The whole day is forever deeply burned into my mind. Never did a day after in my very short life did I not think back on every painful minute.
The morning itself, I woke by a sharp spank. Leaping up naked, I was instantly shoved down for several more sting slaps into my flubbering bottom.
A moment later the lights were on, yet I couldn't see anything through the rushing light, then my tears and the spinning room. My head thrashed and I could only momentarily make out the image of my sister and her friends before a plop on my back kept me from even thrashing as I had been.
My mother's hand spanked me but my older sister held me down. She was born a year and a half before me and at almost 18 was sitting on my back.
Kicking on the bed and rushing my ass around to flee my spanking only exposed my shriveled tiny peepee, skinny and short, dangling for their amusement.
"OEOWOWOWOWKE WHATAHID I DO WHAAAHHA?MAAMAAAA PL HEEE HEEEE ZZZZZZZZAAA!" I somehow remembered words.
"You stupid brat! You've done several things!" My mom scolded me as the girls giggled.
"Should we give him a hint?"
"He knows what he did."
"Let him figure it out."
The whole time... SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK WAHH WAHHH AHHHWWW OWEWEE
"PLEASE MOMMY PLEASE WHAT DID I DO DID I OWWWE PLEA AHHHHHEEEE PLEASE!NO!MOM!OHNO! DISHES CARPET DID NOT DO DISHES WHAT DID I DO AM I LATE OOOWWEEEEEEEE SCHOOL ooL?! IS IT A GRA @#######=÷~-"
"HAHA LISTEN TO HIM SQUEAL! HAHAHAHA" Her friends were exhilarated to witness my loss of control, over my vocal cords and then, moments later, when I peed.
I could feel the splashing of my pee hitting my thighs and belly from my tiny dancing peepee and some rebounding from my sheets. The laughter of Cynthia's friends exploded.