This is a true story from when I was growing up. I hope its of interest Ive tried to write it as it happened but Im not good at these sort of things.
My step father was a strict no nonsense man who, like practically all parents in the 60s, and 70s, used spanking to keep me in order. These punishments were always carried out in my bedroom, in private and over my jeans or shorts. They were not that frequent though I was punished regularly. However there was one time that is deeply burnt into my mind, every detail of it Ive lived a hundred times or more, of a spanking when I was about 14.
My step dad worked in firm that made aircraft parts and occasionally we would go out to the edge of the city to the factory sports field and open air swimming pool which could be used by employees families just a couple of weekends a year . It was totally a Dad Son thing (Im not sure if there were rules about no wives and daughters somebody told me it was because there was no toilets for them, anyway its beside the point). I would go with my older half brothers and muck around in the pool and sometimes have a game of soccer.
On this particular summer afternoon I was in the pool and my step dad was lying on the grass with my brothers. I was getting bored and was generally making a nuisance of myself. I ducked one of the kids, who were about 8 or 9 years old, under the water and suddenly my step dad bellowed across the pool, Come here, Charlie
He wasnt the sort of guy you argued with so out of the water I came, embarrassed because his call had made everyone turn to see me. He asked me what I thought I was doing. The other father got his son out of the pool and the boy was crying now. I tried to be cool but I knew Id done wrong. The other man came across with his son and started telling me I was a bully. He was a big guy and angry. I thought I would just get a telling off but the other man asked how old I was and when he heard I was 14 he started saying I wasnt too old to need a good hiding to put me down a peg.
My step dad was agreeing, it was like he had to prove he was tough with his sons and he stood up, pulled my arm behind me and started spanking my backside. This was embarrassing enough but other man said Its no good on his bathers, Frank, the stupid little bugger wont feel a thing. And without asking my step dad he just came over and tugged my trunks right down to my ankles.
Without going into too much details Id passed puberty pretty early and although I was a skinny lad I definitely had a mans penis which I knew from looking at other lads in the shower was bigger than others and had a thick bush of hair brown hair round it. In other words he certainly wasnt baring an immature kid. We were a modest family and my step dad hadnt really seen me naked.
There were people getting up and coming over from around the pool, other fathers with young sons, some of the lads who worked in the factory, about 15 or so people around me by now. The man came up to about ½ inch of my face and said See son you dont like that do you He turned round the group and said Can you all see bully boy, lads? There was some laughter and agreement as he continued, I dont care if youre 14 or what. If you was my son youd get a thrashing on your bare arse...... every day of the week till you knew how to behave, you understand you little bastard.
I could feel his breath on my face, and his shorts brushing against my naked penis. Although it was warm I could also feel the breeze around my private parts that were usually covered. He was determined to shame me in front of all these people. I was in shock, feeling cold and weak as if I could cry with humiliation.
My step dad started spanking me on my bare backside and I was aware of everyone looking straight at me, I couldnt cover anything. I could feel my penis bouncing up and down and swinging from side to side as I tried to move away from the spanks that were turning my backside red. But I was sort of rooted to the sport as my trunks were still round my ankles. The more I ducked and dived the harder the spanks and the more they came. I couldnt look up for the shame of it but I could hear laughter, children asking questions and comments on me getting spanked from the older men. I could really feel the group around me looking and actually enjoying my terrible humiliation.
The man kept saying over and over again See the bully getting spanked Simon. He wanted me to be taken down a peg and he had certainly achieved it.
After my backside was well and truly red, my bathers were pulled off by my step dad and thrown on the towel and he told me to get back in the water and behave, he was really angry. I asked for my bathers back but he said Id got nothing to hide now, and I had to just take the consequences.
The man came over again and said in a really sarcastic tone that he and Simon had enjoyed watching my walloping and he hoped Id enjoyed it too. He was smirking. He said if he ever saw me bullying his son hed pull my trousers and pants down in the street and thrash my arse a _d_a_m_n_ site harder than my step dad had done. I didnt for one second doubt him.
I cant really describe the feeling of total humiliation. It wasnt only the spanking it was forced to be naked for the rest of the afternoon in front of mostly strangers and young kids giggling at my red backside. I could stay in the water all the time but every time I got out there were comments and laughter.
About an hour later a watchman who looked after the field came round and asked what happened and was told in full detail by the man. He told me to get out of the water and apologise for ruining the day. I looked at my step dad hoping he would let me be but he was still looking angry and just said Do what Barry says. This older guy, in his blue uniform sat down on a bend and he got me standing in front of him. It was the final straw. He was holding my hips and my private parts were sort of at his eye level and he was turning me round and round making no secret of looking at my red backside (but also my penis). Im ashamed to say that it all sort welled up inside me and I started to cry in front of everyone.
When we got on the bus my step dad said that he would never go back to the sports ground as Id embarrassed him in front of his mates (what about me I thought) but in the end we did.
Even when I was in my later teens if I saw the guy in the city centre with his son and his mates on a Saturday he would come over some times and humiliate me, even if I was with my mates. He say all sorts of things some of which I can remember. Like hed start off by telling me I still needed a spanking to keep me in line. How old was I now, (Id say 16, 17 whatever my age). Well that still wasnt too old to be over his lap he said, that wasnt too old for him to pull my pants and jeans right down. Spanking dont work son, hed say, unless youre bare. Hed talked to my step dad and hed told him it was fine to give me a spanking ( I was too scared to check if this was true as I knew he worked with him), he was sure his mates wouldnt mind if he gave me a spanking. What about him doing it now, all my mates would see me but he didnt think that mattered. Was I going to be a cry baby?
Once or twice he undid the top button of my jeans and then pulled my flys down with a big grin on his face.
His son and his friends would laugh as I stood there, the front of my jeans undone to show my pants, my cheeks scarlet with embarrassment, genuinely afraid he would do what he promised and knowing he was quite capable of carrying out the threats. Then hed leave me to do up my jeans and they would go away laughing and saying he would do something next time when he wasnt so busy.
I guess everyone else forgot about the sports ground incident....except me, this guy and his son of course. It was the worst thing that happened to me growing up but now I dont really mind sharing it now as its a long time ago.