As a girl, I used to spank myself in my parents' basement rec room. pants down and over an old hassock with a ping pong paddle. My cousin, Annette, caught me and offered to do the job from then on. for a few years she used to paddle my bare bottom pretty well!
@gabistillgetsit
This is similar to just about the MOST embarrassing thing that has EVER happened to me!
When I started junior high school (7th grade), I noticed the paddle hanging on the wall in the boys locker room, and really wondered how it was used. Before the first week of school was over, I saw an 8th grade boy get paddled by the PE coach. The boys' and girls' PE coaches were the school disciplinarians (for boys and girls, respectively). Even if you got in trouble in math class, for example, your PE coach would give you your spanking.
This 8th grade boy brought a pink punishment slip to PE class (from another teacher) because he had used foul language in a hallway. During attendance at the beginning of PE class, anybody with pink punishment slips was required to hand them over to the coach when your name was called. If you turned in a punishment slip, the coach would be waiting for you with the paddle when you finished taking your shower after class. The coach would blister your bare butt, before allowing you to grab a towel. So, you were still totally naked, and totally wet. The other students in the locker room were not whatsoever discouraged from watching your paddling. The anticipation and embarrassment of receiving such a public naked spanking caused many boys to get rock-hard erections while taking their shower and while being paddled. After a paddling, the coach would sign the punishment slip, and the student would have to take it home for a parent's signature… which, for every student that I ever knew, meant a bare-bottomed appointment with Mom's hairbrush and/or Dad's strap (or whatever were the parents' preferred disciplinary implements).
Watching the coach light this 8th grade boy's butt on fire, while his hard penis was standing at attention, was more than I could handle. I just HAD to know what that paddle felt like! If I really wanted to experience a junior high school paddling that badly, I should have just used foul language in the hallway, in the vicinity of a teacher. But I thought that I could get away with staying in the locker room, to give myself a paddling after my PE class had ended. Lunch was the next thing on the schedule, right after my PE class ended, and everybody (students and teachers) ate lunch at the same time. So, I lingered in the showers, until everything was very quiet in the locker room. My body had started to dry, so when I thought the coast was clear, I turned the shower back on to quickly get wet again (I was trying to create as realistic an experience as possible). Then, I quickly went and retrieved the paddle off the locker room wall. I was trying to do everything the same way that I had seen it happen with the 8th grade boy about a week earlier. In fact, remembering his erection caused me to get an erection. I straddled the punishment horse (an old gymnastics vaulting horse), and started to WHACK my butt with the paddle (not very effective, honestly)…
“What in God's Name are you doing, Young Man?”
😱😮😳😆😱
… the girls' (female) PE coach was standing there watching me!
Apparently, there was going to be the first girls' home interscholastic basketball game after school on that day, and the girls' coach was going to put up some posters in the boys' locker room, because the boys' locker room would be used after school by the visiting girls' basketball team.
She had compassion on me. She told me that she knew I must be very embarrassed, and she didn't want for me to be even more embarrassed. So, she told me to give her the paddle and she would finish what I said started, because what I was doing was obviously very naughty. She blistered my butt, but she promised never to tell anybody. But, every time I saw her for the next two years I was SO embarrassed!