Hate is a strong word. At even its strictest standard, Shamie hated everything about his place in life. He hated how loud all the girls shouting in his ears and at his ass were. He hated that they thought it was so funny to yell at his behind from behind. How they found it funny how he was being spanked. And that he was getting spanked. He hated that he understood how they thought it was funny. Afterall, he blamed them for peeing in his bed, and the situation was all entirely absurd. He was positioned in a funny way, getting spanked by one sister while another rubbed his face with a diaper, and besides, they found it funny that he was getting spanked in the first place. It was funnier still that everyone at the party could see this. He hated the timing, that this was duringba party when everyone was keeping his family company. He hated that his butt was shaking and red and that he couldn't stop himself from crying out. He hated the sound of his sister's palm slapping his butt. He hated the thud and the sting and the way his butt compressed and shook. He hated how his penis was so very little, and that everyone could see that it was small and in full view of everyone. Most of all, he hated how had it hurt.
He hated the pain in his butt more than everything else, and that's saying something, because he hated everything else at that moment very much.
"Put the diaper under him! Heheehe" Elizabeth jested as Hazel obliged and tucked it under Shamie's hips on top of Elizabeth's lap.
Hoping that he was going to pass out or even die, Shamie was bewildered at how much pain scorched both halves of his ass. His sisters knew that passing out due to pain was never something so simple as a particularly harsh spanking. Each girl felt good in her breasts, adoring the sight of this naughty little boy getting spanked in such a funny way. These 3 girls would slap his ass until their hands were too sore to spank him with any longer and then paddle him. Hazel lurched over him, smiling down at his misery before fetching a small wooden paddle.
"No! No! No! Ohhhhoh!" Shamie shouted and whined as his ass was smacked left and right. Finally Elizabeth tired and let Hazel take her place.
"Hehe! Yes! Shamie."
"Waaa! Waahhhaaagghh! Huahrrrwww!" Shamie sobbed as he looked at the paddle through blurry clouds of his crying. Hazel handed it to Helen before sitting next to her and using her turn to slap her brother's butt.
Hazel immediately began slapping her brother's ass just as Elizabeth had. She kept eye contact the whole time, occassionally glancing down at his butt and smiling at the room.
She kept on as long as she could, much like her sisters before her, but while that was a very long time- and longer still in Shamie's mind- it wasn't as drawn out as her sisters. She was more athletic than Helen in some ways and just as giddy to spank her naughty bratty little brother, but her palms hurt too much to continue spanking him as they had. It was still an agonizing, humiliating experience for Shamie, getting spanked by a petite girl in front of everyone.
"Your butt is so red, Shamie! I'm having so much fun. Your penis is a tiny little thing, and it's just flying everywhere the way you keep struggling around, hehehe! Aww it's smaller than the end of my pinky finger~~"
"Please, please Hazel! Oh stop! You're really killing me! It hurts so bad! Oww! Ahaoww! Oh!"
She of course ignored his pathetic pleading, knowing that he was in no real danger and kept spanking him.
His sisters all had taken turns spanking him in various ways, diaper position, otk, and most mortifyingly, when he was folded like a frog! That had given their arms the berth to slap with such force to start the serious ordeal, and now every tap on his butt was agony. They could pinch with all their fingers and pull his butt in several directions at once, making him cry higher and higher.