Elizabeth spanks Shamie for a long, long time

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. 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.