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Hi and thanks for being willing to read this. It has began so hard for me to handle it lately, therefore I chose to confide anonymously in a forum... I find it safer... I guess I wouldn't be able to tell any therapist in real life...
So as you read it in the title, I got spanked bare bottom in public. I was 11. I'm now 21. The perpetrator was my male teacher.
It happened at the very end of the school day. I remember that our class had been being wild since the morning for some reason, and we could tell that the teacher was really getting tired of it.
So at this moment everyone was talking and laughing loudly while the teacher was trying to calm us down. Thinking that my comment was going to be unheard in such noise I said : "Mr.X (our teacher's name) is a d**c**b** !"... Except that somehow the whole class suddenly went silent right before I talked. It's funny (may I dare say it this way) how I felt and still feel to this day that the class premeditated the spanking in some way or another... Why did they choose to go completely quiet right at this moment ? And why didn't I decide to say some BS just a few seconds before everyone went silent or to just shut it up ?
So right after saying what I somehow tought I needed to say I instantly knew I f**ked up. I felt my cheeks warming up. I looked at the teacher. He was staring at me. He gave me a dirty look. I felt mortified. Then I perceived a change in his gaze, and then the arising of a very, very, subtle smirk (that I was probably the only one in the class to notice).
Right at this moment I knew what was coming. I knew what was going to happen. He had already warned us that the worst punishment he could give to a really rude behavior (as fighting or cursing) was the bare bottom spanking (it was actually a rather common punishment used by teachers in our school). He had already threatened some of us (mostly girls curisously).
Therefore I knew. And he knew that I knew it too.
It was too good of an opportunity for him to miss.
He still had that subtle smirk and he told me:
"Come here Mackenzie."
Then he said to the class : "I think Mackenzie needs a good spanking."
I felt the whole world fall apart around me. I didn't argue. I didn't even think about arguing. I did as he told me to do. I stood up and went in front of the classroom. He got up from his chair and he dragged it behind where I was standing. He then sat on it. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't look at any of my classmates. I was staring at the floor. The whole class was still quiet. I think everyone was shocked and in complete disbelief at what was most likely going to happen.
He pushed me aside so everybody could see him and then asked the class:
"Do I bare her butt ? I think she deserves it, don't you ?"
The boys agreed wildly in unison whereas the girls remained silent. That's the moment I literally broke down in tears. It didn't affect him. He turned me over him. Without any kind of pity he slowly unbuttoned my pants and I cried even harder. Behind my back I could hear the boys becoming agitated, finally figuring out that he was going to do it for real.
He pulled my pants down to my ankles. Then he pulled my panties down. Also to the anckles.
I heard the boys gulp.
It feels strange if you have never experienced it before, you know, being naked in public. It probably had already happened to me before that day, when I was just a toddler I guess, but I don't remember it. When you're this young you may not think too much about it. When you're older and more aware of things you feel so... Helpless I guess... Well, I felt helpless anyway...Typing is getting hard for me right now... I know that there's little chance of me getting recognized, I know that I don't have to actually utter a word, but it's still just so hard for me to put it down...
He then laid me on his laps.
So here I was, a** naked on my teacher's laps... I think I heard him gulp too. He didn't start spanking me right after he pulled down my panties. He waited. That pervert was most likely enjoying his look as long as he could. Then he seemed to snap of out it. He adjusted me on his laps so my butt would be easier to reach... Then it started.
When such a thing happens, there are lots of contradictory feelings flooding your head... Pain, humiliation... But also arousal... I learnt later in my life that it was normal to feel aroused during spanking because of the stimulation of nerves, but back then I didn't know it. I already knew this feeling before getting spanked, for I started msturbation rather early in life, and it was strange to me to feel this way right at this moment... I started to feel deeply ashamed.
He gave me about 30-35 spankings, and without wanting to get any more scabrous, I'm actually convinced that he came during that punishment (he was breathing heavily).
After that final smack he made me stand up. My pants and panties were still around my ankles. I heard the boys sigh with pleasure and whisper. I painfully put my clothes back. My bottoms hurt but the pain was nowhere near as intense as the humiliation and the shame I felt.
The teacher stood up and put his chair back at its original place. I went back to my desk and sat on my seat. I felt everyone watching me but I was avoiding any eye contact.
The bell rang some seconds later. The boys happily packed their things up. Some girls did too while other tried to reassure me I guess... They told me not to worry, because "every girl's butt looks the same"... As you may think it didn't help much. It was easy for them to say that kind of things. They were not the one suffering the pain of humiliation and the shame.
Then I went home. I didn't tell my parents. I have never done it. What could they do about it ? They certainly couldn't have erased from anyone's brain the sight of my bottoms. I acted as if nothing happened, but inside I was literally broken. I barely slept that night. I was hoping that everybody would have forgotten my punishment the next day. How wrong was I.
Everybody had changed the way they interacted with me. All the boys had that smirk that was telling me something like "I know how your as* looks like, you b*tch". The teacher also had it. They (the boys, not the teacher) nicknamed me "Nice A**".
Thinking about all the pleasure I gave the teacher and the boys made me feel and still makes me feel so enraged, you know... It's like a never-ending feeling. And I can't do nothing about it. Nothing.
The girls were overall nicer, although pity was the main thing I seemed to get from them. Any kind of any other consideration was irremediably gone.
Fortunately for me school ended not so long after. The next year I was going to enter Middle School. There were two of them. One had to be thirty to at most forty minutes away from home whereas the other one was a bit more than one hour away. I chose to go to the second one, since most of my classmates said that they were going to the first one. Naturally it astonished my parents. They tried to convince me to change my mind. I didn't. I told them I was afraid to get distracted from work having all my friends around me. They were still surprised but quietly proud of the apparent wisdom I showed them.
So I entered this school. Luckily no one from my previous class chose it. I was the only one to know what happened.
From then my school years went rather well, given all the issues I had. Strangely and luckily for me I never came across one of my previous classmates and no one never told me about what happened in elementary school, whether they didn't know, care or wanted to embarrass me remains unknown.
My sex life on the other hand had been rather... Disordered, to say the least.
I had sex for the first time at 15. It was with a complete stranger I met on the internet. He was years older than I was.
We began talking about things and others and I asked him rather quickly if he wanted us to meet so we could have sex together. He agreed.
The first thing I did when we met at his house was pulling my pants and my panties down to my ankles. I told him to "spank me and then f**k me like the b*tch I was". Naturally he did as I told him. It delighted him. The same way the teacher and the boys were delighted to see my naked butt. I liked it too. I liked to experience the feelings of humiliation, shame, rage and arousal all over again. I liked being treated like nothing but an object.
I had sex with him the exact same way several times, but I decided to stop at some point. We had seen each other too much. He knew what my butt looked like. There was no more embarrassment of being seen naked.
That's the thing with me... I've never had any boyfriend. I've only had guys I met on the internet for sex. There are a lot of them. Up to 20 I'd say.
And the thing is I'd like to be able to form a stable relationship. I'd like to love a man. I'm ashamed of having so many sexual partners. But it seems like I can't restrain myself, and it breaks my heart.
I seem to sexually suffer from something that has the apperance of compulsion. For example, whenever I hear about a young girl getting spanked bare bottom, my vagina clenches reflexively and I feel the need to masturbate.
So that's finally what I needed to tell. I'm sorry for the length of my text... I think I needed to be meticulous. It wasn't easy to write. I'd like to know if someone could understand and explain to me why I feel and act this way.
Thanks for reading.
AshamedGirl
So as you read it in the title, I got spanked bare bottom in public. I was 11. I'm now 21. The perpetrator was my male teacher.
It happened at the very end of the school day. I remember that our class had been being wild since the morning for some reason, and we could tell that the teacher was really getting tired of it.
So at this moment everyone was talking and laughing loudly while the teacher was trying to calm us down. Thinking that my comment was going to be unheard in such noise I said : "Mr.X (our teacher's name) is a d**c**b** !"... Except that somehow the whole class suddenly went silent right before I talked. It's funny (may I dare say it this way) how I felt and still feel to this day that the class premeditated the spanking in some way or another... Why did they choose to go completely quiet right at this moment ? And why didn't I decide to say some BS just a few seconds before everyone went silent or to just shut it up ?
So right after saying what I somehow tought I needed to say I instantly knew I f**ked up. I felt my cheeks warming up. I looked at the teacher. He was staring at me. He gave me a dirty look. I felt mortified. Then I perceived a change in his gaze, and then the arising of a very, very, subtle smirk (that I was probably the only one in the class to notice).
Right at this moment I knew what was coming. I knew what was going to happen. He had already warned us that the worst punishment he could give to a really rude behavior (as fighting or cursing) was the bare bottom spanking (it was actually a rather common punishment used by teachers in our school). He had already threatened some of us (mostly girls curisously).
Therefore I knew. And he knew that I knew it too.
It was too good of an opportunity for him to miss.
He still had that subtle smirk and he told me:
"Come here Mackenzie."
Then he said to the class : "I think Mackenzie needs a good spanking."
I felt the whole world fall apart around me. I didn't argue. I didn't even think about arguing. I did as he told me to do. I stood up and went in front of the classroom. He got up from his chair and he dragged it behind where I was standing. He then sat on it. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't look at any of my classmates. I was staring at the floor. The whole class was still quiet. I think everyone was shocked and in complete disbelief at what was most likely going to happen.
He pushed me aside so everybody could see him and then asked the class:
"Do I bare her butt ? I think she deserves it, don't you ?"
The boys agreed wildly in unison whereas the girls remained silent. That's the moment I literally broke down in tears. It didn't affect him. He turned me over him. Without any kind of pity he slowly unbuttoned my pants and I cried even harder. Behind my back I could hear the boys becoming agitated, finally figuring out that he was going to do it for real.
He pulled my pants down to my ankles. Then he pulled my panties down. Also to the anckles.
I heard the boys gulp.
It feels strange if you have never experienced it before, you know, being naked in public. It probably had already happened to me before that day, when I was just a toddler I guess, but I don't remember it. When you're this young you may not think too much about it. When you're older and more aware of things you feel so... Helpless I guess... Well, I felt helpless anyway...Typing is getting hard for me right now... I know that there's little chance of me getting recognized, I know that I don't have to actually utter a word, but it's still just so hard for me to put it down...
He then laid me on his laps.
So here I was, a** naked on my teacher's laps... I think I heard him gulp too. He didn't start spanking me right after he pulled down my panties. He waited. That pervert was most likely enjoying his look as long as he could. Then he seemed to snap of out it. He adjusted me on his laps so my butt would be easier to reach... Then it started.
When such a thing happens, there are lots of contradictory feelings flooding your head... Pain, humiliation... But also arousal... I learnt later in my life that it was normal to feel aroused during spanking because of the stimulation of nerves, but back then I didn't know it. I already knew this feeling before getting spanked, for I started msturbation rather early in life, and it was strange to me to feel this way right at this moment... I started to feel deeply ashamed.
He gave me about 30-35 spankings, and without wanting to get any more scabrous, I'm actually convinced that he came during that punishment (he was breathing heavily).
After that final smack he made me stand up. My pants and panties were still around my ankles. I heard the boys sigh with pleasure and whisper. I painfully put my clothes back. My bottoms hurt but the pain was nowhere near as intense as the humiliation and the shame I felt.
The teacher stood up and put his chair back at its original place. I went back to my desk and sat on my seat. I felt everyone watching me but I was avoiding any eye contact.
The bell rang some seconds later. The boys happily packed their things up. Some girls did too while other tried to reassure me I guess... They told me not to worry, because "every girl's butt looks the same"... As you may think it didn't help much. It was easy for them to say that kind of things. They were not the one suffering the pain of humiliation and the shame.
Then I went home. I didn't tell my parents. I have never done it. What could they do about it ? They certainly couldn't have erased from anyone's brain the sight of my bottoms. I acted as if nothing happened, but inside I was literally broken. I barely slept that night. I was hoping that everybody would have forgotten my punishment the next day. How wrong was I.
Everybody had changed the way they interacted with me. All the boys had that smirk that was telling me something like "I know how your as* looks like, you b*tch". The teacher also had it. They (the boys, not the teacher) nicknamed me "Nice A**".
Thinking about all the pleasure I gave the teacher and the boys made me feel and still makes me feel so enraged, you know... It's like a never-ending feeling. And I can't do nothing about it. Nothing.
The girls were overall nicer, although pity was the main thing I seemed to get from them. Any kind of any other consideration was irremediably gone.
Fortunately for me school ended not so long after. The next year I was going to enter Middle School. There were two of them. One had to be thirty to at most forty minutes away from home whereas the other one was a bit more than one hour away. I chose to go to the second one, since most of my classmates said that they were going to the first one. Naturally it astonished my parents. They tried to convince me to change my mind. I didn't. I told them I was afraid to get distracted from work having all my friends around me. They were still surprised but quietly proud of the apparent wisdom I showed them.
So I entered this school. Luckily no one from my previous class chose it. I was the only one to know what happened.
From then my school years went rather well, given all the issues I had. Strangely and luckily for me I never came across one of my previous classmates and no one never told me about what happened in elementary school, whether they didn't know, care or wanted to embarrass me remains unknown.
My sex life on the other hand had been rather... Disordered, to say the least.
I had sex for the first time at 15. It was with a complete stranger I met on the internet. He was years older than I was.
We began talking about things and others and I asked him rather quickly if he wanted us to meet so we could have sex together. He agreed.
The first thing I did when we met at his house was pulling my pants and my panties down to my ankles. I told him to "spank me and then f**k me like the b*tch I was". Naturally he did as I told him. It delighted him. The same way the teacher and the boys were delighted to see my naked butt. I liked it too. I liked to experience the feelings of humiliation, shame, rage and arousal all over again. I liked being treated like nothing but an object.
I had sex with him the exact same way several times, but I decided to stop at some point. We had seen each other too much. He knew what my butt looked like. There was no more embarrassment of being seen naked.
That's the thing with me... I've never had any boyfriend. I've only had guys I met on the internet for sex. There are a lot of them. Up to 20 I'd say.
And the thing is I'd like to be able to form a stable relationship. I'd like to love a man. I'm ashamed of having so many sexual partners. But it seems like I can't restrain myself, and it breaks my heart.
I seem to sexually suffer from something that has the apperance of compulsion. For example, whenever I hear about a young girl getting spanked bare bottom, my vagina clenches reflexively and I feel the need to masturbate.
So that's finally what I needed to tell. I'm sorry for the length of my text... I think I needed to be meticulous. It wasn't easy to write. I'd like to know if someone could understand and explain to me why I feel and act this way.
Thanks for reading.
AshamedGirl
