Punished in front of company

As a little boy I was often punished by my mother in public usually prefaced by a loud “do you want your bottom smacked” and people would turn and watch, in the 70s it was usual though, I imagine today there would be shocked people, why did allowing boys to run riot without punishment become acceptable?

I’ve only been spanked once, by a dear friend who I asked to punish me. No one else saw or ever found out.

But I would love to be spanked by someone and have another person watch. Not sure how to make it happen so will just have to masturbate to the idea until I find a way.

In the working class community I grew up in, during the 1950s and early 1960s, 'company' meant anyone visiting the house. I lived in a rough and ready coal - mining, steam railroads, factories town.

It was the kind of neighbourhood where my mother's friends, my aunts, uncles etc would often visit the house, usually congregating in the fairly large stone - flagged kitchen. In that era,showing my mother up by misbehaving in front of 'company' was not to be tolerated. My mother was quite feisty and she had a fiery temper. Not that I was particularly badly behaved.

The house I lived in back then did not have a bathroom. Bathing arrangements were quite primitive ( still mostly based around specific bath nights - tin bath - for males / females) as there was no running hot water either. In my case as the youngest child in the family (& the only boy ) my mother would frequently circumvent the 'bathing system' by giving me 'strip washes' in the kitchen.

There were two extremely large stone sinks in the scullery (kitchen). My mother would half fill a sink with cool water from the tap and then either boil up water on an old fashioned stove or draw hot water from a 'copper' (huge washing tub) if it was a wash day (clothes). I would simply have to strip naked and then literally stand in the enormous sink up to my knees in soapy water (sometimes I sat) whilst she washed / sponged / flannelled me down.

The only drawback was that she would do this (if she felt it necessary ) no matter who else was present in the kitchen. She would just carry on talking to whoever was there whilst washing, scrubbing away at me.

Of course, adults seeing young children, especially boys, naked in those days was quite normal. No one seemed in the least bit bothered. My mother had scant regard for any notion of my potential feelings of modesty. From the age of 7 onwards I began to get much more self - conscious and I hated being bathed in front of an 'audience' (no matter how disinterested they appeared to be).

The tipping point came when I was 9. I had been out playing (football probably ). During my absence, my aunt and a friend (plus a teenage daughter) had arrived with an offer to take me out for the day. Our next door neighbour was also there with her daughter (about the same age as me).

As soon as I went into the kitchen, my mother told me that my aunty was very kindly going to take me out . She instructed my older sister to go and find some decent clothes for me. Then she uttered some dreaded words. "Right my lad. You need a good strip wash. Get your clothes off and be sharp (quick) about it" My heart sank, my stomach lurched.....I really did not want to take off everything in front of all of these females. Soon humiliating...."Ohhhh. .Mummm " (whining),.."Do I have to..,??" "Yes you do....hurry up!" "Oh huh Mum....but.." " No buts. Clothes...off....& be sharp about it my lad..,"

"Mum....,, ( quiet & desperate )..,they'll all see my bum and my willy." My mother (impatient..,annoyed)."Stop being so mardy (stupidly unwilling )...nobody'seems bothered about that!!" "Well I am..,," "You what?? I shan't tell you again!! Clothes...All of them...off..now!!"

"But, mum.."

"Right!! I warned you my lad. I'mean not having you showing me up in front of company!!" With that she hauled me across her lap and spanked me quite hard, lecturing me. Then she pulled down my shorts and pants, grabbed a kitchen (hearth) brush and gave me 6 whacks with it."Let that be a lesson to you my lad. Now.,.do as you're told and get undressed!!" My embarrassment was complete.

@schoolmedsboi said: Of course, adults seeing young children, especially boys, naked in those days was quite normal. No one seemed in the least bit bothered. My mother had scant regard for any notion of my potential feelings of modesty. ------ .I really did not want to take off everything in front of all of these females.

Sounds like the attitude at my house. I had girls for playmates and even if I was taking a bath when they came to visit it was perfectly OK in her mind for them to see me naked but the other way around was verboten.

I always found that logic hard to understand because boys actually had something for them to see while girls only had a slit that looked like a continuation of the one in the rear. Of course today I have a serious appreciation of that slit but at 8 or 9 it didn't hold any real fascination for me.

It was mainly the unfairness of her attitude that bothered me since we usually played in the lawn sprinkler naked and were quite familiar with each others anatomy. In fact they liked to watch me piss because it was so different than what they could do and I didn't mind them looking at all. So it was truly the fact that mom hid them from me but not me from them.

I’ve been punished so many times in public and in private that I’ve lost count. Although recently, seems like I’ve been a pretty good girl.

I remember I must have been about 8 or 10 and I was over my neighbors house to play with her son Kenny. His aunts were also there enjoying the summer afternoon. Kenny was a nice kid but a little ballbuster. While we were playing, he really annoyed his aunt Connie. Well Connie had it with him acting up and got up from her chair and started chasing Kenny. He had her running around in circles. Well when she caught him the color dropped out of his face, She grabbed him by the arm and "escorted" him to her beach chair where she sat down then she pulled him over her lap. In two sweeping motions she pulled his shirt up and his pants down exposing his bare bottom. She wasted no time spanking his bottom making his buttocks wiggle like Jello until he was crying and his ass a bright shade of red.

As a 60s child from New England, it was common place among all the kids in the neighborhood to spanked and everyone know about it. I remember two incidents vividly, one at family get together and the other in public at a rest area.

The one at a family event happened at my aunt’s house. We were rough housing with my cousins and I hit one of my brothers accidentally and he did complained to my mom. My mom was swift to act, verbally chastening me and asking my aunt if she had a hairbrush. My aunt got the hairbrush and my mom escorted me to a bedroom by the arm, hairbrush in the other hand. When we got in the room, not even closing the door, she took my pants down, sat on chair and put me over the knee and blistered my bottom with hairbrush. I was crying quickly and she lectured me about my behavior as she spanked. I know everyone could hear what was going on. When she finished she stood me up, pants and underpants at my ankles and put me in the corner and told me to stand there until she came to get me. Then she threw the hairbrush on the bed and went out of the room and apologized to folks for my bad behavior. She sent my cousin to get me a bit later. When he arrived my pants were still at my ankles. He told me to get dressed and go see my mom. When I went in the other room, my mom told me to apologize to everyone for my bad behavior, which I did holding my head down. I was about 10 years old when this happened.

The second incident was at a public rest area in New Hampishere on I-93. My dad took my two brothers and me on a camping trip. We had been in the car about two hours and we were doing boy stuff poking at each other, rough housing a bit. My dad warned us three times, if we did not stop the behavior we were going to get spanked. He always kept in the car a small paddle under the front seat. Finally he had enough and announced that we would be stopping for a potty break at the rest area and then we would be spanked. We pulled into the rest area and he took us the the rest room carrying the paddle. We were allowed to go the bathroom, then we walked outside the building towards the picnic area away from most people. He sat on a bench, lectured all three of us, then told my brothers to go stand and face a tree, he took my pants down, over the knee I went and he paddled my bare bottom. I did cry some. Then he told me to stand with brothers and took my middle brother and the did the same to him and then my youngest brother. Nobody paid much attention to what was going on. But there was truck driver I watching the whole thing and he seemed to be smiling. I was 12 when this happened. I had not started yet to go into puberty.

Both these are strong reminders that parental style discipline is necessary and appropriate.

This was very common in the late forties and fifties. Especially with my best buddy. Our mothers had decided in the house we were in, that parent could and did punish us. His mother liked to spank in the kitchen. There were times we would go through the kitchen to play in the backyard and his mother had a sibling over lap. I remember once she stopped paddling his brother and asked us what we wanted for lunch. We answered and she restarted spanking the boy. And yes if I was on the getting side, others would see me getting it. More than a few times we would get in trouble together and so we would be lined up.

Common at that time was a lounge area outside the ladies restroom proper in department stores and restaurants. It was commonplace to see a kid being dragged in there and a spanking administered. There was the parade of women passing by. And sometimes an adult would pause and watch. And other kids seemed to always wanted to watch (yeah I did too)

Hated discipline infront of sisters, especially i

As I got an erection. Was a about 7

We were always spanked in private (sometimes my sister and I were spanked together) but corner time was always in the living room, bare red butt on display for whoever came over.

I was having a slumber party with several of my friends when I decided to be cool and get a bottle of wine for my friends. When my mother came to check on what we were doing, needless to say, it did not go well. She saw the wine and made me go get the dreaded yardstick. All my friend got to see me pull my pajamas and panties down as she whipped me raw. I never heard the end of it.

Being "punished" in front of boys/men has been my most successful MO ever since I was old enough to consent. The punishment part is not the turn on for me, it is the exposure and the embarrassment, along with the opportunity to humiliate and pleasure myself in front of the company by masturbating for them after my spanking!!

I was never actually spanked in front of company. But at a few different family gatherings I was taken to another room for a discussion on my behavior which generally meant my mom's dand talking to my bare bottom.

I was regularly punished in front of family or family friends if I was caught acting up. My dad was the main disciplinarian and he wouldn't hesitate to give me a wallop. There would not be any warning, no "be good or you'll get a smack" or anything like that. He'd simply grab my arm, pull me in towards him and lean me against his leg and hip and land several very hard smacks on my bottom and or backs of my legs. I would naturally be bright red with embarrassment, trying not to cry and look babyish (although I usually would end up crying) and I would often be wearing shorts so of course his red hand print would be a lasting reminder of my transgression. I guess many people saw me doing the smacked bottom dance, running around holding my bum. It didn't just happen to me, my cousins would sometimes receive the same treatment but that was no consolation when it was happening to me. Some of my folks friends would laugh at me in a not meant to be unkindly way but of course I would be mortified, my grandmother would always give me a cuddle and tell my dad off. I doubt if he was worried though. Almost worse than getting spanked in front of everyone was being sent to bed for the day afterwards. That happened a few times and I really hated being put to bed, especially if it was still early or light outside and being told I was staying there until tomorrow.

Was only ever spanked in front of brothers,if we had company and I misbehaved ,nothing was said until after they left then Dad would give me what was due.

I have been punished in front of my mother in law, my sister in law and brother in law. With her Mom and sister I have been punished infront of them together, and at times with them alone. With my brother in law he was both with Mpm and Sis. And then a few times just with him and Sis. He has been cautioned not to make fun of me or jokes or even mention it , or he would get it. So far he never has.

My father had no problem punishing me in front of company. Even for minor infractions, he didn't hesitate to pull off his belt and use it across my backside or slap me hard across the face. If the infraction was more severe, he'd haul me off to my parents bedroom, have me remove all my clothes and proceed to give a belt whipping that left me unable to sit for days. If anyone has gotten the strap, you know that it makes a loud sound each time it lands across your backside. Of course I screamed out each time the belt landed across my ass. That's how hard I was hit. When the beating was over, I would proceed to get dressed and then be made to return to the living room where I knew the people (company) had heard everything. The humiliation was done to ensure I thought long and hard before I thought about misbehaving again.

@Sloan1023 Wow, Sloan, that is very intense. Do you think for your parent's friends that such behavior by your father was pretty much normal, accepted behavior by parents generally? Or were people clearly uncomfortable to witness what happened to you?

I was also punished in front of company at times. My father never hesitated to take off his belt with everyone in the room and would thrash my rear several times. I would be crying and extremely embarrassed.

I was really only punished a few times as a kid. One of them was in front of company. I shot a neighbor girl with a rubber band and it hit her in the face and left a small mark. My mom and her mom spanked me at my house in front of her daughter. I then had to apologize to her. If you want to know more send me a message.

Oh yes. It is embarrassing especially if you're naked. Got swats naked hard enough that my my legs kicking and I was screaming till I cried in front of all my Dom's friends and their subs. I only had that once I just couldn't take the embarrassment.

Although it was embarrassing as hell I loved the submission of getting my balls busted in front of everybody.

I wasn’t generally spanked in front of company. That would be embarrassing, but also bad was waiting for company to leave, or to get home from something, knowing what’s coming for you! Hard to have a good time knowing you’ve got a spanking coming!

Yes it did happen occasionally when growing up. I was sometimes spanked with or in front of cousins and occasionally at school. My mother sometimes spanked us in front if visitors, but that was rare. Spankings were a fact of life in those days, we misbehaved, we were punished. Simple as that. In terms of comments, there was a “that should teach him”, or “he won’t do that again” type comments. I can’t remember exactly. The spanking may have been discussed immediately after whilst I was composing myself.

I know I would get a couple of quick swats on the bottom if I was starting up in public or in front of company. I'm sure adults saw, but ignored it because it was normalized and not overly hard. My grandmother once looked into my room after I had been spanked by my mother, and she asked me if I was being punished. It was very embarrassing to say "yes." I heard my friends' younger siblings being spanked once or twice in another room, and I vividly remember a friend's mom telling her through gritted teeth that she was going to get a spanking, but I didn't see it happen. Awareness of others being punished, and knowing when someone else could hear my punishment fed into my adult love of spanking quite a bit!

I don’t ever remember being spanked in public as a kid. I’m sure it happened maybe when I was 6 and under in a store. Spankings were quite common back then and for a good hand spanking over clothes were done on the spot most of the times. Most people didn’t pay attention them. Now in school, paddling’s were occasionally gave in the classroom with the teacher sometime making the students lay their head down on their desk and sometime they didn’t. Also, paddling’s in the hall way could have been seen by other teachers, students or even worse by parents or visitors that may be in the hallway.

I do know one time when I was 17 someone saw and I think watched intentionally. The way our yard was we had a small flat front yard with a steep hill behind the house. Because of this we only had one parking space next to the house so anyone else parking there had to park across the road in a small area of gravel and glass. Since I got in before her she always wanted me to park in her spot and now across the road and then we both finish it in the evening. She had told me at least three different times to mow which I didn’t. On the third day she comes Iin with a switch in her hand. I immediately put the foot rest down and say I’m going to mow, her reply, I know you are but first I am blistering your butt. She comes in pulls my shorts and under ware down and proceeds to literally burn my butt and legs up. Afterward I go to the bathroom before I go out to mow. As I am in the bathroom I hear a voice that I couldn’t quite make out who it was. It turns out to be her sister which was there to pick up a small chest for her daughter. I could hear them talk about why she spanked me and heard her say she didn’t blame her for spanking me. I think she came up to door right after she started. The front door had a storm door with all glass and she left the main door open. I believe she stood there and watched at least half of my spanking.

That is the only memory I have someone watching me be spanked.

I would never want to be punished in front of anyone. What happens with me and my Dom stays to ourselves.

I would never want to be punished in front of anyone. What happens with me and my Dom stays to ourselves.

That is the way it should be. No one should know or watch.

That is the way it should be. No one should know or watch.

Others would disagree but for me I’m not into sharing and He shouldn’t be either.

I guess it depends on what you are into. Kinky is one thing but discipline and maintenance is another.

I'm a straight male switch but really love my Domme exwife dressing me head to ankle in latex catsuit, hood and gloves so I'm completely enveloped in latex. Then she'd lace me into some heavy rubber sneakers, usually Converse, and spend the last of the evening keeping me tied or cuffed, doing chores for her and eventually giving her orgasms both orally and with PIV sex making me thrust into her while she's asleep. I loved her for doing it but part of the satisfaction was that we knew we'd keep anything we did betwen us only. Felling embarrassed and humiliated was part of the enjoyment and D/s dynamic, so I'd never want to do it in front of anyone but her, which would be truly embarrassing. However, when my wife or GF would do this to me as her sub, I was alone with him.OTOH, I relished the docs and nurses commenting on my penissubmission, embarrassment and humiliation.

However I've had an ongoing fantasy that if she and I picked out a small group of female friends we liked, knew and trusted to keep whatever they saw confidential, then I'd very much enjoy being "punch drunk) ebb, were here the to inform the public. If my Domme was her reaction, I wasn't surprised, essentially the Don't ask, Don't tell policy so if breast cancer is even better, and being punished in is a good way to start. f you was your idea thanks,

Eric