Brothers Watch Stepdad Strip Sister

I Was 16 When My Stepdad Stripped and Spanked Me in Front of My Brothers

It was difficult enough for me as a teenage girl to get much privacy with two brothers in the house without our stepdad stripping me bare in front of them to give me humiliating spankings. But that's what happened when I was 16. I'm sure it's not hard to imagine my mortification.

Somehow, until that summer of 2002, I lucked out. My younger brother? Not so much. He was regularly picked on, hounded, belittled and spanked. Regularly. Hardly a week or two would go by without poor Matt (who is nearly three years younger than me) having to sit at the supper table squirming as a result of a sore bottom. Even several of my older brother's girlfriends witnessed his embarrassment, watching him rub his poor backside at the end of a spanking while standing bottomless in front of them in shame.

If I was present when my stepdad spanked my brother, I was never asked the leave the room. Yes, I was free to watch. But I knew my mom didn't like my stepdad spanking Matt so on my own I'd usually get up and leave. But, until I was a teenager and finally realized how unfair Matt's spankings were, I'd often smirk at my brother or stay just long enough to see him standing there in his tighty whities.

Sometimes, my brother would be carrying on to the point that he got spanked initially over his underwear. I watched a number of those spankings and am ashamed to admit I teased by brother afterward about them. And a few times I also watched my stepdad slip my brother's underwear off while he was over his lap and spank his bare bottom hard.

One time, when in 6th grade and while my friend Melanie was over the house, my brother was getting a bare bottom spanking. When she heard him crying and asked me what was wrong, I suggested she go into the living room to find out. She returned with a look of horror on her face. Melanie said my stepdad was spanking my brother's bare bottom and that it was very red. She said when Matt stood up, he was rubbing his bottom when he saw her. I giggled but Melanie said it wasn't funny.

A few months I spent a weekend at Melanie's house and found out then that Melanie's stepmom often spanked her in front of her stepbrothers and, as I witnessed, sometimes with her panties down. I understood the pain, shame and humiliation that Melanie was going through and, in turn, my brother's. That and then several times after that witnessing just how red my brother's bare butt turned made me realize just how vicious the spankings from my stepdad were.

But I always lucked out. More than once our stepdad threatened to spank us both for something or sometimes just me. A few times I ended up over his lap with my skirt pulled up but fate would always intervene, usually my mom arguing with my stepdad, a phone call, whatever. And with each time I managed to avoid a spanking, I'm sure my younger brother felt I was getting away with stuff that I shouldn't have and for which he got spanked, whether it was back-talking, not coming when called, misbehavior, getting in minor trouble at school, getting a bad grade or staying out past a curfew.

Gradually, I came to feel I wasn't so much lucky as that I didn't deserve any spankings anyway and that my brother didn't deserve them either. Our older brother didn't get them, so why should we? Sure, he hardly ever got into trouble. Bobby received more A's on his report cards than Matt and I combined (even if counting our B's, too). But our stepdad seemed to be picking on me more and more, though not nearly as much as Matt. But still, he criticized how I dressed, didn't want me spending time with boys from school when I was 13 or 14 and would never fail to put me down in front of others, whether talking out a bad grade I had received or what he felt was my improper attire.

One time, at 13, I nearly got my first bare bottom spanking from my stepdad. It was at a family barbecue on the Fourth of July weekend. My shorts were pulled down and then my panties were yanked down inside-out far enough to expose my slit to his two teenage nephews. I'm sure that if the spanking commenced many other guests would have seen me fully bottomless with my legs flying about. But fate intervened sparing me from any additional humiliation.

Another time, when I was 15, I was nearly spanked in front of my younger brother, my younger male cousin and two boys in the neighborhood (one of whom I occasionally babysat). Once again, my pants found themselves down at my ankles. My panties were on their way to joining them but fate again intervened. But not before they were lowered enough to expose my mound and the wisps of my pubic hair and bringing giggles from the boys.

Then in the fall of 2001, I nearly got a humiliating spanking in front of both of my brothers. My older brother Bobby, two years my senior, hadn't been present during my earlier ''near-misses'' but he sure was one weekend morning to see me embarrassed.

Whenever my mom was out of town, my stepdad expected me to do much of the cooking. My brothers never failed to show their appreciation and would sometimes pinch in, if only to set the table or help clean up the dishes afterward.

But our stepdad? He always acted as if he was in a restaurant. And he'd never fail to find something to complain about. He'd bitch about the toast not being dark enough, the coffee too weak or not enough salt on the eggs. Something was always not perfect enough for him.

On that particular weekend while fixing breakfast for him and my brothers, I got so sick of his complaining I told him that if he didn't like it that he should, "Fix breakfast yourself."

It was a spontaneous outburst from me, instantly regretable and certainly not wise, given that he was already angry at Matt who had received a spanking the day before. My quip got me a slap across the face.

When I answered back with a "What the fuck was that for?" without warning he grabbed and pulled me over his knee. He then grabbed the inside back of my panties and jeans and started yanking them down. Had he done so with me standing up I'd have been doomed.

When I quickly let out a stream of frantic, desparate "I'm sorry's" he suddenly stopped with my jeans nearly halfway down off my butt.

I thought my pleas were being granted, but in reality it was because my jeans were so tight they couldn't be pulled down off my butt without being unfastened.

I was ordered to stand up and my heart lept to my throat as I knew what was coming next: he would unfasten my pants to get them down and my panties were sure to go down with them.

My older brother just watched, not saying a word. But Matt smirked at me as he was anticipating watching his older teenage sister not only get a spanking in front of him for the first time but to get it bottomeless as well.

After I stood up, my stepdad reached around me and began unfastening my pants. I looked down to the floor in embarrassment rather than face my brothers who were sitting a half dozen or so feet away at the kitchen table.

With my pants unfastened, my stepdad then reached for my zipper and once it was unzipped all the way he began to pull my jeans down off my hips.

I pleaded again just long enough that fate once again saved my butt, literally. The phone rang. My stepdad got up off the chair and walked to the other side of the kitchen to grab the call.

As I stood there, dreading what would almost certainly happen in a few moments, my brother Bobby smirked at me and said, "Shaving it for the new boyfriend, Becky?" At the same time, my stepdad muttered something about the eggs.

I yelled out, "Shut up!"

Realizing that my mound was exposed to the top of my slit and that both my brothers could tell I was obviously "shaving it," I then yanked my panties up the rest of the way so fast that my jeans slide down off my thighs to around my knees.

Having been preoccupied with his phone conversation, my stepdad turned around and glaring at me said, "What did you say?"

I said "nothing" which led him to think all the more I had back-talked to him. But Bobby quickly spoke up and said he was teasing me about my jeans falling down.

At that point our stepdad told us to all leave the room, the call was something about work and he didn't want us making noise.

I was never really certain I wasn't going to still get that spanking until the day ended without incident.

However, nine months later my luck would finally run out and both of my brothers would see my shame (along with everything else).