It seems surprising to me now, but for all my interest in the concept of spanking in my pre-teen years, there's one thing that I never really thought much about - my butt. That changed when I was in middle school, specifically in the summer between 7th and 8th grades. There was this kid my age, Tommy Tisdale (not his real name; pretty much all the names in this blog will be made up), who was always at the municipal swimming pool where I went almost every day. I knew him from school, though not very well. That summer he really made himself a pain in the ass, though, by teasing me about mine He seemed to follow me around the whole pool complex just so he could tell me how big my butt was. Then he'd laugh, and try to flick my backside with his towel. If he managed to connect, he'd say how easy it was, because the target was so huge.
When I studied the evidence, comparing my behind to those of my friends, I found myself acknowledging that he had a point. My butt wasn't really enormous, but given how scrawny I was, my buttocks were disproportionate. It wasn't even from growing into a womanly figure, as I wouldn't "develop" until my second year of high school. I just had a big butt. And boy did Tommy let me know it, that whole summer and the entire following school year.
This all happened at a very inopportune time for me. I wasn't popular. I wasn't particularly pretty. I wore dorky glasses. My family was poor for a few years, while my father was unemployed and then underemployed, which meant that I couldn't replace those dorky glasses, and had to wear a lot of cheap and second-hand clothes. I tried to dress to cover up my over-sized bottom, but not knowing what I was doing, I succeeded primarily in making myself look even worse. And through it all, I got teased by Tommy about my big butt. It did wonders for my ego.
I realize now that, more likely than not, his teasing was his juvenile way of getting my attention because be liked me. That's sure not how it felt at the time, however.
My butt never got any smaller. Even when I stopped being completely flat-chested, I ended up with so little "up top" that my bottom continued to be something of concern (to me) for years. It wasn't until I started connecting to people in the spanko community that I realized I had an asset that might be appreciated. No, my butt never got any smaller, but now I love it.
When I studied the evidence, comparing my behind to those of my friends, I found myself acknowledging that he had a point. My butt wasn't really enormous, but given how scrawny I was, my buttocks were disproportionate. It wasn't even from growing into a womanly figure, as I wouldn't "develop" until my second year of high school. I just had a big butt. And boy did Tommy let me know it, that whole summer and the entire following school year.
This all happened at a very inopportune time for me. I wasn't popular. I wasn't particularly pretty. I wore dorky glasses. My family was poor for a few years, while my father was unemployed and then underemployed, which meant that I couldn't replace those dorky glasses, and had to wear a lot of cheap and second-hand clothes. I tried to dress to cover up my over-sized bottom, but not knowing what I was doing, I succeeded primarily in making myself look even worse. And through it all, I got teased by Tommy about my big butt. It did wonders for my ego.
I realize now that, more likely than not, his teasing was his juvenile way of getting my attention because be liked me. That's sure not how it felt at the time, however.
My butt never got any smaller. Even when I stopped being completely flat-chested, I ended up with so little "up top" that my bottom continued to be something of concern (to me) for years. It wasn't until I started connecting to people in the spanko community that I realized I had an asset that might be appreciated. No, my butt never got any smaller, but now I love it.