Daydreaming about getting humiliated and talked down to all through a nice dinner out, told to not talk so loud and asked if I got the joke when I laugh. Then, when we invite friends over for drinks after, daddy will ask them if they noticed my poor attitude, and if they would help him by observing my punishment.
He asks me a series of embarrassing questions, how do I usually get punished in this house? How many times have we talked about my attitude? Do I deserve a bruised ass? Which implement is gonna hurt and mark me as much as I deserve?
I’m already tearing up while I go to get the heavy paddle.
I’m made to apologize to our guests before and after my spanking. For my attitude at dinner and for all the noise and fuss. Daddy asks me every few swats why my butt hurts, and i pathetically answer that i brought it on myself with my attitude. He promises that this isn’t the worst it can get, and i promise that we won’t ever have to have this talk again
One of the guests holds my hand while daddy patiently bruises my bottom. They tell me I’m a good boy for taking it, and that they’ll forgive me when my spanking is over.
I’m not sent to to corner after, I just lay over the coffee table and cry, not caring anymore about my modesty, as the guests coo over my red bottom, pinching and swatting it lightly, reminding me in chiding tones to be better, and that I got off easy this time.
Daddy thanks them and ushers them out, then takes me up to bed, whispering sweet things and forgiveness into my hair.













