...Corner time was very common for me and my sisters growing up with our stepdad. It didn't necessarily mean being made to stand in an actual corner, but after a spanking your bottom stayed bare until you were given permission to pull your pants up and go to your room. He didn't care if family, friends or neighbors were around. If you didn't want anyone to see you get spanked or see your red ass, then don't misbehave with company in the house! If you made a scene (especially in front of guests) or defied him in any way, he'd spank you again and then you'd be desperate for corner time to begin! Usually we'd have to stand but sometimes he'd let us kneel and it was always in the room we got spanked in - no matter what. There was a famous family incident involving my older sister swearing at my mother and stepdad in a diner that ended with her being dragged out to the car for a spanking. She didn't have to serve corner time in the diner, but she had to wait in the car with her pants down, sitting on her sore butt while the rest of us finished lunch. She then had to walk all the way from the driveway, into our house and make her way into the living room to serve an additional thirty minutes. My younger sister and I never let her live that one down! Spankings and corner time were pretty big motivators to behave. But you also needed to learn how to be sneaky too. The fear of everyone seeing my red ass was how I was forced to learn to not get caught being bad when company was around. Any time it did end up happening (I was kind of rebellious haha), it was very humiliating to not only have others hear or see you get spanked but then to have them stare and potentially chuckle seeing you with your pants down for an extended period of time. Although, on the flip side, it was fun to see siblings or cousins in that same position. Being subject to disciplinary spankings continued for my sisters and myself until each of us moved away from home. We often heard our mother getting spanked in our parents' bedroom as well and we thought nothing of it. My stepdad last put me over his knee and spanked my bear butt when I nearly twenty-five years old for wrecking his car and then lying about it. I knew I deserved it and I accepted it as best I could. And yes, I had to kneel in the living room for nearly an hour afterwards, pants still down and ass very much on fire...