LIFE OF SPANKING HUMILIATION
My mother has always used humiliation as a punishment. Whenever I got in
trouble in high school, she insisted on giving me a pants-down spanking right
in the principal’s office. Once she suggested the secretaries be called in
to watch, but the principal said that would be inappropriate. However, the
principal herself always sat and watched as I was being spanked. This type of humiliation continues. A few months ago, mother caught me going too far with a woman named Ellen with whom I had been dating. We were sitting on the couch in my living room, and I had pushed her dress and slip up around her thighs. Ellen resisted as I groped her, and I got a good look at her elegant lavender panties before she pushed me away and tugged her skirt down. She demanded an apology, and I told her I just wanted to get a feel of her panties, and that was when mother walked in, scolded me and sent me to the corner.
She whispered a few word to Ellen, who then got up and went to the bathroom. Upon her return, mother told me to go to the bathroom, take off my undershorts and replace them with what I would find there. Imagine my surprise when I entered the bathroom to see Ellen’s lavender panties draped over the edge of the sink.