Why Public Spankings Turn Us On
Even if your only experience of spanking is within the privacy of your own bedroom, chances are you’ve fantasised about spanking or being spanked in front of an audience.
The prospect simultaneously horrifies and tantalises us. “I’d die of shame!” think some, whilst another part of their erotic mind reluctantly acknowledges just how hot that situation could be. All those spanking images and videos you’ve watched over the years — you in were the audience then too.
All naughty girls know that public embarrassment is an essential component of a good hard spanking. Even if few readily admit it. A punishment in private is just a quick bottom smacking that's over in minutes, and easily forgotten. But when you're spanked in front of gobsmacked witnesses, they’ll remember every single detail. Forever.
Your audience will see everything, from the moment you’re summoned in the sternest strictest voice, and you blush brightly as you’re scolded. They'll feel the tingle between their own legs as they realise what's about to happen, that they're about to witness a real live spanking.
They'll be even more aroused when your panties are pulled down. For a public spanking, panties are always lowered whilst standing up, so your audience can fully appreciate every detail of your slow embarrassing exposure. Now there’s no doubt it’ll be on the bare. They’re actually going to see a good hard spanking on the bare bottom.
They’ll be hardly breathing as you’re properly prepared, as your short skirt is unfastened and drops with a flop to the floor, or your trousers are unbuttoned and tugged to your ankles. If you’re wearing a long dress, you might have the hem lifted and tucked into the back of your bra, or be told to lift it over your head and off entirely.
A pause, as the erotic tension in the room simmers. Your cheeks will flush hot, as you know every pair of eyes in the room is now looking at your panties. You can feel their gazes linger between your legs, focused there like searchlights.
Conflicting desires bubble within you, wanting to delay the inevitable, yet yearning for your embarrassment to end. You feel intruding fingertips enter the elastic of your waistband, then a draught of cool air, and the fabric of your panties beginning to stretch over your hips.
Your audience will be staring at your waist, so the first thing they'll notice is the flash of flash as your mound is revealed. In an instant they'll know if you keep yourself shaved bare. Their eyes will follow the descending garment, as if their gazes were sliding down your genital groove.
They'll be noticing your lips, trying to discern if they're crudely swollen, watching as the gusset peels away from your crotch, looking for the telltale silver glints of arousal, like little spider threads. Collecting the clues to assess whether you're one of those naughty girls who gets wet when it’s time to be publicly punished.
Then you'll feel cool air kiss your bare buttocks for the first time, but know that chill sensation won't last for long. Your descending panties are like sand in an hourglass, counting away the moments until it's time to be dealt with.
Your panties reach your ankles, and are tugged over your feet. The audience will appreciate your legs being spread for your punishment. They want to see you kick. Your spanker is going to give them quite a show.
Another excruciating pause, as you stand exposed, still waiting to be put in the spanking position. But in a cruel late twist you're sent to fetch the implement that will be used to smack your bottom. Maybe it's a wooden spoon from the kitchen, or a slipper from hallway, or a proper spanking paddle from the toy box bedroom. Everyone watches your bare bum recede as you scurry off to retrieve it.
They're watching intently as rapid footsteps herald your return, sharing knowing smiles when you respectfully hand over the item you've collected. One final scolding before you're told to bend over. This naughty girl thought she was too important to bother with silly little rules, those gathered are told. The truth of those words makes you shrink inside.
You bend over obediently, bracing yourself for the first stinging smack. Yet you're also secretly grateful there are witnesses to your indignity. You want them to remember every detail of what they've seen. And reinforce those memories every time they put their hands between their legs to recall it.
The first smack lands and makes your legs kick. A hot rush of shame floods through your body. Everyone is captivated by the performance, absolutely entranced by the unfolding magic, scarcely able to believe they're watching a naughty little girl getting her bare bottom smacked.
The more who witness your plight, the more unforgettable it becomes. And you know some watching are secretly wishing that it was their turn next.
Make it hurt please, you hope, so no one here will ever forget.
