My stepfather had warned me that the next time I misbehaved he would give me a spanking in front of my mom. Two months later, it happened. I got a "D" on my report card. When my stepfather and my mom saw the card, he ordered me to go up to my bedroom, take off all my clothes, and lie down on the bed. As I lay face down on the bed in my birthday suit, dreading the spanking I knew was coming, I never gave a thought to my mom being present. She had never spanked me and hadn't seen me naked since I was 12. But when the door opened, there stood my stepfather AND my mom. He was carrying the rawhide switch and within seconds he had brought it down sharply across my bare bottom. As the blows continued to fall, I attempted to cover my stinging butt with my hands. "Hold his wrists, Joan," he saud to my mom. Without a word, she grabbed a wrist on each of her hands and held them above my head while the spanking continued. I was thankful that at least I was lying face down on the bed and was being spared the further indignity of my mom seeing my bare front. But not so. After 15 whacks with the strap, my stepfather said, "Now its time for an old fashioned spanking from your mother. Joan, get the hairbrush and sit down in the chair." With that, he pulled me to my feet and deposited me across mom's lap. "Now I want him tanned good, Joan, or I'll strap him again." For the next several minutes I endured the indignity of a bare-assed over-the-knee paddling from my mother. I was so sore from the strapping that I cried uncontrollably nd squirmed and arched my back, kicking my legs helplessly, throughout her spanking. "Now hand spank his little bottom, Joan," he ordered, and I felt my mom's open hand striking my blazing butocks. Despite my pain, I could't help developing an erection as the continued, further heightening my humiliation. Finally, with my entire fanny a bright red, the spanking stopped.