Teenage Girl Babysitter Acts Too Smart for Her Own Good, Ends Up Being Shamed and Spanked on Her Bare Bottom in Front of the Very Boys She Was Babysitting
Not long after I had turned 17, I suffered one of the worst possible utterly humiliating indignity imaginable for a teenage girl babysitter: being completely stripped and fully exposed from the waist down and then soundly spanked on my bare bottom in front of the very two younger boys whom I had been babysitting that night.
I know that many parents (and certainly 99.9% of males who have ever had a teenage girl babysitter who they felt was overly bitchy and bossy and mean) might say it was actually a fitting and proper comeuppance for me to receive. But, in any event, it was a punishment I'll never live down.
It all started because of my stupid stepdad, his stubbornness and lack of respect for me to make my own decisions.
A family with two boys, ages 10 and 12, lived just down the block from us. I had babysat the boys in the past and really wasn't keen on babysitting them again because they were a handful for sure.
One weekend in the fall of 2002 my younger brother (age 14) and I were with my stepdad for one of the many mandatory, court-ordered 'visitations' we had to spend with him.
I was already ticked at having to cancel a date that Saturday night with my boyfriend. And my stepdad further irritated me by having promised that family I'd babysit that night. But then I started thinking about it and realized it was at least a chance to actually be with my boyfriend.
Only my plan backfired when the boys wouldn't cooperate by going to sleep several hours before the bedtime specified by their parents. Because they ruined a chance for me to do some cuddling with my boyfriend, I decided to retaliate by exaggerating their misbehavior that evening once their parents got home.
I wouldn't mind much at all if their parents gave them a firm spanking with the bare hand and I can't say that I wouldn't have enjoyed watching their bared embarrassment.
However, if I even thought for a moment they would be strapped with a belt I would have lied from the onset and said they behaved like little angels.
But if I didn't anticipate the dad's reaction, what then?
That's sort of what led to my dilemma and I suffered the consequences for lying and trying to be too smart for my own good.
The dad took off his belt. But before he made the boys pull down their pants, I stopped him and told him that what I initially said about the boys' behavior wasn't exactly entirely true.
Instead, I truthfully admitted that the boys actually behaved fairly good and only caused me some trouble when I tried to send them upstairs to bed way too early.
When he and his wife seemed at first to doubt me (probably because they knew how bad the boys often behaved for babysitters!), I finally admitted that after he and his wife left I had intended to invite a boyfriend over after (planning on) sending the boys to bed early. It was only then that the boys acted up.
I noted how the boys overheard me talking to my boyfriend on the phone and upon hearing my scheme they said if I did that they'd tattle on me to their parents.
I said I told the boys it would just be their word against mine and their parents would surely believe me, not them. But because they had ruined a chance for me to be alone with my boyfriend I had planned on retaliating against them by making up lies about them being bratty, rude and obnoxious all night long.
However, I told the dad, upon seeing him take off his belt, my conscience couldn't permit me to see the boys have their bare bottoms repeatedly hit when they had really done nothing wrong. I said that at worst I thought they'd surely be grounded and that maybe the boys would have to pull their pants down for a bare bottom spanking by the hand.
Then the boys tattled on me and told their parents perhaps the worst of it: that I told them I would enjoy seeing them blushing with their pants down and trying to cover up their little penises while they got spanked. They also noted that I would then remind them of their shame each and ever time I babysat them in the future which I told them I hoped would be every week just so they feel embarrassed again and again because they helped to ruin a chance for me to be with my boyfriend.
But to see them hit with the belt would have been too much for my conscience to take. I then apologized for trying to get the boys in trouble.
The boys' parents said I should be ashamed of myself as they both berated me and told me how disappointed they were in me and for me violating their trust. Yet, they still wanted to pay me but I said that, no, I couldn't take their money. The mom said she was at least impressed with my honesty even though if it were up to her I would be sternly punished, while the dad was still a bit visibly angry (probably because he nearly punished for boys for no reason).
I then apologized again and left only to find myself outside at my car with a dead battery.
As much as I hated to do so, I had to call my stepdad (my younger brother and I were with him for the weekend) to come pick me up since it was around midnight.
Although the family just lived down the block from my mom's house, my mom was away that weekend while my younger brother and I had one of those frequent court-ordered 'visitation' weekends with our stepdad. He had got a place for himself after moving out, so we had to be with him. His new place was miles away, hence why I had my car with me.
When my stepdad got there, he brought along not only my younger brother (who was now 14) but also his new girlfriend and one of her nephews, who was around 6 or 7), since he was going to drive Terri and her nephew home that night anyway.
And that's when my night turned from bad to worse.
Terri's nephew said he needed to use the bathroom and I went back inside to get my handbag. I then excused myself to the bathroom as well once Terri's nephew came out. But in that time the parents of the two boys began to tell everything I had confessed about to my stepdad!
When I walked back out into the family room, my stepdad immediately started to go into a fit about how dare I try to get those boys in trouble and that I was going to be the one punished, etc., etc., etc.
I said I was sorry over and over and that I had already apologized, etc., etc., etc.
But that didn't matter. My stepdad called me over to him and said he was going to spank me right there, looking up at the two boys' parents to see if they had any objections.
The mother of the two boys just kind of smirked and said, "Well, it would be a fitting punishment for her. If I were her mom, I'd spank her, too. Becky even did say how much she would have enjoyed seeing the boys embarrassed with their pants down getting spanked on their bare butt."
That set my stepdad off even more: "Oh? She said that, did she?"
"Well, then Becky. Get over here. NOW!"
I glanced over at the two boys and they just had the widest grins on their faces. They were obvious quite content at the thought of seeing ME punished! My brother and Terri's nephew were already giggling (since they had already seem me spanked in the recent past).
As I walked over and stood in front of my stepdad, who by now had sat down on a dining table chair he had pulled over, he first berated me for how I was dressed. I was wearing a short, mid-riff bearing tube top (no bra) that went down to just above my exposed navel, a pair of tight shorts (and panties) and sandals.
With Terri's nephew sitting on a chair immediately to my stepdad's right (Terri and my brother off to my stepdad's right even further) and the two boys I had babysat and their parents now sitting down behind me, my stepdad then unfastened my shorts and pulled both them and my panties down in one swoop.
The air was filled by gasps and giggles from the boys, my brother at least merely smirking at my exposure and my shame.
My stepdad then stood up, put his hands on my shoulders and spun me around to face the two boys and their parents. I gasped in embarrassment, throwing my hands down to cover my neatly trimmed pubes, which at that time extended upwards over my mound from my clit into a little bush, leaving my lips cleanly shaven on both sides.
I was then ordered to apologize. When I said, by now sniffling and my eyes tearing up, that I had already apologized, the mother of the two boys pointed out that I really hadn't apologized to her two sons.
Mortified as the boys looked me over, I began blabbering out an apology to them until Terri interrupted and said, "Hands at your sides, Becky."
When I hesitated, my stepdad walked over a few steps and gave me two hard slaps to my bare bottom and repeated what Terri had said.
Closing my eyes for a few seconds in shame, I did as instructed, hearing the boys snicker and giggle until I mustered up enough courage to open them.
Terri then said, "Becky, start over with your apology."
Oh, great! More exposed shame!
I looked down at the floor while I muttered my apology again until Terri told me to look at the boys! Of course, when I did so, their eyes met mine only when they weren't darting back down to glance at my exposed bottomless.
The boys' mom even snickered about, asking me, "So Becky. How does it feel to have YOUR pants down before you get punished? Like you wanted them to feel? Embarrassed? Ashamed?"
I nodded but my stepdad ordered me to put my feelings into words.
"Yes, I feel very embarrassed," I noted, as the giggled even louder. And I apologized for lying about them again.
As that all went on for probably two minutes, I tried to avoid eye contact with the boys' father, but at one point our eyes met and he had a smirk on his face. There was not a sympathetic face towards me in the room!
My stepdad then ordered me to step out of my shorts and panties and walk back over to him as I obviously had to spread my feet apart enough to kick them off. Of course it doing so, the boys got even a better frontal view of me.
I was then soon over my stepdad's lap and the spanking began.
As he had been doing so recently, he punctuated each word denouncing my behavior with a hard slap to my bare bottom several seconds apart so that I would feel each slap separately, sometimes alternating which cheek to strike, sometimes not, but thoroughly spanking both sides of my bottom and most especially my sit spot.
For a few seconds, I tried to keep my legs together but due to the stinging pain soon modesty was of no real concern despite me hearing all three young boys giggling behind me. Apparently, the boys whom I had babysat for the evening decided to take advantage of the opportunity to get an impromptu education on the female anatomy.
After the lecture part of the spanking, another phase of it began in which I had to issue promises about my future behavior while still being spanked as I responded. By now my bottom was quite red and quite sore. Then it was over. Probably a good three to four minutes.
When I was told to stand up, I was the one doing the spanking dance you referred to, trying to rubbing my sore bottom, arching up and down on my toes, oblivious to the fact that my tube top had slide down to around my mid-section. So, my bare buns weren't the only things jiggling about as I did the spanking dance.
After the most immediately pain began to subside, probably not for a good minute or so at least, Terri told me, "Shame on you. Pop your tits back in your top, Becky."
That got giggles from everyone in the room save for perhaps my stepdad. Even the boys' mom had a look of satisfaction on her face for the shameful punishment that without a doubt just put an impertinent teenage girl in her place.
I fixed my top, but didn't bother trying to cover up down below. Everyone in the room had gotten a long, good view of my womanhood. Trying to regain any modesty now was pointless.
It was at this point that the mother of the boys incredulously said to my stepdad, "I don't think we will have to worry now about Becky acting inappropriately when she's babysitting the boys in the future."
I thought to myself, did I hear her correctly? She wants me to continue babysitting her two boys?
The woman then added, "Becky had said that when threatening the boys she intended to remind them of them feeling embarrassed ever time she'd babysit them in the future. Looks like she'll be the one embarrassed now. Won't you be, Becky?"
When I blushed and nodded, she added she wanted me to babysit her sons each of the following two weekends!
My stepdad said that would be fine with him and when I protested that I had plans to go out with my friends, he said he didn't care.
He then told the parents of the boys that if I presented any problems, they had his permission to spank me!
I raised my voice and protested, "That's not fair! They can't spank me."
But he asked them, "Do you have a problem with that?"
They each shrugged, the woman saying, "Not at all. I'd have liked to spank her myself for what she did tonight. I think it was admirable of her to confess what she planned but she still needed to be punished."
When I muttered a "What the fuck?" my stepdad said "Watch your mouth, Becky" and then marched me over to the woman and told me to bend over. When I hesitated, he began to arch my back over until I quickly relented, finding myself over the woman's lap!
Ten painful swats from her later, I was standing again, my tube top again betraying me.
She then nodded to her husband and I was quickly pulled over his knee and got a good half dozen or so swats from him, too!
Terri then suggested that for my disrespect and to help insure my proper behavior, the parents of the two boys should spank me on my bare bottom the following weekend as soon as I arrived there to babysit the boys: "That will help her continue to reflect on how poorly she behaved tonight."
The woman said, "You mean something like a preventive spanking? I'm O.K. with that."
The boys giggled. Evidently, they were going to be quite fine with that, too!
My stepdad then told my brother and I to go wait in the car with Terri's nephew, that he and Terri would be out in a few minutes. (No doubt they wanted to rip my mom about the divorce proceedings).
The two boys waved to me as I blushed in retreat, giggling "See you next week, Becky."
Terri reminded me to put my tube top back in place, which I did. But I was still bottomless, too. But when I looked around to retrieve my shorts and panties, I saw that Terri was holding them and she told me, "Just go out to the car, Becky. I'll bring them out to you."
Embarrassed, I headed outside half-naked with a red bottom, at this point not much caring who would see me. No one else did, thankfully, and within a minute Terri's nephew, my brother Matt and I were sitting in the back seat, me crying in pain and shame, them smirking and grinning at my embarrassment.
Actually, sitting is a subjective term in this case. Because I wasn't quite sitting. I was more or less resting half over onto my brother's lap, not at all concerned that Terri's nephew was getting a close-up view of everything.
I then made sure the following weekend to humble myself to the boys, literally having to get down on my knees to BEG them not to tell their friends in the neighborhood they saw me getting spanked on my bare bottom. I pretty much ended up their maid and waitress any time I babysat them after that.
