Archive for ‘Other Punishments’

May 22nd, 2019

Memories of India

I guess I am one of the older readers of this site having been born in 1946, but I look forward to another reader disproving me. I am a sprightly pensioner who remains active and still enjoys mild spankings from my Edward. I also continue to be fascinated by space exploration, having lived through the exciting exploits of Sputnik, the Apollo missions, the first man on the moon, the international space station, Mars exploration and now the Chinese landing on the dark side of the moon. However, I thought I would comment on the realities of corporal punishment as I have lots of experience, some of which matches the fictional stories made by contributors to the sister fiction website.

I was born in India just nine months after my father came back from the war in Burma and elsewhere in SE Asia. He had a very good job as the British Raj came to an end, but had the good fortune to be asked to stay on for some years. We loved India and the lovely people but his job meant that he was away often and for prolonged periods. When I was a teenager, my mother would accompany him on his trips and they engaged a Governess (Miss D) to keep a watchful eye on me. I probably needed that as I was a tomboy and enjoyed going around the district with friends.
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May 22nd, 2019

A girl’s birthday spanking

When I was 15, I had a sleepover with some of my friends for my birthday. My folks put us in the basement in sleeping bags which was great fun. When we had gotten into our pajamas, one of my friends asked me if I’d had a good birthday. When I said I had and it was lovely she told me that a good birthday needed a good birthday spanking to complete it.

With the help of the other friends, she got me over her knee and spanked me 15 times very firmly on my cute little butt, plus the ‘one to grow on’. It stung like anything and made me yelp and squeal. But then all the others wanted to give me spankings too, so by the time they finished I had a red hot bottom.

They all laughed as I hopped around rubbing myself.

I told them to wait till it was their birthdays.

I think we all got birthday spankings that year, with the birthday girl sleeping on her tummy and squirming around in church next morning. It was all great fun – if it wasn’t your birthday.

Kr

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May 15th, 2019

Home spanking memories

I am the oldest of four, with a sister two years younger, and brothers five and eight years younger. Though my parents were, and are, progressives, when it came to child-rearing, they were decidedly old-fashioned. They had very clear rules and expectations, and spanking was the first response consequence if we broke them. All of us were spanked into our mid-teens.

By the time the older of the two boys was born, mom had stepped aside from her classroom teacher career and was a full-time stay-at-home mother. I would estimate that 90 percent of the spankings at home came from her. She oversaw the day-to-day running of the house and also closely monitored our behavior at school. A note from a teacher, a detention or some other disciplinary incident at school would guarantee us a paddling at home. The former teacher always gave the current teacher the benefit of the doubt.

She followed an elaborate procedure that included corner time before and after, a lengthy lecture, fetching implements and making us count the swats out loud. From the time we were sent upstairs to wait until we were released from the corner after, as much as an hour could have gone by. The whole process was designed to be a hassle, an ordeal we would not want to experience again.
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May 13th, 2019

Teenage spanking

When we were mid-teens, I was playing table tennis with my boy cousin who is a year or so older than me. We were (and still are) great friends and there was really something between us. I loved him dearly and he treated me somewhat between a girlfriend and a sister.

Anyway, the ball went under the table and as my cousin bent down to pick it up, I swatted him on the butt with my bat.

“Ow!” he said. “Stop it!” as the ball went a bit further under the table.

He bent down again to pick the ball up and I couldn’t resist giving him another right good swat on his cute bum. Unfortunately, he also banged his head on the table as he jumped.

“Ow! You brat!” he yelled, jumping up.

The result of course was predictable! He grabbed me, took the bat out my hand and led me over to a chair.

I squealed, “No! No!” but over his knee I went.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” I yelled. The bat was hard! It stung!

Spank! Spank! Spank!

“Oweeee!” I yelled as he let me up.

I got up clutching a stinging butt, which was now a good deal warmer than it had been!

“Rat!” I said.

“Now let me get that ball,” he said, “unless you want another paddling.”
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May 6th, 2019

Fatherly discipline

We were at the pool one day when the girls were younger when I remembered I’d left something in the car that I needed. I made sure I had my ticket on me and went out to the parking lot when I heard a kid yelling. I went round and just down from my car I saw the back door of another car open and a couple of legs sticking out and kicking vigorously. It was quite obvious that the owner of the legs was being very well spanked.

The spanking, together with the kicking and yelling, continued for a short time, after which a young teenage girl in a swimsuit got up and jumped around holding her bottom.

Then, who I assumed to be her father got out the back of the car. He wagged a finger at the girl who was by this time tearily rubbing her butt and said: “Now, Mary-Anne. Don’t you ever speak to your mommy like that again!”

“Yes Daddy!” gulped the girl through her tears, frantically trying to rub the sting out of her butt.

The dad then put his arms round the girl to comfort her: “Now when we get back you say sorry to Mommy, is that understood?”
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April 30th, 2019

A boy’s domestic punishment

This is a spanking recollection that I did not witness and only heard about after the fact. It involved the older of my two younger brothers, who was around 13 at the time. When this incident took place, I was already married and out of the house, but my sister Cara, who was around 16 then, was there and witnessed it. I asked her to share her recollections of an episode she says was both memorable and surreal.

Spankings in our house were not uncommon. Both my folks believed in their effectiveness and all of us got them into our mid-teens, mainly from mom, but sometimes from dad, who only used the strap when he did spank, and that was an experience to be avoided!

We had a set of cousins, the children of mom’s sister, and like us, they were also subject to spankings, always from their mother. My aunt and uncle raised six kids: Judi, was my sister’s age, followed by fraternal twins, Jackson and Jordan, who are around my age, then Julia, a year younger, and Jason, a year younger than Julia and around the same age as the older of my two younger brothers. My aunt and uncle later adopted a boy from Vietnam, Jeremiah, who is about 5 years younger than Jason.
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April 30th, 2019

Two girls spanked

When my cousin and I stayed with my granny during our first year at college, we thought we could come in any time we liked after partying. Granny, however, had other ideas, as she made abundantly clear to us with the help of the same paddle she had used on our moms. She may have been getting on in years but she still had a pretty strong right arm.

The two sophisticated young ladies were soon reduced to bawling little girls as we went over her knee one after the other for a good walloping with the paddle. Even with the passing of the years, Granny had not lost her touch when it came to spanking naughty girls! We went to bed much chastened with bottoms that were on fire and in danger of scorching the bedsheets.

The next day, granny told us she was having some nice young people round that evening for us to meet. I didn’t want to meet them and was really mad with her for spanking me, especially as I could feel the after-effects of the spanking in my butt when I sat down in church that morning. So, just to annoy her, I put on a real short skirt, much to granny’s disapproval.
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April 24th, 2019

Family spankings

I grew up in the 1980s and 1990s, and while spanking was, I think, still in common practice in my neighborhood, it had already gotten a certain stigma attached to it, mainly from well-intentioned liberals who could not differentiate between abuse and discipline that came from a loving place. My folks were, and are, progressive liberals with strong social consciences, but they also are very old-fashioned in their beliefs on raising kids.

All of us, I am the oldest of four, with a younger sister and two younger brothers, were spanked into our mid-teens. To be clear, our parents were heavily involved in our lives and provided, sometimes at great sacrifice from them, all that we could ask, both materially and emotionally. We were always cared for and knew that we were loved. Equally, they were clear on expectations and consequences, and there was no ambiguity or inconsistency in either.

As I said, the stigma attached to parental spanking meant that it was not discussed in the open and never outside the family. I often felt like I was the only teen in the world who was still getting her bare bottom spanked, and that often felt very lonely and isolating. It was comforting, at least, that I had a set of cousins, the children of my mom’s sister, who also grew up in a spanking household and whose parents shared the same views on it as my parents did.
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April 24th, 2019

American holiday spankings

When I was about 16 my parents took me and my two younger sisters to visit our cousins in America. Transatlantic crossings were not as plentiful as today but my father managed to wangle some tickets for us all via his business interests. The idea was that part of the time we should stay with our aunt and uncle (and our cousins) for a week while mum and dad attended a business conference. Then mum and dad would join us for the rest of the time.

When we got there we were delighted to see our cousins, two girls of nearly our age and a younger boy. Aunt and uncle informed us we will be staying in a chalet next to a lake where we could swim, which seemed great as the weather was lovely. So mum and dad set off for the business conference while we went to the chalet with aunt and uncle and cousins.

We had a great time and met some boys who were staying nearby. It was fun, although very innocent by today’s standards. However, on about the third day the boys invited us to come for a midnight swim. This seemed to my older cousin and me too good an opportunity to miss, but of course our younger sisters wanted to come in on it too. We left out our boy cousin as he was sleeping with his parents anyway. So that night after aunt and uncle were asleep, we five girls slipped out in our bikinis at midnight to meet the boys for a midnight swim.
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April 18th, 2019

Spankings with a switch

I grew up in the 1980s, so spanking was still pretty common. My father was the disciplinarian in the family and was often quick to jump right to spanking when my sister or I got in trouble. From around age 4 till I was about 11, if spanked he would likely use his hand or a belt, but occasionally it would be a switch. From age 11 till my last at age 14 it was more often a belt, occasionally his hand, and again occasionally the switch.

When he would use a switch, which was probably about 5 or 6 times growing up for me, he would normally get it himself and most times if the switch was chosen it was because we were camping or otherwise doing an outside event like fishing. He did occasional choose the switch when at home if he was mad enough. I feel as though the switchings at home were a little worse because he picked them from a bush which seemed to produce a worse sting than one chosen from whichever tree might be nearby.

On a couple occasions, I was told to get the switch myself. I remember camping one weekend when I was 9 and I had talked back and disobeyed one too many times. My dad and I were both sitting at the picnic table and he pulled out his pocket-knife and told me to go cut a switch off one of the trees behind us. I didn’t want to do this, but at the same time I was too afraid to not obey.
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