On display, the only one naked in front of the clothed—Being vulnerable and bare, it's a harrowing, humiliating adrenaline rush.
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Sunday, August 28, 2022
Naked whether he likes it or not
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Joshua’s uncle felt his nephew needed to learn some humility and respect along with a very sore bottom. So before he would bend the young man over for a bare-bottomed thrashing, he made the lad take off all his clothes and gave him a good telling off first. Then, after Joshua’s firm backside was scarlet and covered with welts, the crying youth would be stood back up for a second prolonged scolding. There was something about standing there with a burning bottom and his private parts on full display that really drove the message home.
The total humiliation drove home who was in charge in the home. Even worse than the spanking was the horrible hour standing in the corridor, forbidden to speak or cover as he stood naked in the drafty hallway. His uncle always seemed to be in a strict mood when company was over
When a misbehaving Max was younger, his parents would tell him to put on his “punishment pants” and stand in the corner. What that meant in practice was stripping down to his superhero underoos or plain white briefs, whichever he was wearing that day. Even at age seven, it was embarrassing. If he’d been very bad, the requirement to stay in punishment pants might last a few days, or the corner time might be followed by a good hard spanking over Daddy’s knee. (Though, for some reason, punishment pants were always removed for the spanking part of the punishment.)
As he got older, his underwear changed, and so did the way Dad applied corporal punishment. But the style required for “punishment pants” didn’t: tighty whities were still the rule. Max hated it. Some of his friends on the lacrosse team also got their bare butts paddled or whipped with a belt when they screwed up. They were physical guys, and their fathers understood they’d learn best from physical punishments. But none of the guys would be caught dead in a pair of white briefs. Those were for little kids!
So, one day, being a a proper teen, he rebelled. After ”forgetting” to mow the lawn before going out with his friends, Mom ordered him into his punishment pants and the corner as soon as he got home. He was ready. Instead of going to his room to take off his clothes and put on his tighty whities, he stripped down on the spot to a new pair of boxer shorts he’d just bought that said “FCUK YOU” across the rear and put his nose in the corner as required. His mother gasped when she saw it, but didn’t say anything. Max felt very pleased with himself.
When his father got home, however, the shit hit the fan, and Max regretted his little act of rebellion — big time. Not only did Dad introduce Max’s bare ass to the hickory switch and a whole new world of hurt, but he also pronounced a new punishment procedure:
“Since you dislike your punishment pants so much, Maximilian,” he told the freshly-thrashed, naked teen who was rubbing his smarting backside, “you won’t be wearing them anymore!”
For a split second, Max thought he’d won. This might actually have been worth the throbbing welts and weals criss-crossing his formerly white butt-cheeks and thighs. No more punishment pants!
“Starting right now, and from now on, your punishment uniform will be your birthday suit!”
Max’s eyes went wide in terror. He started to protest, but Dad cut him off.
“Before you start to argue with me,” Dad growled, “consider how this hickory switch just painted your back door crimson and ask yourself if you want me to apply a second coat. You are on restriction until Monday morning, and the only time you may change out of your new punishment uniform is when you join the family in going to church.”
Max was whipped (both figuratively and literally), and he knew it.
So his naked punishments began.
Even now that he was in college, if he came home with bad grades or was found out to have been drinking (he still wasn’t 21), his punishment always began with the requirement to remove every last stitch of clothing. It was humiliating.
After any time in the corner and a session with Dad’s belt or the switch, a totally naked and restricted Max would hide in his room. Mom might take pity on him and bring him lunch while he was on restriction. Even that was embarrassing. Dad, however, required his son to join the family for dinner — in his punishment uniform, of course!
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Joshua’s uncle felt his nephew needed to learn some humility and respect along with a very sore bottom. So before he would bend the young man over for a bare-bottomed thrashing, he made the lad take off all his clothes and gave him a good telling off first. Then, after Joshua’s firm backside was scarlet and covered with welts, the crying youth would be stood back up for a second prolonged scolding. There was something about standing there with a burning bottom and his private parts on full display that really drove the message home.
The total humiliation drove home who was in charge in the home. Even worse than the spanking was the horrible hour standing in the corridor, forbidden to speak or cover as he stood naked in the drafty hallway. His uncle always seemed to be in a strict mood when company was over
When a misbehaving Max was younger, his parents would tell him to put on his “punishment pants” and stand in the corner. What that meant in practice was stripping down to his superhero underoos or plain white briefs, whichever he was wearing that day. Even at age seven, it was embarrassing. If he’d been very bad, the requirement to stay in punishment pants might last a few days, or the corner time might be followed by a good hard spanking over Daddy’s knee. (Though, for some reason, punishment pants were always removed for the spanking part of the punishment.)
As he got older, his underwear changed, and so did the way Dad applied corporal punishment. But the style required for “punishment pants” didn’t: tighty whities were still the rule. Max hated it. Some of his friends on the lacrosse team also got their bare butts paddled or whipped with a belt when they screwed up. They were physical guys, and their fathers understood they’d learn best from physical punishments. But none of the guys would be caught dead in a pair of white briefs. Those were for little kids!
So, one day, being a a proper teen, he rebelled. After ”forgetting” to mow the lawn before going out with his friends, Mom ordered him into his punishment pants and the corner as soon as he got home. He was ready. Instead of going to his room to take off his clothes and put on his tighty whities, he stripped down on the spot to a new pair of boxer shorts he’d just bought that said “FCUK YOU” across the rear and put his nose in the corner as required. His mother gasped when she saw it, but didn’t say anything. Max felt very pleased with himself.
When his father got home, however, the shit hit the fan, and Max regretted his little act of rebellion — big time. Not only did Dad introduce Max’s bare ass to the hickory switch and a whole new world of hurt, but he also pronounced a new punishment procedure:
“Since you dislike your punishment pants so much, Maximilian,” he told the freshly-thrashed, naked teen who was rubbing his smarting backside, “you won’t be wearing them anymore!”
For a split second, Max thought he’d won. This might actually have been worth the throbbing welts and weals criss-crossing his formerly white butt-cheeks and thighs. No more punishment pants!
“Starting right now, and from now on, your punishment uniform will be your birthday suit!”
Max’s eyes went wide in terror. He started to protest, but Dad cut him off.
“Before you start to argue with me,” Dad growled, “consider how this hickory switch just painted your back door crimson and ask yourself if you want me to apply a second coat. You are on restriction until Monday morning, and the only time you may change out of your new punishment uniform is when you join the family in going to church.”
Max was whipped (both figuratively and literally), and he knew it.
So his naked punishments began.
Even now that he was in college, if he came home with bad grades or was found out to have been drinking (he still wasn’t 21), his punishment always began with the requirement to remove every last stitch of clothing. It was humiliating.
After any time in the corner and a session with Dad’s belt or the switch, a totally naked and restricted Max would hide in his room. Mom might take pity on him and bring him lunch while he was on restriction. Even that was embarrassing. Dad, however, required his son to join the family for dinner — in his punishment uniform, of course!
Oh how Max longed for his punishment pants!
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