My Sister caught me rubbing my birdie. The darn thing made a mess as she grabbed it. It got all over her hand. She was furious. I knew deserved to be punished because I’m not supposed to rub my bird. She took me to Mother and showed her how I gushed all over her hand.

Mother made me wash my birdie while my Sisters watched. They used their phones to video my birdie washing. I dipped it in the plastic basin and Mother gave me foaming hand soap. I pumped the foaming soap on my bird until it was covered in bubbles. Mother said what I did was filthy and she wanted my bird clean.

I washed it and washed it. It got hard again. My Sisters both said it was disgusting to see that my bird was sticking up in the air. I poured hot water over it to rinse it clean. Mother dried my birdie and inspected it.

Then she put my hands behind my back and strapped them tight with the Velcro strap. My Sister went and got the new paddle she just bought. Mother let her be the first one to use it on my bare bottom. It really hurts. My bottom is still stinging. She put me over her knee, held me in place by my balls and then gave me fifty swats for punishment for my bird shooting gooey stuff all over her hand.

Then Mother put me over her knee and held me by my balls. I was punished with fifty more swats. Mother asked me if I needed more. I was crying and I said yes Mother please punish me more. Mother asked if another ten swats would be good. I begged for another ten swats. After that Mother asked if I would be a good boy. I promised I would.

My Sister said I deserved more for having my bird sticking up in the air without permission. Mother said to give me another fifteen swats for that. My Sister hit hard and I cried and begged and promised to be good.

I was told to stand in the middle of the room until my birdie went down and got soft again. My Sister said I should be put on medicine to keep it soft. Mother is going to ask the nurse next door about medicine to stop it getting hard.

I had to apologize to my Sisters and Mother for my behavior. My bottom is red and sore. Now I have to go write in my journal about my behavior. I also have to write an apology letter to my Sister. I have to write 100 times: I will not abuse my birdie ever again.

I hope my Sisters don’t show the video to their friends. I know they will show it to the nurse next door. I hope I can be a better boy and behave. I hope my birdie will behave. My bird gets hard too often. My bottom is sore and red.
Birdieboy