College Girl Spanked by Boy Half Her Age

Young Boy Strips Towel Off College Coed, Then Humiliates the Naked 21-Year Old Girl with a Sudden Bare Bottom Spanking to the Delight of Laughing Onlookers

As a teenager, I confess that I didn't feel any sympathy for young boys when they felt embarrassed when I was babysitting them. Nor did I do much at all to disguise my amusement, grins or snickering when given the power by parents to oversee bedtime baths of boys who were nearly teenagers themselves. Ordering a blushing boy to pull down his underpants and get in the bathtub while I stood in front of him making no attempt to hide the fact I was staring down at his bare boyhood wasn't a power trip. It was simply MY JOB!

I admit all that knowing full well it won't engender any sympathy for me when, during my college years, I got, for lack of any better word, OWNED by a young boy half my age in the most humiliating way a college coed could be by such a little brat: being the humiliated recipient of a bare bottom spanking!

For years I tried to deny it, that is denied what happened was a ''spanking.'' When the incident was brought up on social media sites I tried to pass it off as me having merely being slapped. The result: scorn, laughter and ridicule all directed at me that plainly indicated there was no getting around it. The boy was punishing me for something I did and said and that meant, no matter what I tried to call it, it was in fact, by any reasonable observation, a disciplinary spanking given to me on my bare bottom!

Below is how my friends discussed it at the time with those guys who were harassing me about it and ridiculing me on social media.

Posted by Dee Dee Randle on 2007-12-07 You might ask, ''If she's so embarrassed about what happened, why this web page and if you're her friend, why are you putting all the humiliating details about what happened to her on the web?'' Now that is a much longer story than the short summary I'll provide here, but it still should suffice. About a year ago, Becky posted a message on what was once a private bulletin board that had become public to a then-friend, Jason Shannon. She had related on what had happened to her shortly after Thanksgiving, when a scheduling mix-up had contractors showing up to do work at her house when she least expected it: while taking a shower. Cretins and other low-life vermin who had infested our once private site almost immediately began to harass Becky about how she yelled at the plumber's 10-year old son, who had also caught Becky naked. They accused her of all sorts of untrue things, such as interpreting a few poorly chosen words she had said to the boy while he was urinating into a full-blown inquisition, accusing her of making fun of his small penis and humiliating him (while SHE was the one caught completely NAKED, without having so much as a towel to cover herself with). You might ask why was she watching a young boy urinate. I'll get to that, too. [Becky had gotten herself into an unfortunate debate with one social media poster whether she deserved to be spanked for her past behavior. Unfortunately for Becky, one of the incidents this gentleman and others pointed to as proof why Becky deserves a spanking was this incident and how (they say) she overreacted to the young boy seeing her completely naked. As a result, they hounded Becky relentless about this, wanting to know ever little detail about what happened that, especially as it related to Becky's embarrassment. Eventually compromise was struck to spare her the constant harassment: Becky would be truthfully answer ever question put to her about the incident, no matter how humiliating. A trade-off, true, but one which was very difficult for her to discuss publicly as it forced her to admit that the young brat took advantage of a brief opportunity to slap Becky's bare bottom with his bare hand. Still, anyone with any sense of understanding should see why this was so embarrassing for her to talk about publicly.] So below, you will find the complete account as to what happened that day to Becky, as well as comments by me and our friend Libby, further describing the incident. Becky's additional answers to social media users' questions have also been inserted at the appropriate points. All these are the shaded areas that were not part of Becky's original post and were related by her privately to Jason elsewhere or in subsequent posts; so too are the comments by Libby.

Posted by Becky Romero on 2006-12-10 Dear Jason, It looks at if all the jerks here have flown the coup! Good riddens! Just in case, there are some other things I certainly want to keep private just in case, so read my post on Dee Dee's poll. Hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and forgive me for not taking some time at Kinko's to message you, but you remember the last time I tried that! (that jerk Brent! Remember?) What a nightmare! If you ever try living in your home while you're remodeling it, DON'T!!! Money wise, it was O.K. And it really needed it. But the inconvenience! The contractors finally wrapped it up this week. We couldn't do it during the summer, since we wanted the income to rent it out. And we couldn't do it during semester break, since we'd be back in Chicago with our families. Although we did some work ourselves, time permitting (painting, mostly), we had contractors install new kitchen cabinets, stain the hardwood floors, do some tile work, carpeting, re-wiring, new electrical box and the plumbing. Oh! The plumbing! It was too difficult for the four of us to stay there with everything from the family room, dining and kitchen tables in two of the bedrooms, so we traded off spending time with Matt and Dee Dee. Either I and Libby would sleep over there or Belinda and Ashley would. But there was a mix-up on the day the plumbers were supposed to start (which was supposed to have been this past Monday). A week ago Saturday after Libby had left to go shopping, I was alone taking a shower when all of a sudden the water stopped. I couldn't see a damned thing with the shampoo in my eyes, so I'm calling out to Libby not knowing she had already left. We already had to take the bathroom door off to shave the bottom of it because it wouldn't close with the new carpeting. I tried feeling around for a towel, but the cupboard for them was out in the hall. (We had taken down the towel hooks to get ready to paint the bathroom once the plumbers would be done and removed the hooks for the shower curtain because we would be installing a new sliding door set.) So I walked out into the kitchen calling for Libby when these two guys start whistling at me. It was the plumber and our contractor! And I was standing there, completely naked and dripping wet with soap, water and shampoo. I screamed, tried to cover myself with my arms and a stupid little dishtowel I grabbed off the sink counter and started yelling at them, ''What the fuck are you doing here?'' The contractor said he left a message the day before that they'd be over early on Saturday morning to start the plumbing (we had given him a key earlier for some of the other work). I yelled at him, ''And how were we supposed to get your message when our electricity was out most of the day?'' (The electrical work was finished up the day before, so our answering machine wasn't working) I was so peeved that it took about another 30 seconds or so for it to hit me, why the hell am I standing there totally naked arguing with him? Then I hear the front door opening and another male's voice, walking towards the kitchen. I yelled at the contractor to ''just turn the fucking water back on long enough for me to finish showering'' and then they can get on with the re-piping. He told the plumber (who was now laughing at me!) to go outside and turn the main valve back on as I turned my back towards them and marched back towards the bathroom, using the dish towel to try to clean my burning eyes from shampoo. I then quickly marched back into bathroom and started to cry. As I'm wiping my face, I hear this trickle of water. Then I realized it wasn't actually a trickle of water and looked up and there's this 10 or 11-year old boy peeing in the toilet, starring at me with his mouth wide open and eyes popping out at me. I screamed again and tried to cover my breasts and pubes and demanded to know who he was. He said his name was Ernesto and that his father was the plumber. I yelled at him to get out and he yelled back at me, ''No! You get out!'' and he told me not to look at him. (I'm standing there totally naked and he is the one embarrassed?) By this time the water in the shower came back on and I told him to get out as soon as he was finished. He kept telling me not to look at him and I finally yelled back at him that he didn't ''have anything big enough down there yet for me to want to look at! Now finish and get out of here!'' I said something very inconsiderate. Yes, I did make a rude remark when he thought I was staring at him peeing and said he needn't worry, that he didn't have anything for me to be interested in down there yet. He didn't get what I meant by that anyway and I was NOT laughing at him and I was NOT TEASING him about his penis size. Just stating a fact and making an observation and trying to get him to hurry up and finish peeing so I could finish my shower. - Becky Romero, responding to question by a social media user I looked out into the hallway, but decided it wasn't worth the chance trying to make a run to grab a towel from the cupboard in the hallway since three men were now in the kitchen and would have had another clear view of me being naked. Then the stupid kid pees on the floor because he kept trying to look back at me. I yelled at him to watch his aim. He zipped up his pants and started to leave but I yelled at him to wipe up the floor, which he did with some tissues and then he flushed the toilet. But then he muttered under his breath, ''What a bitch!'' I demanded him to repeat what he said and he actually did! ''I said you're a bitch.'' I yelled at him to get out before I pulled his pants down and gave him a spanking! Big mistake! As I turned my back to him, stepped over the side of the tub and into the shower spray, the little brat swatted me on my bare butt with his bare hand. Jason, I can't tell you how embarrassed I was! As embarrassed as I was when Brad spanked me on my 20th birthday, this was so much more humiliating I can't begin to tell you! I whirled around and just stood there, arms and hands trying to cover myself, totally shocked, with my jaw open as this brat eyed me up and down, just standing there laughing at me. ' ''Bitch!'' he said again, stuck his tongue out and made some goofy looking faces at me. I finally tried to pretend I still had some dignity left and stood straight up, put my hands on my hips and glared right back at him. He took that opportunity to get a full eyeful of me, laughed some more and pointed at breasts and at my pubes, until I grabbed a bar of soap and told him I was going to wash his mouth out with it right in front of everyone, whether I had clothes on or not, in about two seconds if he didn't get out. He must have believed me because as soon as I began to put one leg over the bathtub side, he scampered out fast. Becky Romero, from her private message to Jason-Shannon As I stepped back into the shower I heard a man's voice ask the brat in the hallway, ''Where's the bathroom?'' The little brat told the guy ''right down there'' and in about five or six seconds in walks this guy with pipes and tools, takes one look at me in the shower and yells, ''Whoa! Hello, honey! Can I join you?'' By this time, I had given up trying to cover myself. Facing him, in a calm voice I said, ''Just put down the fucking stuff down and get the fuck out of here.'' He looks at me, puts down the pipes and his tools, takes another look and says, ''Gilberto (the plumber) was right. Not only hot but sassy, too!''. Then he leered at me and walked out. As I showered I did catch the little brat watching me around the doorway. And he made no effort to move when he was caught, until I heard his father yell, ''Ernesto, I'm not going to tell you again!'' (obviously, he had been watching me for a while as I continued to shower).

Posted by Dee Dee Randle on 2007-12-07 (continued) Our friend, Libby, tells the rest of the story: Shortly after Becky yelled for that worker to get out, I returned from a quick trip to the store. Surprised that our contractor was there, I was even more shocked to find this 10-year old boy boasting of how he was watching ''a naked lady take a shower'' - much to the laughter of several adult male workers standing around in our kitchen. Then the boy ran down the hallway to the bathroom, to obviously take another peak at my best friend. His father yelled at him to ''get back here'' and into the kitchen. The father then made the comment to me that Becky got caught while looking for a towel. The boy answered, ''Yeah! And she couldn't find one. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!'' He then cupped his hands under his chest as if to indicate a woman's breasts and started wiggling his little butt around the room. All I could think of was how embarrassed Becky must be right now, naked and essentially stranded in a door-less bathroom with four males in the house. I quickly ran upstairs, grabbed a towel and made my way back downstairs and to the bathroom where Becky was. As I approached the door, I could hear her swearing under her breath. Her back was towards me, as she rinsed shampoo out of her hair. I couldn't help but feel some of the embarrassment I know that I would have felt if it was me caught under similar circumstances. Besides having my nude photos posted online, I've also had a few embarrassing incidents involving nudity myself. But, thankfully, only a FEW. Still, I couldn't resist the temptation to do a little teasing of my own to Becky. A low, sweet little whistle from me made her instantly freeze, throwing her arms around her breasts, then whirling around and yelling, ''Get the fuck out...'' Then she saw it was me. She shook her fists at me, then she started, ''Where have you been? I didn't even know you had left! You have no idea what I just went through! I feel so humiliated!'' I held out the towel and Becky grabbed it, briefly toweling off her wet body. I asked her if she wanted me to go get her some clothes from upstairs, but she said, ''No, between those workers and that little Peeping Tom walking down here every minute, I might as well get dressed in front of them. Let's head upstairs. I'd rather get dressed where there's a door I can close!'' Becky wrapped the towel around her (as I walked behind her, I was sorry that in my haste I hadn't got her a larger towel) walked down the hall and into the kitchen. The only way to get to the staircase from that part of the house was through the kitchen. It was also where all three men (our contractor, the plumber and another worker), as well as 10-year old Ernesto were standing or sitting around). As Becky, head down and blushing from embarrassment, began to walk by them, Ernesto suddenly reached out and grabbed Becky's towel, immediately exposing her pubes and one of her breasts, before pulling it off completely and allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving Becky entirely naked in the middle of the three men. Then, as Becky stood paralyzed in a few moments of absolute shock, the boy quickly raised his hand up in the air and then crashed it down upon Becky's bare bottom with handful of rapid-fire swats. As Becky screamed in humiliation and instinctively reached back to cover her bottom, she also lurched forward, her bare breasts thus becoming even more prominently on display before she tried to cover herself with her arms and hands before running into the next room and then quickly up the stairs, as hoots of laughter and whistling from two of the men filled the room. At first, I ran to console my best friend, hearing Gilberto yell at his son as I left the room. Then I heard the boy scream. I turned back into the room and saw the boy's pants and underpants at his ankles, totally exposed, with his father behind him and slapping the boy's bare butt with his belt. It was horrible! I yelled, ''Stop that!'' The boy looked up and our eyes met and his humiliation at me seeing him naked was painfully obvious. I yelled again at the plumber and quickly moved over to him and grabbed his arm before he struck the boy again. The boy's bare butt had several bright red strap marks across it. Not that I didn't think the boy should be punished, but like that? Not if I could help it! ''Just what the FUCK do you think you're doing!'' I ripped the belt from Gilberto's hands, stunning him, and threw it down into the corner across the room. Our contractor then stepped between the boy and father. ''You could be charged with child abuse for hitting him like that!' WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!'' I yelled. All of a sudden, you could feel the shame the boy's father felt and he actually started to cry. I yelled at him again, ''Get out of here!'' and our contractor put his arm around Gilberto's shoulder and ushered him outside for a chat. The other guy just stood there, taking it all in, still with a perverted grin on his face from seeing Becky naked - AGAIN! I sat down on a chair and called Ernesto over to me. The boy was embarrassed as hell, tears rolling down his face. He was trying to hide his penis, but I put his arms up and then pulled up his underpants. He winced in pain (and shame), then I pulled up his pants. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and tried to reassure him that he would be O.K. He was crying and shaking like a leaf. Our contractor then returned with the boy's father. I shot Gilberto an angry look, even as he mumbled that he was sorry. ''Don't say it to me, you idiot!'' and pointed over to his son. Our contractor said he'd take it from there and nothing more would happen to the boy. I felt confident enough at that point to head upstairs to check in on Becky. I found Becky in her room sitting on her bed, naked, blow-drying her hair. I told her that Ernesto really got it, but she (not knowing how bad) initially said, ''And I'm supposed to feel sorry for him? You saw what he did!'' Then I told her what happened. She was immediately as horrified about it as I was. I instantly knew why: it brought back horrible memories of her witnessing her younger brother Matt getting beaten by their stepdad. Now do you guys get it? Despite her huge embarrassment, that wasn't why Becky regretted what she said to embarrass the boy. She regrets it for what happened to Ernesto because of the situation which spiraled from those comments. As Becky had quickly calmed down from her own embarrassment, she suddenly looked away from me and sighed, blushing. I turned around and there's Ernesto in the doorway, staring right between Becky's legs. which she quickly closed. I scolded him, ''It's not polite to enter a room without knocking, young man!'' He quickly said he was sorry, but added that the door was already open. (that was my fault) Then Becky scolded him, ''What do you want now?'' Ernesto said that his father told him he should immediately apologize to Becky for embarrassing her. Becky blushed and said, ''Well, you know, you could have waited until I got dressed first!'' I couldn't help but notice how Ernesto was trying to avoid eye contact with me and kept looking at Becky instead. True, Becky was naked, but it was more than that. Ernesto was also feeling his own shame of being seen naked. Then Ernesto told Becky that unless she forgave him for what he did, he was afraid he was going to get punished even more. He started to cry hard and was shaking a little. Becky then stood up, covered her breasts with one arm, her pubes with another and started lecturing him. ''You really hurt my feelings with the name you called me. Did you tell your father what you said and what you did, sending that man into the bathroom to see me undressed?'' I sat down on the bed and called the boy over to me. His face blushed as I insisted that he look at me. I told him that if Becky was a mean-spirited person, she would be laughing at him right now, wanting to see him get strapped again. ''Do you think she wants to see that happen to you?'' ''No,'' he softly answered. Then I hit home. I asked him how he felt being naked in front of me. His eyes immediately looked down to the floor and he whispered something. I asked him several more times and made him look me in the eye with his answer, which was one word: ''Ashamed.'' So, I then asked him how did he think Becky felt being seen naked by him, his father and the two other men. ''Ashamed.'' ''Why?'' I asked. ''Because she's not wearing no clothes,'' he said. ''Then why did you do that [pulling Becky's towel off] to her?'' I asked. ''Because it was funny,'' he answered, honestly. I then stood up and grabbed Becky's arms, pulling them behind her as she tried to mouth a silent protest. ''Well, she's not wearing any clothes now. Why aren't you laughing at her now?'' I asked, grinning at Becky, who was more than a little annoyed that I had the nerve to say that while forcibly exposing her. ''Because you saw me,'' was Ernesto's surprising answer. OK, I thought. We're making progress. Then, as innocently and with a slight grin on my face and a tickle under his chin, I said, '''Oh, so if I hadn't seen your little pee-pee you'd be laughing at my friend right now?' Wow! Did he face ever blush! But he understood that I was teasing him as much as scolding him, embarrassing him to teach him a lesson. That's when he answered, ''No. Because what I didn't wasn't nice.'' BINGO! Becky looked over to me, nodding Mission Accomplished. She said, ''Alright, Ernesto. I accept your apology. ''But you really hurt my feelings with what you said. That hurt me more than you pulling off my towel or you seeing me naked.'' With that, the boy ran over to Becky and threw his arms around her waist, giving her a tight hug. Becky hugged him back, but the boy didn't let go. Finally, blushing, she said, ''Ernesto. It's O.K. Now, can I please put my clothes on?'' He then backed away, smiling, taking another look at Becky before she could throw her hands down to regain her modesty down there and shot an embarrassed look over to me. I grinned and said, ''O.K. Come on, Ernesto. I think there's some milk and cookies downstairs.'' As we left the room, Becky didn't notice that the boy turned back around to catch her bending over to pull a pair of panties and bra out of a drawer. The next day, as the work continued on our plumbing, Ernesto went around the neighborhood picking flowers and presented them to Becky. O.K.? Now you all know. So now you can stop asking the same questions over and over like a broken record. Becky agreed to discuss her feelings about spanking, depantsing jerks at our old high school all in a good faith attempt to prove once and for all that she's a good, kind and decent person. She's generous to a fault, compassionate and caring. But some of you perverts insist that she must somehow enjoy the attention and somehow WANT IT because she allows herself to be subjected to this constant scorn, criticism and hateful, sexually harassing posts. The truth is that Becky is a very prideful person and has never been one to back away when challenged, either physically or verbally. I'm not going to reply to every little thing you perverts have to say. In fact, I may not reply at all. But, I had to set the record straight on this incident. Libby Marr