When I was 12 I played little league baseball. I always thought of myself as a great pitcher, however in one game I was having a lot of trouble, and this team was hitting everything I pitched to them.
I was getting very frustrated, and kept throwing the ball very close to the batters, and yelling at both umpires. My coach, who was my dad, came out and threatened to take me out of the game if I didn't stop. I became very bitter when the other team hit a homerun off of me, and were really going wild about it.
On the next pitch, I threw it right at the batter, and hit him hard on his shoulder. Right away the umpire threw me out of the game. I threw a big fit, and started cussing and yelling at everyone.
My dad hauled me over to the dugout, and sat me down hard, and chewed me out. I spent the rest of the game sitting at the end of the dugout, but I was still mad, and I kept yelling at both the two umpires, and the kids on the other team.
Many of the parents of both teams were yelling at me to shut up, but what was bad was that they were yelling things to my dad to do something. I heard many, especially the other dads, yell out that I needed to have my butt tanned.
After a close call went against my team I started to yell at the umpires again. My dad came down to me, and loud enough for everyone to hear, that after this game he would be dealing me. I knew, as well as everyone else that I was in for a very needed spanking. I shut up! I watched the rest of the game in silence. My dad never spanked me with anything but his hand, however most spankings were on the bare bottom.
My team lost, and I hated to lose. The other team really went wild which made me even angrier. As my dad went around telling everyone how sorry he was for my behavior, I pouted, and I refused to shake hands with anyone from the other team. This was it for my dad. He took my team over to the side of the field where he lectured us in good sportsmanship, and mainly not to do what I had done.
Where we played our games was a huge complex with 20 baseball fields, which had games throughout the day, and night. The complex was packed. The complex had huge restrooms, which also had showers, and changing areas.
I knew that I was in for a good spanking, but I assumed I would get it when I got home, and I would have, if I had shaken hands, or had been more sorry after the game, but when my dad saw me acting like that, it was the last straw.
After he addressed the team, he said for me to follow him, now. Everyone, including me, now knew I was going to get spanked now. My dad took my arm, and took me to the big restroom- changing area. I was praying that no one was there, but we walked in it was packed, and what was worse it had many of the kids from the other team in it, and also the two umpires were both there taking showers.
I hoped that my dad wouldn't take down my pants like he normally did, but as soon as we got in, he sat down, undid my baseball pants, and yanked them down, and he then hauled me over his lap. My bare bottom was really sticking up, and then the spanking began.
I felt everyone watching. I knew the two umpires and the kids from the other teams, along with their dads, must have been really enjoying this. My dad kept me over his lap for quite a while, even after he had finished the spanking, giving me a good lecture.
Finally I stood up. It was kind of funny, I guess, because my dad had bared my butt, and put me over his knee so fast that I still had my baseball cap on, and my baseball glove still on my right hand. When I stood up I started to rub my bottom with my glove, and some laughed.
After I told everyone I was very sorry, my dad ordered me to strip, and take a shower. The shower was full with guys from the other team, and my team, who I was just as embarrassed to have seen me get a bare butt spanking. I wanted to get in and out, but my dad came in to shower, and I knew I had to stay.
It was quiet till one kids told me that my bare butt was really red. I said rubbing my butt that I didn't think I would be sliding for a while. Everyone really laughed, including my dad. Everyone then started asking me how bad it hurt to get a spanking on the bare bottom. I kept joking about it, asking if someone had a soft pillow I could use for the ride home. Everyone started comparing how red my butt was to an apple or tomato, or how long it would be before I could sit down. A couple of kids even told me not to feel too bad that they got spankings too, and sometimes with there pants down.
I saw one of the umpires getting dressed, and he came over to tell me that he was glad to see that my attitude had changed. I told him that I really was sorry, and that I really deserved to get my bare butt spanked. He smiled. Even though I got a very public bare butt spanking, I didn't feel too bad, when we left.