"That's IT Cynthia!" said her mother, "I'm making an appointment for you at the Spanker's!"

Cynthia's eyes flashed wide as she burst into tears. She knew she'd gone too far this time. Swearing at her mom was way over the line. Cynthia was a pretty 14 year-old and going to the Spanker's was the most horrible thing she could imagine. It was a punishment that thankfully didn't come around all that often. Cynthia had only been brought to the spankers three times before. This would be her fourth.

The first time, Cynthia had been only 11 and she remembered the incident like it was yesterday. She'd had to sit in the waiting room with her mother for 20 minutes, waiting for her turn to go in and be spanked. She had been given a large binder of pictures to look at while she waited. To her horror, she found the album full of pictures in sets of four. One picture of a young face, the next of a bare bottom, all white and smooth, the third of the same child's face, this time red faced and tear-streaked and finally another bare bottom shot of a beet red bottom with clear marks of the hand and paddle that had made it that way.

To Cynthia's absolute humiliation, she had been brought into a room by her mother who had then stripped her completely naked and then turned her over to an older man who had spanked her until she was crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath. The spanking had come in several parts, first by hand, then by paddle, finally with a wicked heavy ruler. For Cynthia who had never been spanked in her life, each of the sets was the worst thing she could have ever imagined and all three together had made a lasting impression. Between each set of spanks the man had made Cynthia wait with her hands clasped over her head, making her feel even more naked and preventing her from rubbing her stinging bottom. The punishment had satisfied her mother greatly and Cynthia had been incredibly well behaved for many months following the experience. The spanker had promised that if she ever had to come back the punishment would be even more severe and even more embarrassing.

Unfortunately, Cynthia had found out that he had been telling the truth. A year later when she was 12, Cynthia had gotten in trouble again, this time for fighting at school. Once again, she was back at the Spanker's sitting in the waiting room and crying before even going inside. She knew what awaited her.

The spanker had been a woman this time, large and intimidating and, once again, Cynthia had been stripped naked by her mom. Cynthia was just starting to mature at this point. Although her period had not started, she had conical bumps for breasts with always made her embarrassed. She really hadn't started growing hair down below yet like some of her friends but she had also become very shy about stripping anywhere that she could be seen. No one had seen her naked since the previous time she'd been spanked and, woman or not, Cynthia was reluctant to strip. It had taken a sharp word from the spanker before Cynthia had finally relented and let her mother remove her panties.

Once again, Cynthia had been made to clasp her hands on her head but this time was a thousand times worse than the first. The standard first photograph was only of Cynthia's head and shoulders but looking in the camera's lens, she felt like it was photographing all her front and it made her even more self-conscious. Cynthia was dying of embarrassment and terrified that someone would walk in the unlocked door. Her puffy nipples had immediately gotten hard in the cool air of the spanker's office and Cynthia was sure that both women were looking right at them. The spanking had, as advertised, been worse than the first time. Aside from the embarrassment of being naked, the spanking had started with a blistering over the knee hand spanking and then switched to a terrible leather strap. The strap had fallen over and over and over again until Cynthia was a blubbering mess and no longer cared about her nakedness.

In between the hand spanking and the strapping, Cynthia had been taught about 'corner time'. She had been placed, still naked, still with her hands on her head, in the corner of the room with her bottom facing outwards. She had been left there until her crying settled down feeling even more naked. The two women had talked quietly between themselves about Cynthia's behavior and different punishment methods as though Cynthia wasn't even in the room. The whole time Cynthia could only think about how her naked bottom was being looked at and how much it hurt.

After the strapping, Cynthia was back in the corner until she calmed down somewhat and then the spanker had called her out of the corner. This time she was led over to a piece of furniture that she hadn't recognized. It was like a short table but with the surface on a sharp angle. Anything put on that table would have just rolled off, Cynthia had thought. The purpose of the table was made clear shortly. The spanker had led Cynthia to the higher side of the surface and had her step up to the table until the edge was resting just below her hips. A belt at calf-level and another above her knees had fastened her standing close to the table. Cynthia had been made to bend over until her tiny breasts were pressed to the angled surface and now she understood. This was worse than bending over the spanker's desk as she had for the strap. The angle of the table made her bend much further than 90 degrees leaving her bottom displayed as the highest point on her body. A wide leather belt had been fastened around her waist holding her perfectly in position.

To Cynthia's embarrassment, the spanker had taken a moment to point out to Cynthia's mom how this position not only positioned her buttocks perfectly for the paddle but also had them spread naturally wide open for the additional punishment they had discussed. Cynthia didn't know what the 'additional' punishment was but her bottom was already stinging hot and she didn't want any part of it.

The woman spanker had walked over to her desk and had come back with something from her desk drawer. "Ah, I see," Cynthia's Mom had said. From Cynthia's fastened position, she hadn't been able to see at all. "If she's back here, we'll use something a little more intrusive and quite a lot hotter," the spanker had replied. Again, the conversation hadn't made sense to her.

Cynthia felt the spanker's hand on her left buttock. "Cynthia," she said. "I'm going to rub something on and between your bottom now which is going to have you remember your punishment for quite awhile. You're going to find it uncomfortable but I want you to remember that if you ever have to come back here, we'll use something much worse than this and we'll use it on and in a lot more of this sensitive area."

Cynthia felt the hand pull sideways at her bottom, opening up the crack even more and then something very cool rub down from the top of her crack, down to the bottom, then back up again. She whimpered - what was this? The cool object rubbed down again, pausing at her spread open anus and making her shiver and clench her anus tight against the sensation. The object was rubbed the full length of her bottom crack a couple of more times from the top of her crack, down to just before her spread open vagina before the spanker stood up.

The whole exercise had taken perhaps 30 seconds and it was only a few seconds more before Cynthia understood. The cool object was no longer touching her but the sensations wherever it had touched her had gone from cool to hot and from hot very quickly to burning, stinging, fiery hot! Within another 30 seconds, she was squirming frantically, desperate to put out the fire along the crack of her bottom and directly on her anus.

"It's jalapeno pepper," the spanker had explained to Cynthia's mom as Cynthia started to bawl in pain. "The discomfort is acute for the first 15 minutes or so, worse even than the strap. Over the next hour it will die down to a sharp heat but she'll be feeling it even later when you put her to bed."

The spanker waited a moment or two longer for the pepper to truly take hold then lay into Cynthia's stretched bottom with a long paddle from the top of her bottom to the top of her thighs until Cynthia was a quivering bowl of jello with no fight left in her.

Cynthia had sworn that it would be the last time she ever went there and that she'd be the best girl in the whole county to make sure. It had lasted ages and Cynthia's mom had been delighted at the change in attitude. Unfortunately, the memory of the spanking had gradually worn away and about a year ago, when Cynthia was 13 she had been dragged to the spanker yet again.

This time the spanker had been a man and, given Cynthia's growth into a young teen, the effect of having to strip naked again for a strange man had been a good part of the punishment. Cynthia had, by that time started a light down of pubic hair and her breasts were now discernable in shape. Cynthia mom had to remove her new training bra when she was stripped. Cynthia had wanted to crawl into a hole when she had to stand in front of this older man with her hands on her head, exposing her naked body. This time, the spanker explained, she would be punished more severely and would be left more embarrassed in order to make a more memorable impression. The dreaded camera was pulled out but when the spanker stood a little further away, it became clear to the horrified Cynthia that the picture was of her entire upper body. Her breasts were now also going to be part of the public photo album.

Once again it was over the knee to start with a hand spanking then Cynthia found herself strapped once again over the angled spanking table. She was begging not to have the pepper again. The memory of the burning juice along her crack was still fresh in her mind. Had she remembered though, she would have remembered that the woman spanker had promised something more embarrassing and hotter and more intrusive and if anything, the spankers were true to their word. The flash of the camera and Cynthia realized that this picture of her bottom would show more than red buttocks. The exaggerated position left her bottom spread wide apart and Cynthia knew from looking in the mirror that her bottom, her anus and a complete view of her young pussy would be fully displayed in the photo.

Once again Cynthia felt her buttock being pulled to the side to more completely expose her from the rear. Her anus clenched in fear of the touch to come. The cool touch slid down and then back up her rear crack. Cynthia had half-expected the man to touch the object even lower along her virgin pussy but he did not. After a couple of rubs up and down, the tip of the object stopped, dead center right at the middle of Cynthia's clenched anus. Cynthia whimpered but she knew she had no choice about what would be done to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her mom's fascinated expression as she felt the object push with pressure right on her anus. "Oh no!" she moaned. The spanker pushed and pulled, adding a tiny amount of pressure on each push until Cynthia's anus couldn't resist. The object popped past the sphincter and then was held there a moment. The spanker twisted the object left and right then pushed and pulled several times more, pushing a little deeper each time until a full 5 inches of the thing were deep up Cynthia's rectum. Cynthia knew this would be bad. "Please," she cried. "pull it out!" Her plea fell on deaf ears. The object was deep in her bowels but she still felt it in her.

"It's ginger root Cynthia," explained the spanker. It's holding your bottom open and your going to feel it much deeper and even hotter than the pepper you felt last time."

Cynthia could feel it already and she started to cry as the fire built up quickly along her crack, hugely around the ring of her anus and also deep in her rectum. The spanker waited until the ginger had fully taken effect before taking up the strap. It didn't take long for Cynthia to be reduced to the tears of a 5-year old. After the strap Cynthia had been placed back in the corner, with the tip of the ginger root still sticking out between her red bottom cheeks. Another flash picture and Cynthia was the most humiliated possible.

After corner time, Cynthia had been back over the spankers bench for 3 strokes of the cane. She had been sure the strap was the worst - it wasn't. The cane was worse than the most intense fiery pain she had ever imagined in her worst nightmares.

Once the punishment was over and the horrible ginger finally removed, Cynthia was again standing naked with her hands on her head and her red tear-stained face in front of her mother and the spanker. The spanker had told her mother that this would be the last time she could register for the children's spanking given Cynthia's age and 'development' pointedly looking at Cynthia's small breasts and light down of pubic hair. If she was to return, explained the spanker, she would have to schedule herself for a teen spanking session in the evenings.

Cynthia had been warned that the punishment she had just finished was nothing compared to a teen punishment. She would be spanked in front of several others in a teen punishment, she was told not privately like this and the spankings would include a much higher level of discomfort.

Cynthia had believed him and her behavior had been good as gold until now. Now she was on her way back to the Spanker's and she was sure it would be the worst ever.

First of all, Cynthia had grown a lot in the past year and a half. Her breasts had filled out to a firm "B" cup. Her nipples were still dark pink but they were thick now and popped out a terrible distance. Even with her thickest bra, Cynthia's nipples betrayed her almost every day by sticking out like bullets and drawing every boy's gaze directly to them. The idea that she'd have to strip once again and show the big nipples to anyone filled her eyes with tears. Also, Cynthia's pubic hair was another source of embarrassment. Most of her friends had a dark, full, curly bush of wonderfully concealing hair. Cynthia's hair had followed the silky blond locks on her head. Her pussy hair was sparse at best - not visible at worst! The pale blond hair was almost straight and really covered nothing. Cynthia's pussy lips didn't seem to care, they'd grown puffier this year and now stuck out so much that Cynthia never let them be seen in the locker - ensuring she was always facing a locker or wall when she had to quickly change.

Now, if what she had been told was true, she'd be stripped bare naked, placed with her hands again on her head to expose everything and spanked in front of numerous people until she hurt so much she didn't care what they saw. It was a nightmare of epic proportions.

Cynthia's mom was already on the phone and made the appointment for that very evening despite Cynthia's tear-filled pleas to the contrary.

Cynthia and her mom were told that the procedure was somewhat different than Cynthia's previous sessions. They were told to be at the Spanker's a half-hour early.

Cynthia cried tears of terror for the next 2 hours as she waited to be brought to her doom. She knew if she tried to run away, she'd only get punished worse but the thought of going back to that horrible place was almost more than she could bear.

Cynthia's mom laid out a simple sun-dress and under-things and told Cynthia to get showered and changed. Cynthia continued to cry in the shower. Finally, they were in the car and before she knew it, Cynthia was walking again, into the waiting room.

Unlike previous visits, there were no other children waiting in the front room. Cynthia and her mom were told to wait a few minutes as this was Cynthia's first teen punishment session. Someone would be in to walk them through the new procedure. During the five minute wait, 3 different teens were brought in, a girl of 15 from Cynthia's school and another perhaps a year older. A boy also went through the room. His face was red and his eyes showed signs of crying already as he was led in by the arm by what must have been his mom. The teens entered from the outside door and were led by their parents right through a side door that Cynthia had never been through before. None of them looked happy.

One of the regular doors opened and the man who had spanked Cynthia last came up to them. Cynthia's heart dropped. It was time. Once again, Cynthia stepped through the dreaded door and followed the man down a short corridor. There were 4 or 5 doors along the side of the corridor before it came to an end. Whenever Cynthia had been here before, she had been able to hear the muted cries of children being punished but this evening the rooms were all quiet. Several of the doors were open, showing the same layout in each. A simple armless chair in the middle of the room, a more comfortable chair across from it for the parent to observer from in comfort, a screen in the corner behind which your parent would strip you bare and the strange angled spanking table with several leather straps hanging from it. A desk in each room had several spanking implements laying on it. It took only a moment and Cynthia and her mom were being led into the last room. The spanker shut the door behind them.

They were back in the same room where Cynthia remembered being strapped and caned last and having her bottom filled with the fiery ginger root. The man directed Cynthia's mom to take her behind the screen, strip her completely naked and bring her out again.

Cynthia was sniffling as she was brought out from the screened area to where the man was sitting. Her nipples were rock hard and she was dreading the camera which would take a picture of her upper half, immortalizing the treacherous breasts forever. However, the man didn't have a camera in his hand. He did, as usual, take her hands and place them on her head. "You keep them there no matter what until you're told to take them down," he said. Cynthia was trembling as she exposed herself completely to him.

"Cynthia," explained the man. This is your first, and I hope your last, teen punishment. Your previous three visits here haven't seemed to cure you of your naughtiness and I know you expect that this evening will be worse. You're right. It will be.

"Up until now, you've been spanked in the relative privacy of this room. You've been seen only by your own mother and your designated spanker. This evening, you'll be spanked in a larger room where you'll be seen by several people.

Cynthia's eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment.

"You've had your bottom spanked and paddled and strapped and I know you've felt both a peppering and the ginger in your grove and in your bottom. This evening you'll also be both spanked and have your groove and your anus punished. If you try to resist any part of your punishment I can assure you, the punishment will instantly become much, much worse."

Cynthia was sure he was right. No matter what happened, she was committed to follow every one of his instructions. She had no idea how difficult that would be over the coming hour.

"Alright then Cynthia, we'll start as usual with a warm up spanking over my knee."

Cynthia let herself be pulled over the strong lap and a moment later the stinging clap of the spanker's hand started to rain down on her bottom. The spanking lasted, as usual, until she was in tears. The man lifter her to her feet and again, placed her hands on her head. "You keep them there," he repeated.

Now standing, he took Cynthia by the arm. "I need to go over the rest of your procedure with your mother," the spanker said. "You'll do corner time until you're told otherwise. Cynthia hated corner time. The idea of her bare naked bottom facing the room from the corner made her very embarrassed.

Cynthia expected to be led to the usual corner of the room across from the door but instead was pulled in the opposite direction. Before she could even voice an objection, the naked teen had been pulled completely outside the room and into the corridor! Being in the room at the end of the corridor, it was only a step or two to the corner at the very end of the corridor and it is there that the spanker left her.

Cynthia was mortified. What if someone came along? Who would see her? "You stay in this corner and don't move an inch," said the spanker and left her to return to the room. The door was left open as the man spoke quietly with her Mom. Cynthia was too preoccupied to even listen. Every breath of air in the corridor, every squeak from the ceilings translated to the horror that someone would see her.

After a few minutes, Cynthia's heart rate had returned to semi-normal and her tears has stopped. She was sure her bottom was red but she knew her face was beet red from embarrassment. In the room she couldn't quite make out exactly what was being explained to her mom but a couple of times she did hear her mom exclaim "Oh my, well that should teach her then." And "Oh, she'll find that very uncomfortable, I'm sure."

She had been in the corridor perhaps 10 minutes when she heard the two adults come out of the spanking room.

Her mom spoke to her briefly. "I'll be seeing you shortly, young lady," she said. "I expect you to follow all of your instructions."

The man walked her mom to the other end of the corridor. Cynthia heard the door to the waiting room open and then close and for a minute or two, there was silence. She had been left alone, bare naked, in an office corridor.

The sound of the door opening made Cynthia jump. Her heart started to race again.

The footsteps came to the end of the corridor and stopped.

"Come along Cynthia."

It was the voice of Cynthia's spanker. Her shoulders fell with relief. Whew - still no one else had seen her naked. Then she realized - come along? Come along where?!

The man took Cynthia by her raised elbow and led her down the corridor back to the door to the waiting room. Oh no, she thought - there's no way on earth she was going out into the main room! There might be dozens of people there! The door opened and to Cynthia's incredible relief, the room was completely empty.

The spanker stood Cynthia in the middle of the waiting room for a moment. The sensation was bizarre. Here she was, completely naked, completely exposed in front of this strange man in the middle of a regular office building!

The spanker stepped behind her. "This will help on this first time," he said. "Don't expect to enjoy this luxury again if you're brought back here again."

The spanker's hands reached from behind Cynthia's head to fasten a blindfold around her eyes. Now her vulnerability was complete. As soon as the blindfold was secure, she was being led again across the carpeted room.

The sound of a door again and now many sounds came to Cynthia. She could hear several voices, the moans of at least one or perhaps, two people and somewhere ahead of her a teenage girl's voice crying "ouch! Ow!"

The spanker slowly led Cynthia forward then gently turned her around. "Take one step backward," he said. Cynthia did so and felt a table touching her bottom behind her. "Lift up," she was told. Cynthia lifted herself onto the padded table. It felt like one of those massage tables, she thought.

Cynthia felt herself being pulled back until she was lying down. Her hands were taken from her head and attached with some kind of cuff around her wrist. A wide belt or strap of some kind went over her belly. Additional cuffs were attached to her mid-thigh and her ankles. There were at least 3 people attaching her, thought Cynthia. With her eyesight taken from her, Cynthia didn't even feel like she was breathing. Suddenly the straps around her thighs and ankles seemed to pull at her. They were attached to something. Cynthia felt her ankles being lifted, then her thighs pulled wide back and down. The ankles pulled up higher and then wider, then back too. The position wasn't lost on Cynthia. When the pulling stopped, she was on her back on the table with her thighs pulled down almost to the sides of her breasts and her ankles almost straight above them separated by almost 3 feet! Cynthia had never felt so exposed. She could feel the circulating air of the room touching her wide opened pussy and bottom. She knew she was showing everything.

The hands left her and, for a few moments, Cynthia was left to calm down. As if!

A few minutes later she felt a touch at her head. The blindfold was taken off. Cynthia looked around then, frantically, looked around in horror! There were many people in the room! Aside from herself, there were two other tables just like she imagined herself with the 15 year old girl she'd seen on one side and a boy on the other. They were as helplessly tied and spread as she was! To her left along the wall there were 3 other teens with their reddened bare bottoms on display and their hands clasped on their heads. On the other side were a number of chairs where the parents were sitting. There seemed to be about 7 or 8 of them including Cynthia's mom who were all observing and chatting happily amongst themselves. Cynthia's completely naked, completely spread open body was helplessly on display to everyone!

Cynthia started to cry. She had never been so humiliated. The woman spanker who had once spanked her was now at her side. "Hmmm, embarrassing isn't it," she said to the young teen. "Well, we'll try to warm the rest of you up to match your blushing cheeks."

The woman held up a tube of ointment. Cynthia's eyes grew wide. Whatever it was, it didn't bode well for her. The woman's fingers were in latex gloves like a doctor would wear. A quick squeeze of the tube and a bit of the ointment was on the tips of the woman's fingers.

"Let's see if we can't make these warm," she said with a cold smile.

The fingers reached for Cynthia's stretched-out breasts and rubbed the ointment all over the erect nipples. It took only a moment for Cynthia to realize that the ointment would get hot, very hot. "Nooooooo," she cried softly knowing there was nothing she could do.

The woman had moved down between her legs now still holding the tube. Another dab of the deep-heating rub and Cynthia feared where it was going. A moment later she knew as the fingers rubbed up one then down the other inner labial lips. The woman's free hand pulled up at Cynthia's belly tugging the hood of her clitoris from the sensitive bud. A light touch and a tiny blob of the hated lotion was on the tip of her clit. As the free hand let go, the hood of Cynthia's clitoris rubbed back down over the blob, neatly spreading it over the whole clit and trapping the deep heating effects in at the same time. Cynthia started to feel it right away.

"We're not done yet, Cynthia," said the woman. Cynthia looked down in horror at a very long peeled root of ginger. She knew it could be destined for only one place. "Oh please no..." she cried to no avail. The root disappeared from Cynthia's view before she felt it rubbing up from the middle of her lower back, along the crack, right up along the outer labia and then down the other side before centering on the young girl's tight anus. "I understand they used to use this on horses," said the woman. "It kept their tails up nicely. I'm sure it will have a similar effect on naughty young girls."

The tip of the ginger was right at Cynthia's anus now and the pushing/pulling motion of it was guaranteed to grant it access. It only took a few moments. The woman timed it well, waiting until the winking anus relaxed then plunging half the six inch root deep into the rectum. The hot object was twisted first one way, then the other to thoroughly coat the anus and rectum with its juices before being teased the rest of the way in. A carved ridge in the end of the ginger prevented it from going further.

The woman stood up and peeled of her glove. Cynthia was already squirming with the heat in her nipples, her clitoris and her anus. As the woman stepped back, Cynthia's evening instantly got a lot worse. Her original spanker was back and this time had remembered his camera.

Cynthia's eyes flew wide! Surely he wouldn't... Her thoughts didn't get much further as the flash of the camera captured her body in all its punished glory. A number of pictures were taken and Cynthia knew they showed everything. Nothing was hidden at all.

She looked over in desperation at her mom but her mom was just chuckling as she looked at the pictures being taken as someone beside her made a comment.

Once the photo taking was over, Cynthia was left for a few minutes to let the ginger and deep heating rub take effect. Those minutes were devastating as the heat built up steadily in her most private of regions. To make matters worse, the 15 year old girl beside her was now being paddled by two people at once! The sound of the paddles and her cries made Cynthia feel even more horrible. In a few moments, that would be her.

The paddling of her table neighbor stopped and now it was Cynthia's turn. With a male paddler at either side of her spread open thighs, Cynthia was being displayed again. Her spanker was back at her ear. "This is your punishment Cynthia. You should be making sure you don't come back here on a regular basis!"

With that said, the paddlers started in. First one, then the other. The paddling was fast and furious and incredibly painful. Cynthia was in tears in moments but the paddling lasted almost 10 minutes. The spankers knew their trade. By the time they were done, Cynthia skin was sizzling to the touch and fire engine red from just above her knees to the top of her buttocks. With the exaggerated spread of her legs, even the area between her buttocks had been punished. Cynthia was crying so hard she could only sob and couldn't catch her breath.

Finally the paddling stopped.

It took a good five minutes for Cynthia's breathing to return to any kind of normal sobbing and another five before her crying had settled to a more regular sob. The woman spanker was back and pulled the ginger from Cynthia's bottom. She wasn't done though and another even longer and much thicker root was pushed right back into her anus. The burning of this piece of ginger was even more acute and Cynthia's crying started right back up. Another dab of heating rub on the clitoris and then the nipples and then two spankers started detaching the teenager from the straps that had held her legs up and spread.

A few moments later, Cynthia was being helped to her feet and was standing along the far well, away from the parents. Her hands were clasped firmly above her head and her feet were directed to be placed far apart.

Twelve inches in front of her Cynthia could see a laminated card with writing on it mounted on the wall. "Memorize this and don't move," said one of the spankers. The temptation to move was severe. The burning hot sensations on and in Cynthia's most sensitive areas were making her squirm. Still, there is nothing as obedient as a well spanked girl and Cynthia did her best to read and memorize the card. On either side of her she could hear the sobs and murmuring of the other teens as they memorized their cards. To punctuate their learning, the cries and sounds of whoever was being punished next gave them incentive. It was perhaps 30 minutes before Cynthia was again taken by the elbow and turned around.

"Have you memorized your card?" asked her spanker.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Come along then," he said and led Cynthia across the room where the parents were still sitting in their comfortable chairs.

Cynthia was led right in front of them with her hands still clasped tight above her head. She was directed to spread her feet more than shoulder width apart and recite her lesson from the card.

Cynthia didn't hesitate.

"I'm a naughty little girl who has been properly punished for her bad behavior. I was spanked on the bare bottom like a little girl tonight. Naughty girls like me get spanked on the bare bottom whenever they're naughty." Cynthia hated saying the words bare bottom. It made her feel so little. She had more she had to say and she knew it would be hard to say it.

"If any of you ever see me being naughty again, you can spank me on the bare bottom until I learn my lesson. I will be obedient whenever any of you ask me to do anything. Any of you can bare me and spank me and put me in the corner like a naughty little girl to make me learn."

Cynthia looked at her mom for the next part.

"I'm really very sorry for everything I did and I promise to be a better girl in the future. I know you had me spanked on my bare bottom like a little girl to try to make me better."

"Ok Cynthia, now turn around," said her spanker. Cynthia turned to face away from the parents. Again she was told to spread her feet wide apart. "Now bend over and touch your toes," she was instructed. Cynthia didn't hesitate.

The spanker pulled her buttocks wide open making Cynthia blush deep red yet again. "The ginger continues to seep inside her rectum keeping it irritated and uncomfortable," he explained. "The effects will last another hour or so but she'll be tender there for another 24 hours or so." The spanker's fingers had been touching the end of the ginger root as he spoke, teasing the end of the root back a little deeper into her tight rectum before giving it a long twist and pulling it from her.

Reaching a little lower, the spanker spread Cynthia's outer labia apart. "You can see the outer and inner labia are also red and irritated," he said. "That's due to the deep heating ointment we've rubbed there. It's particularly irritating here, under the hood to her clitoris because the skin traps the lotion there and continues to rub it against the very sensitive nerve endings in a tiny motion. The effects of the lotion are already starting to dissipate but this area will be tender for a day or two. Excessive rubbing or teasing of the pubis or masturbation should be avoided for a couple of days."

Cynthia just closed her eyes. She couldn't believe how she was being exposed to her mom and worse, these complete strangers.

The hands were up at her buttocks now. "The paddling here covered the buttocks of course, but also between them and along the crease between buttocks and thighs. As usual there will be slight bruising here but the most lasting effect will be the irritation of the buttocks rubbing together and the tops of the thighs rubbing against the buttocks. Cynthia here will be walking tenderly for the next couple of days."

"Ok Cynthia, stand up and turn around." Cynthia did so, clasping her hands and spreading her feet submissively apart without being asked.

"Thank you Charles. Good job," said Cynthia's mom to the spanker. He thanked Cynthia's mom and then led Cynthia out of the room and back to the original spanking room where she had been stripped just under two hours ago.

Cynthia was handed her sun dress and told to dress only in it. She didn't mind. The thought of pulling panties over her sore bottom didn't seem attractive at all. She was allowed to put on her sandals then she was brought out to the waiting room where Charles parked her in a corner of the room with her nose in the corner. "Reach back and hold your dress to your waist," she was told. Cynthia obediently bared her bottom once again.

Charles left the room and, for a few minutes, Cynthia was left alone.

The door finally opened again and footsteps came to her side. "You can lower your dress young lady," said a strange male voice. "Turn around." Cynthia turned and blushed again as she realized that this was one of the other parents. She recognized him somewhat. He was the father of one of her older schoolmates who had been punished at the same time as Cynthia.

"I'll be bringing you home this evening," he said. "You'll get a morning spanking over the knee from me before you're brought home. You can think of this as a final test of good behavior before your punishment is over."

Cynthia's eyes were wide open. She couldn't think of what to say. Without another word, the man took the pantiless teen by the wrist and pulled her out of the room. The words on the card came back to her. She had promised to obey them all and to let them spank her bare bottom if she didn't.

The punishment was finally over the next morning at about 9am when Mr. Johnson returned Cynthia to her home. Cynthia had had an embarrassing evening to finish her punishment. She'd been stripped again, this time in front of Mrs. Johnson and their youngest son Eric who was a year behind Cynthia in school. She had been put in one exposing position after another blushing the entire time as the three of them examined the effects of her evening punishment. When Eric had asked about the ginger in her bottom, Mr. Johnson had placed Cynthia on all fours with her head resting on her folded hands and her wide-spread knees holding her bottom up high and spread wide. Eric had been given latex gloves and a tube of vaseline and he had spent a delighted half-hour teasing his fingers deep into her rectum. It had been perhaps the most humiliating half-hour of her life. The family's digital camera had worked overtime, recording every inch of her exposed and punished body.

The morning spanking hadn't been as painful as embarrassing as she lay over first Mr. Johnson's knee, then Mrs. Johnson's then finally Eric's. She had no idea how she would face Eric again at school.

It was a humbled and compliant young lady who Mr. Johnson returned to her mom. As Cynthia came in the house, she realized that Michael, Mr. Johnson's oldest son was waiting to be picked up. Cynthia's mom had him waiting in a corner of the foyer wearing only a long t-shirt which he was holding to his waist to display his red and very bare bottom as they arrived. He was blushing bright red when he was told to pull his shirt down and to turn around. Cynthia and Michael looked at each other a moment then looked away, too embarrassed to even exchange greetings. Cynthia had a rush of sensation below her sun dress and realized she hadn't thought of how the punishment looked to the observers. For a brief moment she imagined what it would be like to be watching Michael's punishment and that started a flash of heat deep in her belly. There would be time to explore that in the future - the not so distant future it would turn out.