I’d like to relate my spanking experience.

This happened when I was about 7 or 8 years old, so it would have been about 1966 or so.  I live in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. We lived in a mostly German neighborhood filled with wonderful people. I had a friend I hung around with all the time. His name was Robert; his family was very German as was mine, but they spoke it around the house all the time, unlike mine.

Robert and I liked getting into all kinds of mischief. We especially enjoyed teasing his grandfather, who they called grandfather, not by a name. He was very old, even to someone 7 or 8. He must have been in his 80’s or so. He moved very slow, and I do mean slow. We would tease him and stick our tongues out and then run away, so we were very naughty and we did this for sometime.

Well, of course Robert’s parents eventually found out about this, and one day I was over at their house and Robert’s father slapped me across the face and I was in disbelief. Robert had told me what happened; his parents found out about the teasing, and this was my punishment. I never asked Robert what happened to him. Don’t ask me why. I still don’t know why I didn’t ask him what they did to him.

Well they didn’t tell my parents what had happened. I don’t know why that is either. Maybe because his father slapped me but I’m not sure. I began feeling very guilty at what had happened with grandfather, and I want to preface this with I had never been spanked before in my life. I had got a smack in the head but never spanked.

So, I was feeling guilty about what had happened, and so I approached Robert’s mother, Mrs K, when Robert was in another room.

I said: “Mrs K, can I ask you something?”

In her thick German accent, she said: “Yes.”

I said: “I still feel guilty about what happened with grandfather and I think I should be punished, not really having in mind what kind of punishment I should get.”

She said: “Well Randy, you will have to talk to your parents about that. That’s their responsibility, not ours.”

I said: “I understand, Mrs K, but my parents aren’t going to do anything.”

My parents weren’t lax or anything, I had just not gotten into any serious trouble up to this point.

I continued. “I was hoping you would punish me and that we could keep it just between you and me?”

Well she thought for a second and said: “How do you think you should be punished, Randy?”

I said: “I don’t know, I guess what would be fair is to get the same punishment that Robert got.”

Of course, I did not know what happened to Robert.

She thought for a second and said: “Alright, but this has to stay between just you and me.”

I said: “Yes, of course.”

She called Robert in and asked him to go to the store for her.

Robert turned to me and said: “Let’s go.”

Mrs K said: “No, Randy is staying here with me. You just go.”

So, as Robert was heading out the door, Mrs K locked the door behind him. I, of course, was wondering what I had gotten myself into, but I was determined to go on. Mrs K came and took me by the hand and led me to the dining room.

They had a nice dining room set. It was set next to some built-in-the-wall china cabinets with a mirror above. Mrs K pulled out a chair, one of the dining room chairs with no arms on it.

She sat down and pulled me next to her and said: “Now, you know, Randy, you don’t have to do this. You can still change your mind. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I said I should be punished just like Robert was.

She said: “Okay, well Robert was spanked. Are you sure you still want the same thing?”

I just nodded my head, not realizing what was going to happen.

She said: “Alright.”

Then she leaned down and unsnapped and unzipped my pants. I think I was wearing jeans at the time, if I remember correctly. Then she lifted me up and guided me over her lap. As she was getting me settled, I looked to my right, and I could see my reflection in the built-in china cabinets.

The next thing I know, she was pulling down my pants and underpants all at once. I can see my bare bum sticking in the air now, and I see her raise her hand, and start spanking very quickly and sharply. The sting was bad right away, and as I looked at my bum in the mirror I could see it getting redder and redder. It didn’t take long for me to start bawling, of course, and Mrs K kept right on spanking me. Her hand was going up and down up and down. I don’t know how long I was over her lap but it seemed like forever. In actual time, it was maybe 3 or 4 minutes.

Eventually she stopped. I just lay there sobbing and Mrs K rubbed my bottom saying: “There, there, it’s alright now.”

So she stood me up and helped me get my pants and underpants up. She gave me a hug and asked how I was.

I said: “Alright,” while I wiped away the tears.

Mrs K and I never spoke of this again, and Robert and I stayed friends. She never spanked me again, but it was my first spanking and one to remember.


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