Red faces, red bottoms

[over-my-knee]

The bet had been their idea. A joke. A Tauny. Or so they claimed. “If little Miss Kaylee wins the singing contest, we’ll show up to her victory party in schoolgirl outfits, take our spankings, and sit on our naughty stools for as long as she wants.”

It was meant to mock her. Sixteen, still in an actual school uniform half the time, and now competing against grown vocalists like she belonged there. They’d laughed. They’d sneered. And when people pushed back, they doubled down. Posted the bet online. Called it confidence. Dared the world to take them seriously.

It got clicks. It got laughs. And then — somehow — it got honored.

Now Lily and Harper sat front and center in Kaylee’s afterparty suite. Plaid skirts flipped up. Panties bunched at their ankles. Bare, freshly spanked bottoms pressed firmly to matching wooden stools. Backs straight. Hands on knees. Silent.

They looked like they'd been photoshopped into a detention sketch from an old comic book. two adults awkwardly trapped in a punishment meant for children.

[over-my-knee]

Gosh. Imagine losing a bet so spectacularly that you end up on your knees carrying out the most embarrassing forfeit imaginable, only to look up and discover she's taking selfies. The bet is over. The humiliation, unfortunately, has entered the archival phase

[over-my-knee]

Gosh. The humiliation is in the reversal of it all. This is someone's mother. The woman who spent years telling other people to behave themselves. And now she's the one being held over a knee, skirt up, thoroughly deprived of both her dignity and any meaningful say in the situation.

[carabonny]

Wooden Spoon and corner time for naughty school girl

[goodblueboy]

[miss-strict]

[over-my-knee]

Wonder how he got himself into that one

[creepin4spankin]

[over-my-knee]

Love the way she has to lay there with her legs dangling… so helpless

[cornertimesblog]

[over-my-knee]

Gosh that must be humiliating 😂

[over-my-knee]

The highlight of the Hollidays? That HAD to be when Beverly, (the eldest of the sisters, visiting after her first semester at university) ended up over Mom's knee for an actual spanking! The best part?? She got it on her BARE bottom!! 🤣 She must be the only person in the family above the age of 9 to have ever had this happen to her! Gosh this really will go down as the most memorable family Holliday in a long time...

[heelsspank]

[girlsbeingspanked]

Aunt Barb firmly believed in the power of a good spanking. All of the cousins were subject to them in her house, regardless of their age. The true humiliation was getting spanked in the living room, rather than in Aunt Barb's bedroom, which is what Haley's experiencing right now. Being 19 and having all of your cousins see your bare butt spanked red makes for a pretty rough night, but the cornertime that comes after is when the shame will really sink in for Haley.

[over-my-knee]

The timeout

Rachel stood facing the cold plaster wall of the bustling restauraunt, cheeks blazing red as the hum of chatter and stifled laughter surrounded her. She could feel the amused stares prickling her back, and hear the quiet snaps of camera phones capturing this humiliating moment for posterity. She kept her arms stiffly at her sides, wishing she could simply disappear.

How had she—Rachel, the poised, polished one—ended up here, in an actual “time-out” in front of a room full of strangers and colleagues alike?

Rachel had arrived at the restaurant to meet her friend and colleague, Emma. It was a fancy spot, hosting a wine-tasting event that brought together a crowd of young professionals. As the evening went on, the wine flowed freely, and soon she was laughing herself silly over Emma’s latest dating disaster stories, barely noticing the attention she was attracting.

“Hey, Rach,” Emma leaned in, a teasing smile on her lips. “Let’s keep it down a little. You know how Patricia is.”

Rachel waved her off, her laughter bubbling up again. “Oh, come on! You sound like my mom. Lighten up!”

Rachel stopped though, when she realised that Patricia, the event host, was watching them across the room. Patricia had an impeccable reputation; everyone knew her for her taste and discretion, and Rachel idolised her for it. She gave a small, tight smile and began walking over, arms folded.

“Enjoying ourselves?” Patricia asked, her voice measured.

Rachel immediately felt her cheeks flush. “Yes—yes, Patricia,” she stammered. “I’m so sorry if we were a bit loud.”

“Oh, I don’t think it’s a matter of volume,” Patricia replied, smiling in a way that made Rachel’s stomach twist. “You seem…rather lively. Perhaps a short break to collect yourself might help?”

Rachel blinked, not entirely sure what Patricia meant. “Oh—of course, I can just step outside for a minute,” she offered, feeling flustered and eager to smooth things over.

“No need to leave." Said Patricia, before pointing to an empty wall just a few feet from where they were standing. How about a quiet moment over there, perhaps with your nose to the wall. That might help you calm down.”

Rachel stared, stunned. Her nose to the wall? She wasn’t a child—how could Patricia even suggest such a thing? She glanced at Emma for help, who simply waited, her eyes wide with disbelief and a slight smirk playing on her lips.

Rachel felt her throat go dry. The idea of being reprimanded in front of everyone sent a rush of indignation through her. “Patricia, I—”

“Rachel,” Patricia interrupted. “You’re smart, capable, and you know the standards we uphold here. I’m asking you to step aside for a moment to gather yourself, and I suggest you take it seriously.” In that moment, Rachel felt herself shrink into a little girl and began to shift compliantly. “Alright… just for a minute,” she mumbled, forcing a nervous smile as she stood up from her chair.

She walked to the wall, each step feeling like a march to her execution. When she reached it, she paused for a second, looking back towards the table, as though expecting instructions. Patricia simply gave a nod, expectantly. Reluctantly, Rachel leaned forward and pressed her nose to the wall, standing awkwardly with her arms at her sides, feeling all the eyes on her back.

Patricia cleared her throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your attention! It seems we have a perfect example of what happens when we get a bit too carried away at a professional event. Rachel here is taking a moment to reflect on her—how shall I say it?—enthusiastic approach to networking.” Laughter rippled through the crowd, and Rachel felt her face heat  Was Patricia really using her as an example? More snickers echoed around her and she swore she heard the sound of someone's phone camera. She felt herself shrinking with embarrassment, every second stretching into an eternity as she stood there, a grown woman, forced into this absurdly humiliating “time-out” in front of the very people she was supposed to be networking with.

After what felt like an eternity, she heard Patricia's voice behind her “I can see that you have calmed down now. You can go and take your seat again."

Rachel turned from the wall, cheeks flushed bright red, and rushed back to her table, forcing herself not to look at anyone. Emma’s eyes were wide.

“Did you…really just?” Emma whispered. A mixture of incredulousness and amusement in her voice.

Rachel’s voice came out in a strangled whisper. “Don’t. Even.” "I warned you.." Emma giggled back.

[spankingwomen]

Causing a major disturbance at the family gathering with their constant fighting, Aunt Julie and Aunt Amanda were dragged down to the basement by Grandpa for some good, old-fashioned bare bottom spankings. At ages 33 and 29, this was certainly not something they expected to have happen and so, both voiced their displeasure at their predicament while over the knee in a most unladylike fashion. For this, they were both treated to fresh bars of soap jammed snugly into their mouths. They would have to keep those bars of soap there while bent over the back of the old sofa, side by side, while getting their bare asses whipped with Grandpa's old belt. It was turning into a family gathering for the ages...

[dctumspot-deactivated20250428]

[cornertimesblog]

[thearousalcurator]

[lord-spanker]

🎩✋🍑 On display in front of the personnel manager’s desk. Mrs Brown had requested the sanction to be changed from dismissal to a final written warning and a physical punishment. She hadn’t expected it to take place in the open office with everyone there, nor to have to kneel with her spanked arse on display right through the lunch break.

[cabmer72]

Now that your bottom is properly tanned, kneel down there with your hands on your head.

[fessee-otk-deactivated20251222]

Paddle, brush and corner