I had just turned ten and my life had taken a radical turn since I was almost nine. For over a year now, corporal discipline had arrived in our home and with it, everything about how my life worked had changed.

A silly prank over a year ago had seen my bare bottom spanked by both hand and hairbrush but more to the point, it had occurred in front of and by friends of my parents. My Mom, my best friend's Mom and a woman who had become their coach in strict discipline had all taken a hand in my new behaviour modification regime.

On almost a weekly basis now, I would find myself naked in a corner of the living room or in 'table display' position on a convenient table for anyone wandering by to see. No matter how many times it happened, I never seemed to get used to the idea of having to strip in front of whoever was present and that was most often my Mom and her female friends. My bottom had experienced the sting of a hard hand, a hairbrush, a wooden spoon and a paddle which had its own new place of honor, on a hook on the back of the kitchen door.

As bad as the spankings were and as many tears that my bottom on fire caused, the embarrassment portion of my punishments were by far worse. I had been exposed completely naked in front of several of my Mom's friends who would giggle at my bare bottom and privates. The women seemed to take particular delight whenever I would sport an involuntary erection, making comments and giggling as I blushed as red as my bottom.

The worst though were the table display moments when I would be left up on the dining room or living room tables completely nude, with my head down and my bottom up. I would have to hold my buttocks wide, wide apart with both hands and an object would be left, deeply inserted in my rectum. There was no way of knowing how long I'd have to wait like that. The longest had been almost an hour.

Aside from my Mom, Mrs. Verro, my best friend's Mom and our neighbor Mrs. Chalerton who saw me like that numerous times, other women had seen me like this too There was my sister Karen of course. She was most often home and had seen me like this the most. She always seemed delighted to walk all around looking at me from inches away. She was nine now and the presence of some light hair around my crotch was particularly fascinating to her and particularly mortifying to me. A couple of my Mom's other friends had been around as I was punished too and while they seemed surprised at first at how I was punished, there was no doubt they found it fascinating.

By far the person I wished least to see me punished was Emily Chalerton. She had been there the first time I was spanked and displayed and had seen me punished at least six times since, each time when I was completely exposed. Emily was sixteen now and absolutely beautiful. I guess I had a boyhood crush on her. Emily often babysat for us now. She was always a little bolder than anyone else about my punishments and had during table display had sometimes teased the candle in and out of my bottom until my cock erected to her satisfaction. It was an aspect of punishment that I despised but was somehow kind of addicted to. She too was fascinated and my newfound pubic hair and with the slowly increasing size of my young cock.

It had turned into a bright spring Saturday and my tenth birthday was over a month behind me, when my Dad suddenly announced that the two of us were taking a walk. He had that tone that sometimes means I'm in trouble and I immediately got worried. As we left the house I gathered enough courage to ask him if I had done something wrong.

"Not you, not this time," was his answer. "In fact Robbie, your behavior has improved in the last few weeks which is partly why we're taking this walk."

I stood a little taller with pride. It was true it had been almost two weeks since my last spanking and that had been pretty minor comparatively speaking.

We were making our way down the street now and I wondered if we were actually heading somewhere. My Dad was chit chatting about my school work and whether I would try out for baseball again this summer, when we suddenly turned into the driveway of the Chalerton house. I looked up at my dad questioningly.

"It's a part of your education," he smiled at me with a little wink.

I had no idea what he meant as he rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Chalerton appeared and again I wondered for a moment if I'd be over her knee as I had been numerous times in the past 18 months.

"Come in gentlemen," she smiled. "Bob is in the den."

I must have looked confused, wondering what was going on but followed my Dad dutifully down the stairs to the den.

The sight that met me there has stayed with me all of my life as vividly as though it happened yesterday.

Emily was in the room and facing away from me. In fact, I knew instinctively that it was Emily because her face was not immediately visible. What was visible was a very naked, young teenager up on the table in the middle of the den. She was in the same classic table display position that I knew oh, so well. Her knees were wide, wide apart and her ankles fell over the edge of the table toward us. Her head was down and back arched. The effect was to leave her beautiful bare bottom as the highest part of her body. That bare bottom had clearly just been spanked as it was beat red with the marks from a paddle or brush still evident across her buttocks.

Emily's hands were behind her holding her bottom wide apart to further spread herself open. Between her thighs was a bare pussy. It wasn't the first I'd seen. I'd seen my younger sister Karen in this position but this was different, Emily was grown up and wasn't my sister at all. Emily's pussy was, well, it was beautiful. The pink lips were spread wide open, due, I'm sure to the tension from her hands. They had absolutely no hair at all. Even my much younger genitals had some little brown curls but Emily was bare, completely bare. As my eyes crept upward from this remarkable site, I could see that she too had something buried in her bottom. The portion I could see made it clear it wasn't a candle. It was a plastic object of some kind and rippled or ridged in some way. Emily's anus was stretched around the plastic which was slightly thicker than the candles that I mostly experienced. The sheen of lubricant followed where her pink anal ring was stretched around the object just as it must look with me.

I had been standing absolutely silent with my jaw hanging open when Mr. Chalerton chuckled. "Careful there Robbie, you're going to catch flies with that open mouth," he said.

"Oh my God, please Daddy, no..." whimpered Emily. The embarrassment of knowing I could see her must have been acute.

"You be quiet there little missy," Mr Chalteron snapped. "Unless you'd like me to start over."

No Sir," she said in almost a whisper.

My dad was moving further into the room and I followed as though still in a blur. As I slowly moved around to Emily's side, I could see for the first time, her bare breasts. They were tight, athletic and capped by a dark pink nipple that seemed very long and very hard.

Emily's face was turned towards me too and I could see she'd been crying and was already red-faced from the humiliation of being exposed to me and my Dad.

"You're just in time," said Mr. Chalerton. "Emily's being punished for smoking if you can believe it. I was just about to give her some hot sauce.

"Oh no!" Emily cried and then burst into a fresh bout tears.

"Oh yes," her father declared and moved back behind the teenager.

My father went with him and motioned me to join him. Mr. Chalerton reached up to grasp the pink plastic object in Emily's bottom. He twisted it back and forth a couple of times which I could see made Emily squirm.

With some pressure he pulled upwards and the pink object started to emerge. With a popping motion, a much wider part of the object popped up from Emily's stretched anus. Emily let out a little squeak.

There was still more of it inside of her.

Some more pressure and another wide part popped out. I could see it now, the object was like a series of plastic balls on a thick plastic pipe. Each ball had been pushed into her. The second ball seemed a tiny bit smaller than the first. A third one popped loose which seemed a tiny bit smaller again and I started to wonder how many had been in there?

The three balls now released from Emily's bottom totaled maybe four inches in all but there was more still held by her tight, slippery anus. Mr. Chalerton pulled and a fourth ball popped loose and then a fifth. At each ball, Emily would gasp or squeak as the thickest part popped out of her. With a little tug, Emily's anus stretched wide for a sixth time and the final and smallest ball popped loose. Emily's back arched a little more as she relaxed with the object now out of her. For a moment Emily's wide-stretched anus yawed open, a dark tunnel to deep insider her body. The tired sphincter muscle finally pulled itself back together closing the opening and becoming crinkled again, still covered with the remnants of the Vaseline that I knew so well.

Mr. Calverton's right hand was covered in a latex glove now and he reached for an unmarked jar of something.

"This always gets a good reaction Jim," he explained to my father.

Emily started crying again a little louder. She seemed to know what was coming.

Mr. Chalerton reached into the jar with his glove-covered hand and scooped up a large dollop of some kind of jelly onto his fingers.

"It's a mixture I refined over time," he said to my dad as he slathered the pale jelly all over the multi-ridged pink plastic device. "We start with clear petroleum jelly, blend in some jalapeno and then some pepper juice. A good shake of hot ground pepper and a bit of fresh ground ginger provides additional friction and irritation. The effects are almost instant and some of the heat it generates will still be with her a few hours from now. Of course, the memory of embarrassment of being exposed like adds to the overall effectiveness of the punishment."

He might just as well been talking about fly fishing. The conversation was bizarrely matter-of-fact and between the two men. I watched silently, standing right beside my dad.

"Now," he said. Emily whimpered as he put one hand over one of hers still holding her buttocks wide apart. "We started with the multi-ridge plug about 30 minutes ago. Doing that serves a couple of purposes. First of all, it starts to slightly irritate the anus and the rectum which will make the ointment more immediately effective. Also, her anus has been held open by the neck of the plug for a half-hour and it's tired of resisting. She knows what's coming, of course but no matter how much she clenches her bottom hole it's weak enough now that she won't be able to resist the plug's return."

"Looks very effective, Bob," my father offered with a grin to his friend.

"Ok Emily," Mr. Chalerton said to his daughter. "Why are you being punished?"

"For smoking, Sir," she said miserably.

"Correct. Are you ready for your hot bottom now?"

"Oh God," she whimpered. "Yes, Sir."

"Spread 'em wide," she was instructed.

Emily pulled at her buttocks, spreading the vulnerable anus even further for the punishment to come.

Mr. Chalerton brought the tip of the plug with the smallest of the six balls to her anus and grasped the plug by the small round ball.

With a firm push, the first ball touched her anus and then pushed through her sphincter, stretching it wide and popping through.

For a moment, he didn't move, pausing as though waiting for something. He was holding the plug by the second ball now as he turned his head towards my Dad. It was a long pause, perhaps 10 or 15 seconds before Emily reacted.

Suddenly she gasped a big gulp of air. "Oh God, Oh God. No! Oh God. Daddy, it burns! Please, please pull it out!"

With a grim smile, Mr. Chalerton turned back to his daughter's upturned bottom. Her hands were pulling more frantically at her buttocks now, stretching her anus and her bare pussy lips impossibly wide.

I suddenly realized I was sporting an incredible erection. With another firm push, the second ball now pushed inside, stretching her anus still wider and delivering more of the terrible ointment further up Emily's sensitive rectum.

She was sobbing now, begging her dad to stop. Everyone in the room knew he wouldn't.

The third and a thicker ball was now at her anus and a firm push made it disappear into the stretched bottom hole. Another push and the fourth ball was in.

Mr. Chalerton stopped for a moment and stepped back. Emily was frantic now, writhing with the burning sensation deep inside her body. We all looked as she thrust her bottom back and then forth as though the movement might give her some relief.

Stepping forward, Mr. Chalerton took hold of the plug again and rotated it several times all around. "It helps coat the now highly irritated rectum with more of the ointment," he explained to us as a fresh bout of cries burst from his daughter.

The fifth ball was now being pushed in but once it was, Mr. Chalerton pulled and pulled it out again much to Emily's consternation. He pushed and the ball again spread her tightly stretched anus smooth. Three more times the ball was pulled out and reinserted until finally, the sixth and final ball was pushed into place leaving a four or five inch handle protruding from the abused hole. Emily was now just as we'd seen her originally but obviously in a lot more discomfort.

All in all, there was more than six inches of plastic buried inside Emily's rectum. I couldn't help imagine what it must feel like. The candle that I most often experienced in my own bottom was only as thick as my thumb, much thinner than what Emily was experiencing now and it was always coated just with Vaseline. What she was going through was beyond anything I would have ever imagined.

Emily was squirming all over now and I saw my father move forward. Mr. Chalerton was handing him a short paddle. With my dad on one side and Mr. Chalerton on the other, they took up positions.

"Hands under your head," Emily was told.

She moved them slowly. As soon as she had firmly clasped them under her head, the paddling started. It was fast and furious. Each father taking charge of a still reddened buttock from her earlier hand-spanking, delivered alternating blows from the paddles. It didn't last long, but it was blistering and Emily was beside herself sobbing from the pain in her buttocks and the still stinging heat around her anus and deep inside her rectum.

In a couple of minutes it was over and both men stepped back.

"Alright Emily," said her dad. "Your just about done for now. Stepping back behind her, Mr. Chalerton pulled the long rectal plug slowly out, ball-by-ball with Emily crying pretty much constantly.

Finally it was out and I though that would be it but Mr. Chalerton had one more trick up his sleeve.

The jar of irritating punishment ointment was still open and with his still gloved hand, he reached one finger in to put a tiny dab on his index finger.

Reaching between her legs he reached up and slid that ointment right at the top corner of her vagina. It was right over her clitoris I would learn later.

"Oh. My God!" she cried. "Daddy, please, please, Oh my God!"

Mr. Chalerton pulled Emily to her feet. The ointment hadn't quite taken effect yet.

"Turn and face us Emily," her father said.

Emily turned around slowly. There she was, the most beautiful girl I had ever met, nude in front of us. Her hands had naturally dropped with one covering her breasts, the other to cover her bare pubis.

There was a pause.

Suddenly the ointment took hold and Emily let out a little shriek. "Oooooo!" she cried. "Oh my God Daddy! It's burning meeeee!"

Mr. Chalerton's look was grim. "Place your hands on your head young lady," he said in a firm voice.

Emily was obviously well trained as she immediately raised her hands to clasp them firmly over her head. She couldn't look me in the eye but her face was beet red from both the spanking and embarrassment. It was a full frontal view and it burned on my permanent memory forever. In a spasm I gasped as I felt my hard cock explode. The front of my shorts was suddenly soaking wet and hot. I had just experienced my first ejaculation.

"Into the corner with you, young lady," Mr. Chalerton directed pointing to an empty corner that I guessed Emily knew quite well. Crying again and squirming her thighs together against the burning sensation on the most sensitive part of her body, Emily went to the corner and pressed her nose right into the corner.

As we left, the last image I had was Emily's stunning bare buttocks, deep red and separated by the pink plastic handle of the plug still embedded deep in her body.

My dad led me upstairs where Mrs. Chalerton was still in the kitchen. "Ah, all done down there?" she asked.

"Pretty much," my father replied. "She's doing corner time for awhile."

"Good. Hopefully she won't forget this lesson for awhile. I just can't believe she was smoking."

"No, I'm sure this lesson will be one for the memory books," my father answered.

"Excellent," said Mrs. Chalerton. "Robbie, I've got something for you which you can bring to your mother for me."

"Yes Ma'am," I said.

Mrs. Chalerton handed me a plastic bag which, to my horror, had a duplicate of the pink multi-ridged plug that was deep in Emily's bottom downstairs. With the other hand, she handed me a jar which looked like it was filled with the same horrible jelly that was used in Emily's punishment.

"Let's go Robbie," my father said and a moment later, we were on our way home. I'd realize my worst fears over the next few days as the 'gifts' from Mrs. Chalerton would start to play a part in my own punishments.