Humiliated & Spanked by my Mother in front of Peter

I am reposting my most read and listened to post with a new ending.

It’s about my Mother taking my temperature before giving me an embarrassing bare bottom spanking, in front of the boy I liked!

https://madamesamanthab.com/spanking/peter-mother-and-me-a-spanking-story/

OK… so I was naughty.

Here’s a new ending for me                                and my Spanked Bare Bottom…

Mother was leaving and said that I was to stand in the middle of the room for five minutes so I could think about the lesson I had just learned while being spanked on my bare bottom in front of Peter. He was to watch me carefully. Neither one of us dared to argue with my mother, so slowly I got up off the three pillows with my very sore bottom and moved into the middle of my room. I think my bottom was pinker than the shag carpet I stood on. I couldn’t look at Peter. After watching my mother spank my bare bottom, I was too humiliated and embarrassed. Instead, I looked up at my precious glass menagerie that I had just dusted that morning. Then I saw my collection of stuffed animals in the corner and wished they would save me from this predicament like they do in my fantasies…But they did not.

After time was up, Mother told Peter to touch my bottom to feel how hot it still was. He was to determine if I needed a cooling washcloth applied before he (not me) was to pull up my panties and then pants. She actually told him to touch my bottom and then pull up my clothes!

Peter did exactly what she told him. He seemed all too happy to stand right next to me for the 5 minutes. They went on for what seemed like hours… I shivering at this point. After all, my bottom was hot, red and naked.

There I was, standing on my shag carpet, next to the boy I had had a crush on for a long time!  As he looked at my nakedness, I whimper. At just the right time, Peter reached and touched my behind without warning. It was still burning, but I quickly said that it was “OK” and that “I didn’t need a washcloth.”

Now Peter was to help me pull on my panties and pants. He knelt down so his face was facing my most private parts. Even he seemed slightly uncomfortable. But he did have my panties and pants in his hands. They were set up for me to step into. Steadying myself, I had to hold onto his shoulders. He was so close, he could see everything! My mother sure made sure I was punished fully…

My panties went up first over my sore bottom. I squirmed a bit. Because he was fumbling, it hurt even more, when Peter pulled up my pedal pushers… He stood up right in front of me and looked me in the eyes for the first time. His look had changed. He seemed manlier all of a sudden.

It was a Public Spanking…

Silently, he took my hand and slowly led me out of my room, down the stairs and outside to where the crowd had rejoined for the continuation of the game. Everyone looked up as their star player walked out with me in tow. There seemed to be whispering and giggling all around me. My bottom was sore and the clothing rubbing as I walked didn’t help. People moved out of the way as Peter walked me down the front steps. He turned to me, strictly told me to sit down and watch the rest of the game. He had a gleam in his eye as I painfully did what he said. Embarrassed to argue or look at anyone, I stared up at my bedroom window realizing why my mother had Peter open it. Everyone knew that my bottom was sore from being spanked in front of Peter.