Running Around

the House Bare:

A Spanking Fantasy

 

        When I was 13 and 14 and had gone through puberty, I was going to a different school system than my little brother and sister and we we had different vacations than the regular school system. My mother worked and had a housekeeper come in the late afternoon when we were home from school, so no one was home during those vacations of mine. During those vacations, I would run around the house bare on a dare to myself and sometimes at night (during spring and summer), I would go out totally bare and walk around the neighborhood. Also I went out into the woods and took off all my clothes. I would also down in our family room would lie over a stool bare pretending to be spanked bare and would rub myself against the stool until I would come.

        I was never caught but once I came close to being caught when my sister and her friend came home just in time to see my bare figure dart out of sight.

        This is how I fantasize that I would be spanked, if my father had come home suddenly to get something and found me running around the house bare.


          This fantasy happens when I am just 14 and was in the eighth grade in that school and had been home on spring break.  My father had come home from work to get something that he had left and as he approached the house he saw in a window, me running around naked. Well that made him angry. He thought "What Liz had told me about Chris running around the house bare was true. We'll have to put a stop to this". My father approaches the house and sees me naked but I don't see him. He comes in from the garage and closes the door. My father just stops there waiting for me to run bare back this way on my way back to my room. I run into the room and stop with a start as I see my father standing there. I say quite nervously, "Hi Dad". Dad says "I came home for something.

          My father says angrily "I thought I had got it through to you that, that exhibitionism thing that you do is bad. I guess I hadn't got it through to you when I paddled your bare behind last time.  Your sister told me that she had seen you running around bare when she and Erin came home one day a couple of weeks ago, but I didn't believe her, I thought she was just trying to get you in trouble until just now when I came in and saw you proudly running around the house stark naked".

          Well, I didn't know how to respond, I had been caught red handed, but in my rather confused mind at the time, I had thought of myself running like a spartan warrior in ancient greece, when they ran around naked.

          My father says, "Chris, I am very angry with you.  I had thought that you were growing up, and now I find that you are behaving in a very juvenile way.  I think you need to be spanked like a little child.  Like when you pulled down your pants in front of your brother and his friends and bragged about that girl Cathy Whitney.  If your not careful, I'll beat you and have your mother take pictures of you being beaten like when we spanked you for photographing Teddy Brunnell's bare bottom. You are going to get spanked and hard, your bare behind is going to hurt. You won't want to sit for a while", he says rather angry.

          I say "No Dad, Don't spank me, I'm too old to be spanked". My father then replies, "I guess that I was wrong, I had believed that you were too old. I was trying not to beat you again.  I guess that you deserved this all along", rather disappointed in me.

       I agrue for a while and my father gets angry "You are going to be spanked whether you like it or not.  If you argue with me about it, I am going to make you take off all your clothes in front of the whole family and beat you like that a second time.  Now you are going to get your fat, lilly white bare bottom beaten till it's red as a beat for this and there is no way out of it.  You have been asking for this, but I thought you were too old for another spanking but I guess that I am wrong. I guess that you deserved this all along. You are deserve to be treated like a little child and that is how you are going to be dealt with", he says rather strongly.

       I reply "Oh, all right, just don't spank me in front of the whole family, and dad, please don't hurt me".

       My father gets a wooden hair brush that he had seen on a nearby table and picked it up. He then says to me "Chris, I am going to beat you bare right here in the family room now come with me over to my chair. My father sits down in his chair, (the same chair that he sat in when I was soundly paddled with that 1x3 for the Teddy Brunell and Cathy Whitney incidents).  I nervously came with him. I was nervous because I was going to get the bare bottom beating that I thought that I deserved and nervous because I realized that it was going to hurt.

       When My father spanked me it was for real. He always spanked my bare bottom real hard, and I was afraid that it was really going to hurt.

       Dad says "Chris, I want you to bend over my lap and I am going to spank your bare bottom for this". I didn't have to pull down my pants and underpants since I was already bare, though I was still totally embarassed at having him see me bare and catch me and now being beaten again on my bare bottom at 14.

          So I nervously bent over my father's lap. My father held on to my back so I wouldn't fall off. Then he lectured me about exhibitionism while I lie over his lap bare, feeling very embarassed and humiliated.

          My father then says "I am going to start spanking your bare bottom with my hand and then I am going to use this hair brush.  If I get the impression that you are not getting the message, then I am going out to the garage and get that 1x3 board that I beat you with those other times and it's really going to hurt".

       I hope that he never has to go out into the garage and get that 1x3. I hope that his hand will be enough, but I am certain that he will use the hairbrush on my fat bare bottom. I knew that if he went out to get that board then my bare bottom was really going to hurt. I know that my father is angry and when he is angry he can really lay on a spanking even with his hand, and it's going to hurt no matter what he uses on me.

       Then, My father starts spanking my bare bottom. First he doesn't spank me so hard, but it starts increasing with each spank of his hand. My father starts spanking me hard with his hand. It hurts but I try hard not to cry or yell since that only makes my father angry, and will result in me getting spanked harder. I try to protect my bare bottom with my hands but it is no use. My father says "I will beat you harder if you don't put your hands down.  I wince as he continues spank my bare bottom with his hand making it red and sore.

My father then says "Chris, I guess this is not getting through to you. I guess you need the hair brush". I wince. My father picks up the hair brush and starts spanking me with it. I hurts and I ouch. My father continues to spank my bare bottom and I say "Ouch, It hurts, OUCH, OUCH OWW", as he spanks my bottom. My father continues to make my bare bottom red and and very sore with that hairbrush and I continue to ouch, cause it hurts.

          My father stops for a moment. Then he says "Chris, are you sorry?" I reply "Yes Dad I'm sorry". Then Dad says "Will you ever do that again "No Dad, I'll never ever do that again". My father then says "If I ever catch you doing this again, I am going to beat you with a stick till your bottom is red as a beat in front of our whole family bare. Then I am going to have your mother take pictures of your spanking with the polaroid to remind you of it with. Now to make sure You get the message, I am going to give you some more for good measure".

          My father says "Chris, get up and stand in that corner, I am going out into the garage and get that board that I spanked you with those other times.

          I get up and go over to the corner totally bare and my bottom blazing red and very sore. I stand in the corner holding my red bare bottom very embarassed and humiliated.

My father goes out into the garage and gets the board, that he beat me with before. It was kind of like a paddle and it hurt like hell.

          My father comes back in the room and sits down in his chair. He says "Chris, come over here." I turn around bare and come over. Then my father makes me bend over his lap bare again, so he can spank me again.

          Then my father starts spanking me with that board making my bottom sore and even redder. My father paddles me hard.  I say "Ouch OWW, OUCH, It Hurts DAD IT HURTS, DAD DON'T HURT ME!" My father continues to spank me hard. and I ouch and I ouch "OWW!, OWW!, OUCH!, DAD, IT HURTS!" My father says "Chris stop yelling or you are going to get it worse".  My father continues to beat my already red bare bottom making it even sorer. Then he stops.  Then my father lectures me while I lie over his lap bare with my bare bottom red as a beat.

          Then my father allows me to get up and go to my room and get dressed.

          Later that night my father told my mother and my brother and sister what I had done. Then he told them that I had been spanked soundly for it. My mother then asked "Did you spank him enough was he really sorry?" My father replies "Yes, I think I spanked him enough, I think he is really sorry, if he ever does that again I have told him he is going to get the beating of his life". My mother continues to ask "Are you sure that he doesn't deserve to be spanked more in front of the family. I think he deserves another spanking. This time I think he needs to be spanked on his bare bottom in front of this whole family".

          My mother does this to embarass me. She loves to embarass me.  My mother continues to argue with my father saying that she thinks that he didn't to a good enough job of spanking me and that I needed more. My father continued to defend what he did saying that he spanked me enough.

          My Mother Says to My Father "I don't think that you spanked him enough. I can tell that he doesn't regret it. I think that you need to beat him some more". My father replies "I beat him very hard and very long and I think that I beat him more than enough. When I stopped spanking him he was crying and his bottom was quite red. I think that is enough". My Mother then says "I don't think you did.  Chris, I don't think that your father beat you enough, I think you need to be spanked on your bare bottom in front of this family. I think that will teach you a lesson that you won't forget. If your father won't do the job and spank you again then I will do it and you will really regret it". My father says "I believe that I beat him enough, I think he is really sorry, but if you think he deserves to be spanked more, then you can spank him".

          I start getting really nervous and blush. I don't want to be spanked again. I say to my mother "Mom, I'm really sorry, I'll never do it again, Please don't spank me, please don't beat me again. I am still sore from dad's spanking". My mother then says "I don't think he has been spanked enough Richard, and I am going to take you up on it and spank him some more". Then she says "Chris You shouldn't have done what you did and you are going to get another spanking. I don't think you got the message". I say "Mom dad already spanked me enough, I am really sorry." My mother says "No he didn't, and I want to be sure that you are really sorry".

          Then my mother says "No don't argue with me Chris or it will hurt more. Richard get me a stick to beat him with". My father goes out to the garage and gets a thin piece of trim that is out there and gives it to my mother.

          I continue to argue, not wanting to get beaten again, I had already gotten a really hard bare bottom beating that still hurt I asserted. My father argued "Chris If you don't stop arguing with your mother and me, then I am going to have to beat you myself. If I beat you your bare bottom is really going to hurt again, and I mean it". I continue to argue again, rather stupidly not understanding that they really meant it and I was going to get it.

          My father says to me "Chris, since you won't let your mother spank you, then I am going to pull down your pants and pull you over my lap and spank your bare bottom myself for not obeying her". I say "Oh all right."

          Then my family then goes out into the family room, where all my public beatings were usually given. My father goes out into the garage and gets the board that he paddled me with earlier today. Then my father sits on the couch and my brother and sister and mother gather around to watch. I nervously, afraid of being hurt, and embarassed, pull down my pants and underpants. They fall to my ankles.  Then I awkwardly face my father and bend over his lap, again, the second time today that I am getting spanked on my bare bottom with that stick.

          Then my father lectures me while I lay over his lap with my bottom bared. Now he pushes my shirt out of the way. My father then says "Chris I am going to beat that fat lilly white bottom of yours and you are going to regret it. Since I already spanked you earlier today bare, I am not going to spank you nearly as long as I would normally, but you are going to be sore, and you can be sure that I am going to spank your bare bottom harder than your mother would have".

          Now that occurs to me, my mother would spank me just to humiliate me, and wouldn't spank me nearly as hard, but just to embarass me by being spanked on my bare bottom in front of the whole family.

          My fater then starts beating my bare bottom with the board that he had gotten from the garage making my bottom red and sore. It hurts and I ouch "Dad, it hurts, OUCH!" my mother continues to spank my bare bottom.  I yell "It hurts OWW!, OWW, don't hurt me, OWW! OWW!".  My fathe continues to paddle my bare bottom, making it red as a beat and it was sore. it really hurt.

            My father then stops for a moment as I lie over his lap. then he gives me another 20 hard wacks and stops.  Then he lets me up and I pull up my pants.  My father then tells me to go to my room, which I do.