CAROLINE SPANKED

BY MASTER CHRIS

Part 5

It took some time but eventually my parents found the absolute
ultimate buttons to push to get me to behave. From the time I
turned 11 and started to get all-naked spankings, I never really
got used to the idea of having to strip down and be exposed for
my punishments. I say punishments because the actual pain of the
spankings, while highly unpleasant, weren't a sufficient
deterrent to bad behaviour. It was only the combination of both a
hot bottom *and* the embarrassment of having to be exposed and
displayed that made me dread it so much that I strove with
significant effort to be a good girl.

Being photographed over time was, in its way also hideous. By the
time I was 14, my parents were starting to amass a complete
record of my physical development through my adolescence as they
had completely nude pictures of me both front and back which had
been taken after just about all my punishments. The album
(ultimately there would be several), was never far from reach.
While no one else had ever seen me punished completely naked from
the time I was 11, I had been absolutely mortified when I spotted
him one day handing my album to my uncle who started leafing
through it with a small smile on his face.

It took all I had to not burst into an angry tirade at my father,
something I knew instinctively would cause me to be providing my
uncle with a live display in short order. Instead I burst into
tears and ran from the house until I could calm down. I realized
that my father, who did virtually nothing by accident, was
drawing a line in the sand for me. He couldn't have been plainer
if he had sent me a letter. Cross the line and you'll find
yourself displayed in front of your uncle or anyone else he
chose. Once I'd come to my senses an hour or two later, I was on
my very best behavior for days, something my father certainly
noticed.

I was halfway through my 14th year when I would run into serious
trouble and my father would escalate my punishments once again.

I was a fool, of course. It was one of those things that I could
have completely avoided by simply doing what I already knew was
right.

I had been at the local mall with my friends Barb and Sue. We
were pretty much inseparable and by the age of 14, I was trusted
to go to the mall on my own under certain conditions such as when
the 3 of us would go together. We had been cruising around window
shopping for awhile when Sue spotted something in an accessories
store that she was dying for. It was a hair clip and was priced
quite reasonably at $12. Unfortunately for Sue, she didn't have
the money on her as Barb and I watched in fascinated horror, she
slipped it into her bag as the 3 of us walked out of the store.

You can guess the rest. Sue was nabbed a few feet outside the
door and minutes later, the 3 of us were in the community police
station which was situated conveniently in the mall itself.

I was praying that an earthquake measuring 50 on the Richter
scale would hit the mall and that I'd be swallowed up in the
debris but, of course, that was not to happen.

We had to empty our pockets and purses to show if we'd stolen
anything else which we hadn't but we were still all in trouble.
The police called all our parents and my father came down to
collect me. I knew Barb and Sue would get into trouble too.
There'd probably be warm bottoms for each of them but no one knew
how tough my punishments were.

The police officer told my father that only Sue had been caught
with stolen goods on her person but he made it clear that the 3
of us were together the entire time and that we must have all
known the contraband was in Sue's purse.

The drive home was deadly silent until we pulled into the
driveway at home. Finally my father spoke in a low voice that
showed how much it was taking him to control his anger.

"I want to know only one thing Caroline," he said. "Did you know
that Sue put that stolen item in her purse before you walked out
of the store?"

I nodded miserably. We walked into the house together through the
side door which led right into the kitchen. To my horror, I could
see that not only my Mom was there but also both my Aunt and
Uncle sitting at the kitchen table.

My mother gave me one look and shook her head in disbelief. That
made me feel worse than anything. My father grasped me firmly by
the arm and propelled me into the living room.

"Well Caroline," he said grimly, "I can't say you don't deserve
what you've got coming to you. You can get ready for a proper
punishment right now. Clothes off, bent over the back of the easy
chair and hold yourself wide open until I come back here to deal
with you.

"Oh Please Daddy," I pleaded. "Please wait until Uncle Ken and
Aunt Margaret go home."

My father laughed in a way that showed he wasn't amused.

"You made your bed, now you can sleep in it," he said. "They'll
stay or not as they wish and if they happen to see how a little
thief gets punished on the bare, you have only yourself to
blame."

"But I didn't steal anything!" I cried.

"The second you walked out of that store in the company of your
friend who you *knew* was stealing, you became an accomplice.
It's just as bad as stealing yourself," he said sadly.

With a sob, I started to take off my clothes as he watched. Once
again, I was to be punished in the nude and 'proper' punishments
meant that I'd be even more exposed and embarrassed than usual.
Once I'd gotten my bra off, I could see that my treacherous
nipples were, as usual, hard. I pulled my panties down and turned
to bend over the chair which my father had now turned to face
away from the main room. Now anyone who walked into the living
room would be seeing my completely bare from behind.

"Spread, Caroline," said my father and with another tiny sob, I
reached back with both hands to pull my buttocks wide open. I was
now completely and rudely exposed.

"Stay like that," he said patting my bare buttocks as he returned
to the kitchen. I could hear my aunt, uncle and my parents
discussing the latest turn of events although they were speaking
lowly enough that I couldn't make out much of what they were
saying. They talked for 20 minutes or so and during this entire
time, I was in the living room, bent over the back of the easy
chair with my bare bottom facing the room, my naked and erect
nipples pressed into the cloth of the chair back and my hands
obediently holding my 14 year old buttocks as wide apart as I
could possibly pull. As I'd gotten older, it took a little wide
stance each time I was punished over the chair to have my hips
rest on the back. When I was 11, my tip toes barely touched the
ground but now, at 14 with my long legs, my feet were now outside
the chair legs. I had checked out this exact position in the
full-length mirror in my room and I knew that I was presenting
*everything* I had to whoever looked in on me. It feels even now
that I didn't breath the entire time I was bent over waiting as I
held my breath in terror of the sound of my uncle or even my aunt
coming into the room.

Finally, I could hear the kitchen chairs scraping as one or more
people got up. "Oh my God!" I whispered to myself. I could hear
people moving around now. For a heart-stopping moment, I held out
hope that my aunt and uncle were leaving to let my father finish
out my punishment. It was a false hope of course.

I could hear footsteps walking into the living room and closed my
eyes and waited.

The bright flash from behind me let me know that my exposed
position was now recorded for posterity and my album. My 14 year
old pussy and anus would be displayed for anyone who ever saw
that album forever. Another flash from a slightly different angle
and then a couple of more made me feel like I was being displayed
naked in front of an audience of thousands. Being photographed
while standing against the living room wall had been awful but
this, this was a thousand times worse. A sob burst helplessly
from my lips.

"Well Kev," you're right about how exposed she is.

I let out another tiny sob. Kev (Kevin) is my father. It was my
uncle Joe speaking. Now my uncle could see absolutely everything.

You know Joe," said my Dad, "you'd think that the embarrassment
of being displayed this way would be a disincentive for her to
misbehave but I guess not enough. I'm ready to try your
recommendations."

What was this? What recommendations had my uncle made to my Dad.
Whatever it was, I was not at all looking forward to it. My aunt
and uncle had two daughters. My cousins were a couple of years
younger than myself but they had both told me that punishments
from their Dad were fearsome and usually carried out in the
woodshed behind the house so their crying didn't bother their
Mom. This didn't sound enticing to me at all.

Footsteps now walked right behind me but whose were they? My
fathers? Uncle Joe's?

I heard a popping sound that sounded like a jar or a plastic
container opening. What could that be, I wondered.

A large strong hand placed itself over my left hand which was
still holding my bum wide open. It pulled my left buttock even
wide apart for a moment making me feel helplessly exposed.

The touch of something cold and slimy at the very center of my
anus was such a shock I let out a little scream!

"Quiet, Caroline!" my uncle said. Oh God. It was my uncle
touching my bottom hole! I'd never been touched like that by
another human being. I thought I'd die of embarrassment.

The finger was still there, just the tip, making miniscule
circles around the very center of my anus. They must have had
some lubricant or something on them because I felt wet and
squishy all around there. A moment or two later, the fingertip
stopped circling and rested on the very center of my crinkled
pink hole.

It waited a moment as I was clenched so tight that I couldn't
help it. It waited for over a full minute until my contracted
muscles couldn't hold on any more. As my anus spasmed, ready to
contract itself again, my uncle's finger moved, firmly pushing
past the momentary lack of resistance and embedding its thick tip
inside of my body. He twisted it now, covering the entire ring of
my now penetrated anus with the slimy, slippery lotion then
slowly, firmly, pressed inward in one long slow, twisting motion
until, without stopping, he was embedded as fully as he could
possibly reach. I cried out, begging him to take the finger out,
begging my Dad that I'd be a good girl, begging and crying as the
finger waited, the tip buried deep in my belly.

He rotated again, moving the finger in a half rotation to the
left, then a full rotation to the right. The finger pulled almost
all the way out of me until just the tip was in me then, with
more lotion on the finger, it was driven deep inside again. The
finger was stunningly humiliating. It made me feel things that I
didn't know how to deal with and it moved in and out a number of
times, adding more lotion each time.

Finally, after a full two minutes or so of time, it was removed
completely leaving me gasping for breath and beet red in
embarrassment. For a moment or two nothing happened and I
wondered what would be next. My anus and much of my rectum felt
strange, tingling, stretched. I struggled to absorb all the
sensations. My anus was even more tingly then more again and then
itchy too. With a panicky gasp I realized that the ring of my
anus felt warm, hot even and there was a strange smell of the
lotion in the room that seemed familiar but I couldn't place. My
bum was hot now and suddenly I could feel something deep up in my
belly that felt like I was being touched still right in the
center of my body.

What *was* that? My anus was hot, and started to sting. I pulled
harder at my buttocks as the irritation increased. If I could
have reached down to blow on it, I would have. The heat was
unbearable now and I started to cry.

"Well Joe, it sure looks like she can feel the Vicks in her
bottom," my father said.

Oh my God! Vicks Vap-o-rub, the stuff I used to have put on my
chest when I was a child for a cold. That was the smell. It used
to make my chest all warm and now, now it was deep in my most
intimate place. I couldn't stop crying now as my father pulled my
hands down from my buttocks and held them both by the wrist with
one of his big hands at the small of my back. I didn't want my
buttocks to close over the heat. I wanted to pull them open but a
moment later the strap made me forget that as stripe after
searing striped came down on my poor bare buttocks.

As per usual, it was fast and furious and I was crying as loud as
I had ever done before it was over. I couldn't catch my breath
for ages and the difference in this spanking from others I'd had
in the past was profound. As the heat in my bottom slowly
diminished to a deep seated heat, the stinging heat in my anus
and deep up inside my body in my rectum became that much more
present.

Just as I'd normally be getting myself back in control, this time
the deep stinging heat was so part of the inside of my body it
was as though I'd been spanked from the inside out. I didn't stop
crying for several minutes and during this whole time, the flash
of the digital camera let me know that there were several
pictures being taken of my freshly spanked cheeks and all the
places in between.

Gradually, I got my sobbing under control and then the presence
of my uncle and father behind me started my crying again. My Dad
picked this moment to make sure I knew that I hadn't been
forgotten.

"Ok Caroline, get 'em spread nice and wide."

Fresh tears were automatic as I feared the additional punishment
that was almost certainly to come.

Still, holding my buttocks wide apart was a slight relief to the
awful burning sensation of the Vicks on my anus and I pulled them
wide, wide open. Another series of flashes would record my red
bottom held open by my hands and the white ribbon of my inner
buttocks punctuated in the center by a glistening but angry pink
anal ring.

My father and uncle waited until I was more under control before
I could hear footsteps again.

"So Kev," It was my uncle again. "You've used the strap down here
in her groove?" As he spoke, his finger tip ran up and down the
centerline of my bottom, running from the bottom of my vagina to
the bottom of my back tracing over my slippery and still hot
crinkled anus on each stroke. It made me shiver all over.

"Yeah Joe," said my Dad. "Only on these proper punishments
though. So you think the spoon will be more effective?"

What was a spoon? What were they talking about?

"Oh, no doubt. Here, let Marge show you."

I sobbed again. Clearly Aunt Marge was also in the room. Was
there no end to my humiliation?

My uncle put both his hands firmly over mine and a moment later,
my buttocks were stretched even wider apart and I was held there
solidly.

I could hear my aunt walking towards me now.

With her by one side and my uncle on the other, I knew my
punishment was about to continue and I cried at the helplessness
of it.

"You go ahead and cry Caroline," my aunt said. "You know that you
deserve every bit of this punishment."

She put one hand in the middle of my lower back to hold me
immobile and a moment later I felt the stinging stroke of a
wooden spoon along the white inner portion of one of my buttocks.
It wasn't too bad but it was a shock. Compared to the strap, it
was quite manageable and I wasn't too stressed but the wooden
spoon is a devastating punishment device in the hands of a
skilled disciplinarian and my Aunt Margaret was certainly one.

The wooden spoon smacked over and over and the heat at the point
of impact built up extremely rapidly. She worked her way down one
side and up the other until my previously white crack was redder
than my just-strapped buttocks. Once I was sobbing she paused
until I calmed down again with one hand still firmly on my back
and the end of the wooden spoon resting along my crack. My uncle
continued to have my hands pulling my cheeks wide, wide apart.

"Alright Caroline," she said. "You're almost at the end of your
punishment. Now, why are you being punished?"

It took a couple of tries before I could speak a full sentence
Ccoherently "Because I was b-b-b-bad and b-b-because I d-d-didn't
tell when Sue stole something." I blubbered.

"Correct," said my Aunt. "Now, hopefully this is a lesson you'll
remember for a long time when you think about becoming a
criminal."

There was a pregnant pause. It was as though everyone in the room
was holding their breath. The sound of a sharp smack arrived at
my ears an instant before the sensation arrived at my brain which
made it seem like an out-of-body experience. The wooden spoon had
descended sharply right in the middle of my spread buttocks over
the center of my anus. It felt like I'd been stabbed with a metal
spike but before I could shriek in shock and pain, the spoon had
already descended again. Ten sharp smacks hit me right in the
middle of an already sensitized anus which was still slippery
with Vicks before my Aunt and Uncle would stand up and leave me
holding my bottom impossibly wide apart.

I don't know how long I was left over the chair, but it couldn't
have been more than a few more minutes before I was finally able
to stand.

"Fourteen minutes, Caroline," said my Mom and I shuffled off to
my familiar corner.

There would be more pictures once corner time was over, this time
as I was photographed, my face stayed blushing as red as my bum
as I watched my Aunt and Uncle watching me, completely nude
before the punishment was finally declared complete.

It was the embarrassment part of the punishment that would stay
with me. The memory of being exposed, displayed to my relatives
that my parents realized hit me the most. Over the next couple of
years, my Uncle Joe saw me punished a half-dozen times. I'm sure
he enjoyed each incident much more than I did. My other Uncle,
who is the youngest of my Dad's two brothers, saw me get a
regular spanking once and that was intensely embarrassing. Uncle
Roger is only a few years older than me and having him see me
naked even for a few minutes was awful. My Mom gave me that
spanking and, worse, Uncle Roger was allowed to peruse my
spanking album where he could see every part of me.

Eventually though, even this extreme embarrassment was bound to
lose its influence. So, here I am, at sixteen ready to face the
most embarrassing punishment ever.

It started this morning. I lost my temper in a moment of
craziness and actually threw a bowl against the wall in the
kitchen. It's Saturday, you see and I had plans to meet up with
my friends Barb and Sue (yes, we're still besties) and hit the
mall later. My Mom let me know that I had chores to do including
a bunch of laundry and my room that will absolutely take all
afternoon so – no going to the mall. I argued way too long but
when my Mom gave me that look that she has and said "No, Caroline
and that's final!" I grabbed my cereal bowl and hurled it against
the wall. Not towards any mind you, just at the wall.

I had no sooner done it than I realized how much trouble I was
in. You guessed it. I was to have a 'proper' punishment that very
evening.

My Mom looked at me, the milk from the cereal still dripping down
the side of the kitchen wall. She was thinking and I know she was
thinking about how to punish me.

"Alright, young lady," she said quietly. "You want to throw a
temper tantrum like you were a little three year-old child? Well,
we can remind you of what it's like to be three years old."

I shivered. This didn't sound good at all.

I was banished to my room for awhile and decided to try to make
amends by cleaning up. In the end, it wouldn't help. My Mom was
on the phone talking to my Dad and, later to both my Uncles.

Just after lunch, she came to fetch me and I was plunked into a
hot bath and told to make sure I was plenty clean. She waited
until I'd stripped down and gotten into the hot water. The door
was left open and my Mom came to fetch me after I'd been soaking
for ages.

She took me by one arm and brought me back to my bedroom where a
couple of towels had been placed on my bed. To my absolute
horror, I was placed on my back and told to hold my knees up and
wide, wide apart. It was terribly exposing and, while I looked
unbelievingly, my Mom actually took a couple of pictures of me
like that, spread open like a lab frog! I didn't dare protest.

Then, she pulled a chair right between my legs and picked up a
pair of scissors. Grabbing a tuft of my blond pubic hair between
her thumb and fingers, she snipped it short. In a few short
minutes, she had reduced my usually sparse blond curls to a water
soaked blond stubble before she reached for a pink Venus razor.

"Oh God Mom! Please no!" I pleaded. The plea arrived on deaf
ears. A few minutes later, I was as bare as I'd been at the age
of three. She even reached down lower down between my legs and
removed the few hairs surrounding my anus.

Some warm oil finished the job and my Mom carefully recorded the
new look on the digital camera as I cried softly. The removal of
my pubic hair really did make me feel like a little girl. It was
as though a mark of my adulthood had been stripped from me.

So, here I am, sixteen years old and completely naked. I've been
bent over the back of the chair in the living room for almost
half an hour and the room has slowly filled up with both my
Uncles, my Aunt and, I can't quite believe this, both my young
cousins. The can see everything sixteen year old Caroline has to
offer of course, because I'm holding my buttocks wide wide apart.
On the chair in front my eyes, is an open jar of Vicks Vap-o-rub
which is all I can smell at the moment. I know that I'll be
thoroughly treated inside my bottom before I get the spanking on
the outside.

All I can think about though is this. I'm sixteen and will
certainly live with my folks until I'm at least eighteen. If this
isn't the worst, what more severe punishments will they think up
in the next two years! Oh my, I'm sure I'm in for surprises to
come.