass, his bare bum sticking up in the air for all to see. The laughter doubled down, the partygoers howling and pointing at the mortifying sight. Luke's face burned with shame as he struggled to untangle himself, his bare bottom on full display.
In a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of dignity, Luke rolled onto his back, his legs kicking in the air as he frantically tried to pull his pants back on. But this only made the situation worse, as his private parts were now fully exposed to the gawking crowd.
"Nice one, kid!" someone called out, snickering.
"Oh man, the kid’s really giving us a show!" another laughed.
Luke's cheeks flushed even redder, his eyes stinging with tears of humiliation. He finally managed to pull up his shorts and underpants, stumbling to his feet and rushing away from the mocking crowd in full tears.
Maddie and Jenna high-fived each other, grinning and laughing at their successful prank. They had no idea that their actions would soon come back to haunt them in the most humiliating way possible, as the commotion had drawn the attention of Maddie’s parents.
Her mother’s sharp voice cut through the laughter.
“Maddison Lynn Cooper!”
The crowd fell silent.
Maddie froze, the glee draining from her face as she saw both her mom and dad storming out onto the patio, their expressions thunderous.
Her mother’s arms were crossed, and her father’s jaw was set in a firm line. “What exactly do you think you’re doing humiliating your brother like that?” her father demanded.
“It was just a joke,” Maddie tried, shifting uncomfortably under their gaze.
“A joke?” Her mother’s tone was dangerously quiet. “You stripped your brother naked in front of all your friends! You think that’s funny?”
Maddie swallowed hard. Suddenly, it didn’t seem so funny anymore.
Jenna watched from the side, equally guilty of the crime, but at least for the moment, ignored.
“Well,” her father continued, stepping forward, “if you think public embarrassment is so amusing, maybe you’d like a taste of your own medicine.”
Maddie’s eyes widened. “Wait—what?”
But her mother was already taking action. Without ceremony, she grabbed Maddie’s top and pulled it up over her head. Maddie shrieked, “Mom! Stop!” covering her bared teenaged breasts, her face going beet red as her friends stared, whispering and giggling.
But her father was next. Before Maddie could react, he reached down and yanked down her shorts, leaving her standing in nothing but her panty.
The crowd, which had been laughing at Luke minutes earlier, was now gawking at Maddie, some of the boys trying (and failing) to stifle their grins.
“You wanted to humiliate someone, did you?” her father said sternly. “You can experience how it feels.”
Maddie’s legs trembled as she clutched her arms around herself, but the punishment wasn’t over. Her father pulled a chair to the center of the patio and sat down. “Come here, Maddie.”
“No! Please!” she begged, but her mother took her by the arm and guided her forward, her friends’ whispers and giggles buzzing in her ears.
And then she was pulled over her father’s knee.
The moment her stomach pressed against his lap, her father hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees.
Maddie screamed in mortification as the cool evening air hit her completely bare backside.
Gasps and giggles rippled through the crowd. Some of the girls whispered excitedly, while the boys were wide-eyed, nudging each other.
Smack!
The first swat landed hard on Maddie’s pale bottom, making her jump.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Each firm spank stung worse than the last, the heat spreading across her backside as her father delivered a proper punishment.
“Since you think stripping people in public is funny, let’s see if you’re still laughing now!” he lectured in time with the spanks.
Maddie kicked her legs, kicking her shorts right off her ankles, but there was no escaping.
Tears of pain and embarrassment welled in her eyes as her father continued the humiliating spanking, her dangling breasts and her bare bottom on full display for all her friends to see.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the spanking stopped.
Maddie lay limp over her father’s lap, her bottom hot and throbbing. But her punishment wasn’t over.
Maddie sobbed as her father lifted her to her feet, her burning bottom throbbing from the humiliating spanking. She instinctively reached for her panties at her knees, but her mother was quicker.
“Absolutely not,” her mother scolded, yanking the bunched-up panties from Maddie’s knees, off her feet, and tossing them onto the patio table. “You won’t be needing these.”
Maddie’s stomach dropped as she realized she was now fully, utterly bare in front of the entire party. The giggles and whispers from the guests surged again, and her hands shot both down and up in a desperate attempt to shield herself.
Smack!
Her mother’s palm landed hard on her already sore backside, making her yelp.
“Hands on your head, Maddison!”
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she obeyed, exposing everything as the teenage partygoers murmured and snickered.
“Since you like humiliating people, you’ll get a taste of your own medicine,” her mother declared. Then, without warning—
Smack!
Maddie let out a strangled cry as another spank landed. And then another.
Smack! Smack!
With each firm swat, her mother herded her across the patio, forcing her to prance naked past all of her guests. The sting in her backside only added to her unbearable humiliation.
“Ow! Mom, please!” she wailed, her voice cracking with shame as the partygoers watched, some gasping, some giggling, others whispering furiously to each other.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She heard a boy whisper, “This is insane.”
Another muttered, “She’s seriously walking around naked at her own party.”
Maddie’s humiliation was unbearable, her whole body on fire—part from the spanking, part from the sheer mortification of being marched bare naked in front of everyone she knew.
Finally, her mother reached the patio wall and made her face it.
“Keep your hands on your head, nose against the wall,” she ordered.
Maddie hesitated, her instinct to cover herself still overpowering, but her mother didn’t give her a choice.
Smack!
“Now!”
Maddie sobbed and obeyed, pressing her nose to the cool stone, her hands laced behind her head.
Her mother stepped back, dusting her hands. “You will stand here, exactly like this until I say otherwise. If you move a muscle, we’ll start over. Do I make myself clear?”
Maddie choked on a sob. “Y-yes, ma’am.”
With that, her parents left her there to reap what she had sown.
Slowly the party atmosphere resumed around Maddie, but she was under no illusion that she had been forgotten. The music played, people laughed, snacks were munched on, and the pool was once again full of splashing and shrieking—but always, always, there were eyes on her.
The boys were the most obvious about it. Some tried to be subtle, sneaking glances as they sipped their sodas, while others were openly grinning, nudging each other and whispering.
“Man, I never thought we’d see Maddie Cooper like this,” one of the boys chuckled.
“I know, right? Talk about karma. She always acts like she’s in charge.”
“Dude, look at her ass—her dad really lit her up.”
“Yeah, and now we get to look at it the whole party!”
A few of them even walked past her corner, making unnecessary trips to the snack table just to get a closer look. One of them, a boy from school named Ryan, muttered just loud enough for her to hear, “Bet she’s never gonna prank her brother again after this.”
The girls were more mixed in their reactions. Some of them smirked, clearly finding the whole thing hilarious.
“I mean, she kinda deserved it,” one of Maddie’s classmates whispered to another.
“Totally. Like, she thought she was being soooo funny when she pantsed Luke.”
“Yeah, but I can’t believe her parents actually did this. Like, she’s literally naked at her own party!”
“It’s iconic. I’ll never forget this.”
But not all of them were enjoying the spectacle. Jenna, Maddie’s best friend and co-conspirator in Luke’s humiliation, was the only one who looked truly uncomfortable. She stood frozen near the snack table, arms tightly crossed over her chest, her stomach twisting itself into knots. She had been watching Maddie’s punishment unfold with growing unease—not just because it was brutal and humiliating, but because she knew she had been just as guilty.
And Maddie’s parents had seen it.
She had been right there, whispering with Maddie, giggling as they planned Luke’s embarrassment. She had helped. And yet here she was, standing fully clothed and untouched while Maddie stood bare, red-bottomed, and crying in humiliating timeout.
The unfairness of it gnawed at her, but even more than that, she was terrified that she wasn’t actually off the hook.
Her worst fears were confirmed when she heard a voice behind her.
“Jenna Marie Caldwell!”
Jenna’s blood ran cold.
Her parents were here.
The entire backyard went silent for the second time that night as Jenna whipped around to see her mother and father storming onto the patio, both looking absolutely livid. Her mother’s face was a mask of controlled fury, while her father looked like he was barely containing his anger. Maddie’s parents were there as well, hanging back.
Jenna’s hands started to tremble.
“No—Mom, Dad, I—”
“Don’t you dare try to talk your way out of this,” her mother cut in. “We just got off the phone with Maddie’s parents, and they told us everything.”
Jenna shot a panicked look at Maddie, who was still standing in the corner, shoulders hunched, face red as ever. If she had been hoping for sympathy, she didn’t find any. Maddie’s eyes flicked toward her but quickly darted back to her wall.
“You helped humiliate Luke in front of everyone, Jenna,” her father said, his deep voice firm and unwavering. “And now you’re standing here, acting like you weren’t just as responsible as Maddie.”
Jenna’s throat felt tight. “I—I didn’t mean—”
“Save it,” her mother snapped. “If Maddie is being punished, you are certainly not getting off scot-free.”
Jenna’s stomach dropped. She turned toward the crowd of partygoers, who were all watching with rapt attention.
“Oh no,” she breathed.
“Oh yes,” her father countered. “Maddie’s parents told us exactly how they handled this, and we intend to do the same. Since you thought it was so funny to strip Luke naked in front of everyone, you're going to do the same to yourself. Take off your clothes, Jenna. Every last stitch."
Jenna's eyes widened, her face draining of color. "No—please, not here—"
Her mother wasn't having it. "Now, Jenna. Or you'll be getting a spanking twice as hard."
With shaking hands and tears streaming down her face, Jenna began to undress. She pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her bra to the gawking crowd.
“Oh my God, it’s happening to Jenna now!”
“This is insane—two of them in one night!”
Jenna’s cheeks burned with shame as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Next, she unbuttoned her shorts, sliding them down her trembling legs. She stepped out of them, leaving her standing in only her panties. The partygoers whispered and pointed, their eyes glued to her nearly naked body.
"Everything, Jenna," her father reminded her, his tone unrelenting.
With a sob, Jenna hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down, stepping out of them and leaving her completely bare. The crowd gasped and murmured, taking in the sight of her exposed body.
“She’s just as naked as Maddie!” someone whispered.
“Wow, they really weren’t kidding about equal punishment.”
Jenna’s body shook with embarrassment as her father sat down on the same chair as Maddie’s dad had previously.
Jenna’s knees buckled. “Dad—please, not here, not in front of everyone—”
But her mother was already gripping her arm and pulling her forward.
“Over his knee,” her mother ordered.
Jenna gave a final desperate shake of her head, but she was no match for her parents. A second later, she was yanked forward and placed firmly over her father’s lap.
Her stomach pressed against his thighs, her breasts and legs dangled helplessly, and worst of all, her freshly bared bottom was now positioned perfectly for the entire party to see.
A fresh round of murmurs and whispers erupted.
“Wow, this is so bad.”
“They’re both gonna be crying by the end of this.”
“This is the most humiliating thing I’ve ever seen.”
Jenna didn’t have time to process the words before the first SMACK landed.
She yelped as the sting spread across her backside.
Then came another. SMACK!
And another. SMACK!
Her father delivered each swat with the same no-nonsense authority, ensuring her bottom turned just as red as Maddie’s had. Jenna gasped and squirmed, her legs kicking involuntarily, but there was no escape.
“You thought it was funny to embarrass Luke?” her father scolded between swats.
SMACK! SMACK!
“Well, let’s see how funny it is now!”
Jenna sobbed, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks as her bare backside was thoroughly punished in front of everyone. She could hear the giggles and murmurs from the party, the stifled snickers, the boys whispering about how red she was getting.
The spanking continued, each swat harder than the last, and seemingly even longer than the punishment Maddie had received. Jenna's bottom was soon a deep, throbbing red, but her father showed no signs of stopping.
Jenna's sobs turned into wild scissoring kicks as she tried to escape the relentless punishment. Her legs thrashed, giving the boys in the crowd a prime view of her most intimate areas. As she kicked, her squirming pussy and bum hole were fully exposed, much to the boys' fascination.
Finally—finally—the spanking ended.
Jenna lay limp over her father’s lap, chest heaving with sobs. But her humiliation wasn’t over yet. Her mom stepped forward and lifted her to her feet—completely nude.
“Now,” her mother said firmly, “you can join Maddie in timeout. And you will stand there just as bare as she is.”
Jenna gave a fresh sob as she was marched, naked and sniffling, to the other side of the patio. Maddie was already there, her own face still burning red, eyes squeezed shut as if pretending no one could see her.
Jenna was placed beside her, and her mother gave her one final, humiliating order.
“Hands on your head.”
Jenna obeyed, her face crumpling with shame as her arms lifted, leaving her completely exposed.
Maddies’s parents and Luke looked on from the back of the patio nearest the door, satisfied justice had been appropriately meted out to Maddie’s equally guilty accomplice. Jenna’s parents went into the house with Maddie’s parents, leaving the two girls to their misery.
The party carried on, but no one could ignore the sight of Maddie and Jenna, standing elbow to elbow, completely bare, their freshly spanked bottoms red and throbbing. The fairy lights strung between the trees cast a soft glow over their exposed skin, highlighting every humiliating detail.
Both girls trembled, their shoulders hunched as they stood with their hands laced behind their heads, a posture that left them utterly vulnerable. Their flushed faces were turned toward the wall, but their glowing red backsides were in full view of the party. The deep, stinging crimson of their punished bottoms stood out starkly against the pale skin of their thighs, a clear testament to the severity of their spankings.
Neither girl dared to speak. Silent sniffles and hitched breaths were the only sounds coming from the corner. Maddie’s mascara had started to smear down her cheeks, while Jenna’s lips quivered as she tried desperately to keep herself from breaking down completely. Their bare toes curled into the wooden planks of the patio, as if they could somehow shrink away from the dozen pairs of eyes still fixed on them.
And oh, were there eyes.
The boys had taken the best seats possible, some standing near the snack table, others casually leaning against the pool railing—anywhere they could steal the best view without looking too obvious.
“Dude, look at them,” one whispered with a smirk.
“I know,” another chuckled. “I mean, I felt bad for Luke at first, but this? This is insane.”
“They’re just standing there… completely naked. In front of everyone.”
“They can hear us too,” someone added, snickering.
And indeed, they could. Maddie clenched her jaw, her ears burning almost as much as her bottom, while Jenna squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that if she couldn’t see anyone, no one could see her.
The girls at the party were amused, but in a different way.
Some were still laughing about the irony of the situation.
“I mean, they totally had it coming,” Olivia smirked. “Maddie was so full of herself before this. Guess she’s not feeling so high and mighty now!”
“Yeah, but can you imagine how awful this must feel?” one of Maddie’s classmates whispered. “Like, they can’t cover anything. They’re just… standing there!”
“Yeah, and who still spanks at our age?”
“Both their parents, apparently!”
Another girl giggled, nudging a friend. “And their butts are, like, so red. I bet they can still feel it.”
“Totally,” her friend agreed. “Like, look at Jenna—she keeps shifting like it hurts to stand still.”
Jenna was indeed wiggling just slightly, shifting from one foot to the other as the heat radiated from her bare bottom. She wasn’t even aware she was doing it—but the boys certainly noticed.
“She’s still feeling that spanking,” one of them whispered, grinning.
“Wouldn’t you? Dude, their dads went hard on them. And now they have to stand here the whole night?”
As if to prove the point, Maddie gave a tiny, whimpering sniff, her chest rising and falling with the effort to keep herself composed.
“This is so bad,” Jenna whispered, her voice thick with embarrassment.
Maddie barely turned her head, whispering back, “Jenna, we’re so screwed.”
Jenna swallowed hard. She already knew that.
The worst part was that the party wasn’t even close to being over. The music was still playing, the pool was still full of splashing teens, and people were still munching on chips and soda as if two naked, humiliated girls weren’t standing right there.
But they were.
And no one was looking away.
The party carried on, but for a certain group of boys, the real main event was standing right there against the wall, their bare, spanked backsides glowing in the soft evening light.
A few had tried to be subtle at first, stealing glances while pretending to snack or casually leaning against the pool railing. But as time passed and it became clear that Maddie and Jenna weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, the boys got more comfortable discussing what was right in front of them.
And soon enough, they were comparing.
“Dude, I don’t know,” Ryan said, his arms crossed as he studied the two humiliated girls. “Maddie’s got the rounder ass, but Jenna’s is more, like… perky.”
His friend Tyler smirked, taking a sip of his soda. “Yeah, but Jenna’s has that little curve right at the bottom, you know? Like, it’s got that perfect shape.”
“I dunno,” another boy chimed in. “I still say Maddie’s is better.”
They all took a moment to appreciate the details. Maddie’s backside was slightly fuller, a bit rounder, a bit softer-looking, while Jenna’s had a sleeker, perkier shape, a little higher, a little more defined.
Both, however, were deeply crimson, the unmistakable marks of their punishments clear for everyone to see. The color contrast against the rest of their pale, exposed skin was impossible to ignore.
“I mean, honestly, they both have great asses,” Ryan finally admitted.
“Yeah, you can’t go wrong either way,” Tyler agreed. “If you had to pick, though?”
A few of the boys pretended to debate it, glancing back and forth between the two helplessly displayed girls, but in the end, there was no real winner.
“Can’t choose, man. They’re both fine.”
“Agreed. Both amazing. Just in different ways.”
Maddie, overhearing every single word, clenched her jaw so tightly it hurt. She wanted to scream, to turn around and shove them into the pool, to do anything except keep standing there completely naked while a group of boys casually discussed her ass like she wasn’t even a person.
Jenna was just as mortified. She had always been self-conscious about her body, and now here she was, put on display like some kind of exhibit while a bunch of guys debated which of their two asses they preferred.
She shifted her weight again, trying not to whimper as the sting in her bottom flared up.
The boys, of course, noticed immediately.
“Jenna keeps wiggling,” one of them chuckled. “She definitely still feels it.”
“I bet Maddie does too,” another boy added, nudging his friend. “You think they’re trying not to cry again?”
Jenna was trying not to cry again. But it was getting harder by the second.
Maddie let out a slow, shaky breath. “Jenna,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the party noise.
Jenna swallowed hard. “Yeah?”
“We are never living this down.”
And deep down, they both knew she was right.
The party had continued on around Maddie and Jenna for what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it had only been half an hour. Thirty long, agonizing minutes of standing bare, humiliated, and on display while their classmates danced, swam, snacked, and, most painfully of all, whispered and laughed about them.
Their bottoms still throbbed from their spankings, and they hadn’t stopped hearing the murmured comparisons of their bodies, the snickering discussions about whose backside was redder, whose shape was better, and how utterly helpless they both looked.
But it wasn’t over.
The moment the sliding glass door opened, the party quieted again. Maddie and Jenna tensed instantly, knowing it could only mean one thing—their parents were back.
Sure enough, Maddie’s mom and dad led the way, looking just as stern as before. And right behind them were Jenna’s parents.
Both girls stiffened as their fathers stepped forward, standing with arms crossed.
“You two look like you’ve had plenty of time to think about what you did,” Maddie’s father said coldly.
Maddie swallowed, her knees weak.
“But there’s still one thing left,” Jenna’s mother added. “Something you both owe before this punishment is complete.”
Jenna’s stomach dropped.
Luke stepped out onto the patio.
Maddie and Jenna were both completely naked, their hands still laced behind their heads, and they were about to be forced to grovel before the very boy they had humiliated earlier.
Their fathers each grabbed a patio chair, dragging them into position, just in case they were needed, and sending a very clear message to their girls.
Maddie’s stomach twisted into knots as her mother’s voice rang through the hushed backyard.
“Turn around, both of you, kneel in front of Luke, and keep your hands on your head. You will apologize properly—or you’ll go right back over your fathers’ knees.”
Their entire bodies locked up.
No. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening.
Maddie’s throat was dry, her face already burning red, but she could feel the fresh wave of humiliation rising like a tidal wave. She had thought it couldn’t possibly get worse—had thought that standing naked in the corner was the worst thing they could do to her.
She had been so, so wrong.
Beside her, Jenna let out a small, hitched breath, her body visibly shaking as she stood frozen, her wide, horrified eyes locked on the ground.
Maddie knew Jenna was feeling the same sickening terror pooling in her own gut.
They were about to be forced to kneel.
Not facing away. But facing out. Facing Luke. Facing every single person at the party.
Jenna whimpered under her breath, her arms trembling. Maddie barely resisted the urge to grab her hand, to cling onto something, anything that might ground her. But she knew if she moved, if she so much as hesitated, her father wouldn’t hesitate to drag her right back over his knee.
Her mother’s sharp tone snapped her back to reality.
“Now, girls.”
Jenna let out a choked sob beside her.
Maddie squeezed her eyes shut for just a second, trying to will herself out of existence.
Then, slowly, shakily, dread crushing her like a weight, she turned.
Jenna moved with her, both of them turning to face the crowd.
The moment they faced forward, it hit them like a brick wall.
The eyes.
So many eyes.
Boys. Girls. Classmates. Parents. Luke. People they had known for years, people who had once respected them, looked up to them. Now?
Now they were staring.
The boys’ expressions were the worst.
Some of them looked shocked, as if they truly couldn’t believe they were witnessing this. Others? Amused. Enjoying it.
All the partygoers had fell into a stunned, eager silence.
It was one thing to see their bare, red-bottomed backsides. But this? This was something else entirely. Sure they had caught glimpses earlier. But this? This was full-on, full-frontal.
A ripple of shocked whispers spread through the crowd as the two defeated girls stood there, their bodies trembling with shame. Their hands remained laced behind their heads, ensuring there was nothing to shield them from view.
There were no illusions. No attempts to cover themselves. No place to hide.
And then there was Luke.
Her kid brother, standing there fully clothed, arms crossed, watching as his older sister and her best friend were made to face him, red-bottomed and utterly, painfully bare.
Maddie felt her stomach drop to her feet. She was about to beg for forgiveness from the brother she had tormented. Jenna sucked in a shaky breath beside her.
"Kneel," Maddie's mother commanded, her voice firm.
The girls remained still, their eyes wide with horror at the thought of what was to come.
Jenna’s mother’s voice rang out in support, "Kneel, girls. All the way to your haunches. Now."
Still, the girls hesitated, their bodies frozen in place. With a sigh of exasperation, both mothers stepped forward, each grabbing their own daughter's upper arm in a firm grip.
"You will obey!" Maddie's mother snapped, her voice sharp with disapproval.
Without waiting for a response, both mothers began to spank their daughters' already sore bottoms. The girls jumped and yelled, their bare breasts bouncing with each swat. They cried out, promising that they would kneel, that they would do whatever was asked of them.
As they were spanked, their pussies were also on full display, exposed and vulnerable to the gaze of the entire party. The boys in the crowd couldn't help but stare, their eyes locked on the girls' most intimate areas. With each swat, their pussies seemed to clench and quiver, as if responding to the pain and humiliation of her punishment.
The girls' cries turned to sobs, their bodies shaking with the pain and humiliation of being spanked upright in front of the entire party.
"Please!" Jenna cried out, her voice trembling with emotion. "We'll kneel, we'll do anything, just please stop!"
Maddie echoed her friend's pleas, her own voice choked with tears. "Yes, we'll kneel, we promise! Just please, no more spanking!"
Finally, the mothers stopped, their hands resting on their daughters' sore, red bottoms. The girls sagged with relief, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their punishment.
"Now," Jenna's mother said, her voice firm. "Kneel. And if you hesitate again, you'll get twice as many swats."
With shaking legs and tears streaming down their faces, the girls quickly lowered themselves to their knees. Their sore bottoms pressed against their heels, a painful reminder of their earlier punishment.
“Keep this hands on those heads, girls,” Jenna’s mom said, as Both girls' mothers stepped forward, their expressions stern and unyielding. Maddie's mother placed her foot between Maddie's knees, while Jenna's mother did the same to her daughter.
"Spread your knees," Maddie's mother commanded, her voice firm. "You're to be fully on display, just as you forced Luke to be."
Maddie and Jenna's eyes widened in horror, their faces burning with a fresh wave of humiliation. But they knew they had no choice but to obey. With shaking legs and tears streaming down their faces, the girls slowly allowed their knees to be spread apart by their mothers' feet. Their most intimate areas were now fully exposed, open to the gaze of the entire party.
The crowd gasped and murmured, taking in the sight of the girls' complete vulnerability. The boys in particular seemed unable to tear their eyes away, fascinated by the sight of the girls' spread pussies.
Maddie and Jenna's faces were beet red, their bodies trembling with the effort to maintain their humiliating position. Their hands remained clasped behind their heads, leaving them utterly defenseless.
Luke stood before them, his expression a mix of satisfaction and pity. He had been humiliated earlier, but now the tables had turned.
"Now apologize," Maddie’s mother commanded, her voice ringing out over the silent backyard. "And make it good, or your punishment will only get worse."
“Yes, ma’am,” Maddie whispered, her voice trembling.
“Then go ahead,” Maddie’s father instructed sharply.
Maddie flinched, fresh tears welling in her eyes as she turned her gaze up to Luke. He was still watching, his expression a mixture of anger, satisfaction, and just a little bit of disbelief.
Her voice shook as she forced out the words.
“L-Luke, I—I’m so sorry,” she whimpered. “I shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have pulled your pants down. It was wrong of me, and I—I was mean, and I embarrassed you in front of everyone, and—”
She squeezed her eyes shut, trembling.
“I was a terrible sister.”
Luke blinked, clearly not expecting her to break down so completely.
Jenna’s mother cleared her throat.
“And you, Jenna?”
Jenna swallowed hard, her face just as red as Maddie’s bottom. She took a shaky breath and forced herself to meet Luke’s gaze.
“Luke, I—I was just as bad,” she admitted, her voice quivering. “I helped Maddie, I laughed, I thought it was funny, but it wasn’t. I was a bully, and I—I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m so, so sorry.”
She lowered her gaze, her cheeks burning, her body shaking.
The party guests watched in absolute awe. No one could believe what they were witnessing. Just an hour ago, Maddie and Jenna had been the ringleaders of humiliation. And now? They were completely broken, kneeling naked, knees apart, apologizing with tear-streaked faces to the very boy they had tormented.
Luke’s eyes flicked between the two girls. He let the silence hang heavy, clearly enjoying the power shift. And then, finally, he nodded. “Apology accepted,” he said simply.
Jenna nearly collapsed in relief. Maddie let out a choked sob, her whole body trembling with shame. But their parents weren’t done.
“You two will stay right there for another half hour,” Maddie’s father said firmly.
Maddie let out a soft, strangled whimper, but nodded.
“Yes, sir,” Jenna whispered.
The parents returned back inside, leaving the girls to cope with the consequences of their bad behavior.
And so they remained, two humiliated girls, kneeling, naked, knees apart, facing the entire party. And the guests—especially the boys—were utterly mesmerized.
Tyler, who had been one of the loudest earlier, felt his throat go dry.
“Holy shit.”
Ryan barely managed to close his mouth.
“They actually did it. They actually made them kneel… like this… in front of all of us.”
Some of the girls giggled, whispering behind their hands.
“I mean, I knew it was bad before, but this?” Olivia smirked, leaning closer to her friends. “This is next-level humiliation.”
“It’s so insane,” one girl agreed. “They have to just kneel there, totally exposed, while everyone stares at them.”
Another girl sighed, shaking her head. “I kinda feel bad for them now. Like… they can see us watching them.”
Olivia laughed. “Oh, please. They thought it was hilarious when Luke was the one getting laughed at. Now they get to see what it feels like.”
One of the boys, eyes wide, let out a low whistle.
One of the boys, clearly not as skilled at hiding his enthusiasm, let out a quiet, “Dude, they’re so hot.”
Ryan, still staring, muttered, “I mean… yeah. Like, wow.”
Tyler let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “We thought it couldn’t get worse for them… and then it did.”
And it wasn’t just the fact that they were naked.
It was how they were made to kneel.
With their hands behind their heads, their bodies were completely open, completely vulnerable. Their shoulders were back, their exposed chests rising and falling with every humiliated, shaky breath.
Their legs, slightly apart, made everything visible.
A few of the boys shifted, feeling a strange mixture of awe, disbelief, and something much harder to name.
“Look at their faces,” one murmured.
Maddie and Jenna’s expressions said everything.
Their tear-streaked cheeks, their quivering lips, the way their eyes darted downward, too humiliated to look anyone in the eye. They knew what everyone could see. They knew what was on display. And worst of all? They knew there was nothing they could do about it. It was the ultimate reversal. Just an hour ago, Maddie and Jenna had been the ones laughing. The ones in control. Now? They were kneeling, naked, and humiliated, facing the very people they had been trying to impress.
And they weren’t going anywhere.
As Maddie and Jenna knelt there, naked, exposed, and humiliated beyond belief, the party carried on around them. But for the boys, the real entertainment had already been decided. Their whispered comparisons had started with the girls’ backsides, but now? Now, with Maddie and Jenna kneeling and facing them, hands laced behind their heads, the conversation naturally shifted.
To their tits first.
Ryan leaned in slightly, pretending to sip his soda, but really just taking in every detail. “Okay, so, Maddie’s got more up top,” he muttered under his breath, barely containing his smirk.
“Yeah, but Jenna’s are perkier,” Tyler pointed out. “Like, you can tell she’s got the better shape.”
One of the boys, barely able to hide his excitement, let out a low chuckle. “Dude, they’re both perfect. I mean, come on, this is literally the best party ever.”
Another boy smirked. “I dunno, I kinda like Maddie’s more. She’s got that, like… softer look, you know?”
“Yeah, but Jenna’s nipples are standing straight up right now,” one of them whispered, barely holding back a laugh. “What I wouldn’t do to get one of those in my mouth.”
Jenna, hearing every single word, felt like she was going to die. Her stomach twisted, her throat locked up, and she suddenly felt even more naked than she already was—if that was even possible. She could feel their eyes, scanning her, comparing her, evaluating her body like she was an object on display.
Maddie, beside her, gave a soft, shuddering whimper, clearly just as mortified.
But the boys weren’t done.
“Dude, Maddie’s got that perfect under-curve though, you see that?”
“I still say Jenna wins. She’s got that cute size.”
“No way, man. Maddie’s are fuller, way hotter.”
I bet they're so soft," one boy murmured, his eyes glazed with fascination. "Imagine being able to touch them, to feel them in your hands."
Another boy nodded, his eyes never leaving the girls' chests. "Yeah, they're the perfect size too. Not too big, not too small. Just right."
"I wonder if they're sensitive," one boy mused, his eyes locked on Maddie's chest. "Like, if you touched them just right, would they moan and squirm?"
Another boy smirked, his eyes on Jenna's breasts. "I bet they would. I bet they'd love it, even if they tried to act like they didn't."
The boys' imaginations ran wild with the possibilities, their minds filled with all sorts of fantasies and scenarios involving the girls' exposed bodies. And as the party continued on around them, the boys continued to stare and fantasize, their eyes never leaving the girls' exposed breasts. They knew they would never forget this night, and they would never forget the sight of Maddie and Jenna, kneeling and vulnerable before them.
As the party continued, the boys' attention became fixated on the most intimate parts of Maddie and Jenna's exposed bodies. The girls remained frozen in place, utterly humiliated and vulnerable, as the boys began to compare and discuss every detail of their pussies.
"Okay, so, Jenna's is totally smooth, right?" one of the boys murmured, leaning in for a closer look. "Like, not a single hair."
Another boy, smirking, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but Maddie's got that little landing strip. It's kinda hot."
Tyler, his eyes dark with fascination, let out a low chuckle. "Dude, look at Jenna's inner lips. They're like... poking out a little."
Ryan, barely containing his grin, nodded. "Maddie's are tucked in more though. You can barely see them."
One of the boys, his voice low and excited, murmured, "I bet Maddie's is tighter. It just looks like it would be."
Another boy, his eyes locked on Jenna, shook his head. "I don't know, man. Jenna's looks pretty tight too. And it's so pink."
The boys' comments grew more and more explicit, their eyes roaming over every detail of the girls' most private areas."
Jenna's is puffier, though," one of them pointed out, smirking. "Like, you can really see those outer lips."
Another boy nodded, his eyes gleaming. "Yeah, but Maddie's clit is more visible. You can see it peeking out."
The girls' faces burned with shame as they heard every word, every comparison, every detail discussed so openly and casually.They were nothing more than objects to be studied and evaluated, their bodies on display for the boys' entertainment.
As the minutes ticked by, the boys' fascination only grew, their comments becoming more and more vulgar and degrading.
Maddie and Jenna's bodies shook with the effort to hold still, their minds reeling from the utter humiliation they were enduring.They knew that any movement, any attempt to cover themselves, would only result in another spanking.
And so they remained frozen, kneeling, hands behind their heads, as the boys continued to compare and discuss every intimate detail of their pussies.
As the half hour finally came to an end, their parents came out, their expression stern and unyielding. "I hope you two have learned your lesson," Jenna’s dad said firmly, his voice carrying over the quiet murmurs of the remaining guests.
Jenna's mother, her arms crossed, nodded in agreement. "You thought it was funny to expose and humiliate Maddie’s brother, to put him on display against his will. Now you know how it feels."
Maddie and Jenna both trembled, their eyes downcast and their cheeks burning with shame.
"Maddie, do you enjoy being completely on display like this?" her father asked, his tone sharp.
Maddie's lips quivered, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "No, sir," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I hate it."
Jenna's father turned to his daughter, his expression unrelenting. "And you, Jenna? Do you like being exposed and humiliated in front of all your friends?"
Jenna let out a small, choked sob, her body trembling. "No, sir," she cried softly. "I never want to feel like this again."
Maddie's father nodded, satisfied. "And have you learned your lesson? Both of you?"
"Yes, sir," Maddie whimpered, her voice barely audible.
"Yes, sir," Jenna echoed, her lips trembling.
"Good," Maddie’s mother said firmly. "I hope you never forget this night, and I hope you never, ever behave like that again."
Maddie and Jenna both nodded, their faces streaked with tears and their bodies shaking with the effort to hold still.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they were allowed to stand. Slowly, painfully, they rose to their feet, their legs trembling and their hands still clasped behind their heads.
Maddie's mother stepped forward, holding out their clothes. "You may get dressed now," she said quietly, her expression a mixture of disappointment and pity.
With shaking hands, Maddie and Jenna took their clothes, quickly pulling them on over their exposed bodies. The fabric felt rough and unfamiliar against their sensitive skin, a reminder of the utter humiliation they had just endured.
As they stood there, fully clothed once more, the weight of the night's events finally sank in. They had been stripped, spanked, and put on display, their bodies compared and discussed like objects for the entertainment of others.They had been taught a lesson they would never forget, a lesson in humility, empathy, and the consequences of their actions.
And as they looked around at the remaining party guests, at the boys who had so openly degraded them and the girls who had watched in silent fascination, they knew that things would never be the same.
They had been changed, forever marked by the utter humiliation and degradation they had endured.
But perhaps, in some small way, they had also grown. Grown in understanding, in compassion, and in the knowledge that every action has its consequences.
And as they slowly made their way back into the house, their legs still trembling and their faces still streaked with tears, they knew that they would carry this day with them for the rest of their lives.
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