Oh, don’t I know this feeling!
Once my stepdad starting spanking me on my bare bottom when I was a teenager in front of family and guests, privacy was no longer something I was entitled to. That meant if my younger brother was instructed to see if I was ready to go somewhere – whoosh! The door would open without warning. Sometimes right along with his friends or our younger male cousins.
And too often my swearing and slamming the door in his face would merely lead to me being fully undressed as soon as I got downstairs for a humiliating spanking over my stepdad’s lap.