For reasons that I don’t even know, probably mostly laziness, when I was a kid and even into my teenage years I wouldn’t ever lift the toilet seat when I would pee, so I would inevitably get a few drops on the seat. My mother and sister were always yelling at me about it, and once my sister got more authority over me, she started taking it more seriously.
Her regular reaction was to call me into the bathroom and make me wipe up the drops. Then she would tell me I was grounded for the rest of the day and that she wanted me to stay in my bedroom. Most of the time this would happen in the evening on a school night, so the punishment would practically be insignificant.
The punishments worked, however, because I really did start being more careful about wiping up after myself. But there was one Friday night when I used the bathroom and specifically noticed that I had left one small drop on the seat. It seemed like such a little drop that I decided to leave it and see if I would get in trouble for it. It was in the evening and I had no plans so getting my normal punishment wouldn’t have mattered to me at all.
Sure enough, about an hour later, she called me into the bathroom and had me wipe up the drop. Then she said that since it was so late already that I was grounded for all day Saturday. Then she thought about it more and changed it to the whole weekend. My plan completely backfired. That tiny drop on the seat cost me two days.
I was sitting in my room feeling kind of annoyed with myself. I had been getting grounded a lot lately and was happy to have that weekend free, but I’d just ruined that. Not much time passed and I heard my mother call down the hallway for me to help her with something, so I went and did what she needed.
I was headed back to my room when my sister appeared and angrily asked why I wasn’t in my room considering she had punished me and specifically told me to stay in there. I responded that I had only left my room because mom had called for me, which seemed to me like a perfectly legitimate excuse.
My mother immediately got angry and defensive. She said she had no idea that I had been told to stay in my room and didn’t like the idea at all that I was blaming her. She said all I would have had to do it tell her I’m punished and can’t leave my room. My sister agreed. They were both upset with me and it seemed like I really hadn’t done much of anything wrong.
Mom said she was going to punish me first for trying to blame her, and then my sister could punish me second for disobeying her. Then she took me to my room and closed the door. She opened my closet and was looking in there, but I wasn’t sure what for. Then she reached in a pulled out one of my leather belts. I knew what that meant, but she made it clear by announcing she was going to give me a spanking.
I was no stranger to spankings, although they were generally reserved for my most serious punishments and this didn’t seem to qualify. My mother was much more angry that seemed necessary. She said that blaming her for what I did was very disrespectful. That explained it. I’d been taught my whole life that being respectful was the most important thing, and my worst punishments always came from instances when I was told I had been disrespectful.
She told me to take off my clothes, which was another sign this was going to be a serious punishment. Spankings ranged from simple quick ones over my clothes, so more involved ones with my pants pulled down, to very serious ones with me completely naked.
I stripped, and the spanking began. Even though the door was closed, I’m sure my sister knew I was getting a spanking because it’s hard to hide the sound of a belt on a bare ass. I was right about it being serious, and she lectured me about the important of respect as she spanked me very hard. I laid there mostly in silence.
I was laying there naked with my certainly bright red ass face up on the bed, when my mom called my sister to come into the room. This was a new level of embarrassment for me, as she was clearly aware that I got spanked from time to time, but had never seen me in this position. I had tears in my eyes but had managed not to cry during my spanking, but the moment my sister was in the room the humiliation pushed me over the edge and I started really crying.
Between my sobs I heard my mother tell my sister that she had given me a good spanking for being disrespectful. She still had the belt in her hand. I remember thinking that the only thing that would make the humiliation worse would be if she actually spanked me more with my sister watching.
They were speaking softly to each other and I couldn’t hear them over the sound of my own crying, although I figured it was safe to presume they were discussing how to punish me more. My sister spoke to me directly for the first time and said that she hadn’t intended to punish me too much more, but mom has informed her that I still haven’t even apologized for my behavior.
Honestly the idea of apologizing hadn’t really crossed my mind, I had just been accepting my punishment in silence. She said she was going to ground me for a month for leaving my room without permission. Then my mom added that she was grounding me for an additional month for being disrespectful to her. Then my sister added that she was giving me a third month of grounding for not apologizing.
Three months was the longest I’d ever been grounded, and I couldn’t believe I was getting this punishment just for leaving my room when my mom called for me. I was doing my best to pull myself together and stop crying, but hearing my punishment made me cry more. It felt embarrassing and childish to be crying over my punishment, but once the tears started they were hard to stop.
My sister made the comment that I should be crying, but it’s not the same as apologizing. Then she added that she was certain my crying was because I was getting punished, not because I was sorry. I realized they were waiting for apologies, but I was breathing hard and crying and it was hard to get any words out.
They seemed to just be standing there waiting for me to calm down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my mother hand the belt to my sister. The idea of being spanked by my sister was so embarrassing that I hadn’t even really considered it a possibility.
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