Some years ago I had a memorable discipline experience with a girlfriend. The punishment, which was well deserved, was a life-changing experience. I had to remove all my clothes and stand totally naked before her, while she remained fully clothed and explained in detail why I was being disciplined. But that was not the worst of it. She got out her square dance outfit and made me put on pink rhumba panties and an ultra-feminine full-skirted dress with crinolines. I then was sent out into her (fortunately enclosed) backyard to cut switches for the second portion of my punishment. As I came back in, my girlfriend's younger sister saw me in the big, fancy dress with the switches. She followed me into the room and was invited to watch by my girlfriend, who made me pull up the dress and slip and pull down the pink rhumba panties for a spanking. I was horrified, especially in front of the little girl, who couldn't stop giggling at me in that male-killing way little girls laugh.

I have never felt so utterly humiliated as I did that night, especially after my girlfriend let her sister “have a turn.” I went over both laps that night and ended up in great pain. After the spanking, I had to stand in the corner, skirt and slip up, ruffled panties down while the little sister kept up a running commentary on how cute and red my bottom was. I could not sit down for a long time.