Archive for ‘Other Punishments’

January 8th, 2019

A leather strap is introduced into the family

Whilst all three of us were spanked at home by our mother, I often thought that I was spanked the hardest. I was the eldest and only boy, my middle sister was rather studious and hence rarely got in to trouble, and my youngest sister was regarded as the family ‘baby’, so was treated leniently in my view.

My mother had also taken to use the odd implement with me (sandal and back of hairbrush) which she never used on my sisters. We lived in a semi-rural location and my mother had managed to acquire a thick piece of leather from somewhere. It wasn’t a belt, but I suspect part of an old carriage harness. It was not very wide but much thicker leather than on a belt, and about 2 feet long, and heavy. She kept it coiled up in a drawer in the back utility room. It must have worked as a deterrent as I only received it once. I had taken some extra money from her purse, but was caught red-handed.

There was no lecture; I was just told to go through to the lounge. I waited there feeling utterly ashamed when she burst in with the leather strip still coiled in her hand.
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January 8th, 2019

A boy sees a girl being spanked

Back in the 1970s and 1980s we used to visit and occasionally go on holiday with another family; my mother went to school with their mother. They had two children a boy (Sam) who was the same age as me and an older daughter (Laura) she was 5 years older. They moved away so we only saw them during holidays or when we visited each other.

During summer holidays I would visit Sam or Sam would visit me, usually spending the 6 weeks at one or other’s houses.

If we misbehaved either my mother or his mother would dish out a punishment; when younger slapped legs or across the seat of our PJs. His sister usually had the same treatment in private as she became older, when younger in front of us both.

I paid little attention to Laura. She was an annoying girl, until one summer she was 16 years old, looked great in jeans, and she would sun bath in the back garden. She now would shut her bedroom door or lock the bathroom door.

The following summer Sam came to my house, so I did not see his sister.

The following year, 1977, silver jubilee year, I visited Sam. His sister was now 18 years old, very grown up, and she spoke to me, her figure and looks had improved, she had just done her A levels, awaiting to go to university to study medicine.
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January 3rd, 2019

Family spankings

Only my mother physically punished me and my two younger sisters at home, and never severely or brutally. My father only needed to glare at us or slightly raise his voice to get us to instantly change our behaviour. I had one sister 2 years younger, Fiona, who rarely got in to trouble, but another 3 ½ years younger, Katie, who was always up to mischief.

Punishment was mainly instantaneous and wherever my mother could sit down quickly, somewhat privately. Sometimes the kitchen, or lounge. If my sisters were around, that was OK, but otherwise, we were spanked in private.

I do recall once when my friends and I were brought back by the police for playing in a dangerous and fenced off old water works building, I was told to go up to my room. I would have been seven then, and soon after my mother came in calmly and asked me to stand up in front of her while she sat on the end of my bed. I was given a stern lecture, then my mother told me she was so annoyed that she was going to spank me until my bottom was “red raw”, so I had better take my shorts and pants off.
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January 1st, 2019

A boy’s fascination gets him caned

After my first year at University, I returned home for the summer holidays. I needed money as, although these were the days of grants, I had spent all of my grant and had no cash. My parents lived in a semi-rural house, so obtaining unskilled work wasn’t easy. I did, however, pick up gardening and odd-job work from the area.

One such job was with a retired couple, Joe and his wife. They lived about 2 miles away, but that didn’t seem far on my bike. Joe was in his late 70s and had a large garden that was becoming too much for him. He still enjoyed gardening, so I would help with the heavier tasks and any high job that required the use of a ladder etc.

Often his next door neighbour, Mrs P, would also be in her garden, and all 3 of us would chat over the fence. I would also burn some of her garden waste if I had a fire going and also help her with jobs requiring two sets of hands. Joe was happy for me to do this as they clearly all got along well and Mrs P would frequently offer to do shopping for Joe and his wife when going in to town.
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December 30th, 2018

Mom spanks a girl on her bare bottom

This is a memory of one of only a few spankings I got on my bare bottom. I was 10 years old and had been out shopping with my mom and sister. My sister, who was 7, and I had been at each others’ throats all morning and my mom had enough of it from us after giving us a fair number of warnings. My mom announced when we got back to the car that she and I would both be spanked when we got home. My sister started crying and I just sat there in the car, mad.

When we got home my mom sent us upstairs to our room to wait because she had to put the groceries away before spanking us. My mom didn’t do the honours of spanking us that often, because she felt that task was better left to dad. She would, though, when she was mad enough to take matters into her own hands. My mom was a hand spanker and would spank us over our clothes while she sat on a chair and we stood at her side, her holding our arm and swatting away at our bottoms. The spanking would not be too bad at first, but as she spanked you would start to fill the heat.
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December 27th, 2018

A boy’s domestic spankings

I was a child in New York in the 1960s. My parents were modern liberals, but at the time that didn’t yet mean disapproval of corporal punishment, and spanking was normal for me and many of my friends and classmates.

I had an older brother and a younger sister, with two years between each of us. For some reason, I seemed to be the only child who got spanked, even though I was no worse behaved than my siblings. Indeed, I may have been the best behaved of the three of us. I have never understood why my brother and sister got away with scoldings and groundings for things that I was spanked for.

I would guess I was spanked two or three times a year from age five to age thirteen.

The first spanking I remember was for the banal crime of unauthorized cookie-jar access. Unfortunately for me, in the process of stealing a cookie I knocked over the ceramic cookie jar and broke it. My mother, seeing the scene, scooped me up in her arm, carried me into the living room and sat down on the couch. I was in pajamas and she whisked off my pajama bottoms in an instant before giving me a blazing spanking. I was quite astonished and bawled furiously.
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December 26th, 2018

The girl gets spanked again

I grew up the daughter of a police officer who, by the time I was 14 when this memory takes place, was a 19 year veteran of the police force and second in command. I was the oldest and always seemed to be the one getting herself in trouble more so than my sister, who is 3 years my junior.

My dad was a pretty strict parent and talking back or breaking a rule often would result with being led down to the partially finished basement where we would be spanked with the very same belt that he wore on his uniform. If you are familiar with a duty belt they are thick and heavy and when your dad is tanning your backside with it you sure do feel it.

My best friend was a bit of a trouble maker herself and had convinced me to skip school one Friday and just hang out. Thinking like a 14 year old, I went along with the plan, never thinking how easy it would be for us to get caught.

That morning, I walked to school with my little sister like always, but when we arrived at the school she went to the elementary doors and I acted as if I was heading to the middle school doors. Rather than go in, though, I turned around and walked off school property to meet up with my friend. We hung around at a nearby park and then decided to walk to the river.
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December 26th, 2018

A girl and boy’s childhood spanking

This first memory occurred when I was 11 years old. I was spending the weekend with my Godmother, Mary, and her son, Evan, who was also 11. Mary had grew up with my parents and Evan was born just 2 months before me, so he and I were pretty close.

It was Saturday and we had asked to go to the library to hang out for awhile. After getting Mary’s permission, we rode our bikes to the library only to find it closed. Now on the way to the library was a park, so we decided to just ride our bikes there to spend time instead. Mary must have felt we had been gone long enough at the library so she drove over there to find it closed and neither Evan or myself anywhere in sight. Of course she got scared and drove around till she found us at the park.

After a quick scolding at the park and orders to ride our bikes straight back to her home, we found ourselves sitting on the couch with our heads hung as Mary read us both the riot act. We were then told we both would get spankings. Mary made me call my mom and tell her what I had done and that I was going to get a spanking.
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November 12th, 2018

Car ride punishment

One of my earlier spanking memories, possibly around age six, occurred when I was messing with my mother while she was driving. While sitting behind her, I began incessantly poking her and tickling her. She jokingly threatened a spanking, which in turn made me uncomfortable/mad (how dare she!) so I ramped up my behavior. I attempted to cover her eyes and said some mean things to her, which I have long since forgotten. She then told me she was going to slap my bum for real.

She pulled over into a rest stop parking lot and got in the back. I was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. She unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled my pants down, revealing my white cotton brief undies with animal designs on them. She put me over her lap and spanked my cotton covered butt hard. I was too stunned to protest at first, and she kept spanking away, delivering slap after slap to my plump six year old buns. Her hand came down quite hard on my undies, and I began to whine. After maybe 20 spanks, I broke into tears. She reached for my waistband and yanked it down, tugged the fabric over my thighs and down below my knees. She pulled my torso back onto her lap, spreading my legs, and began to spank my now burning bare bottom with renewed vigor. With another 20 or so spanks in the bag, she switched to my sit spots and thighs, alternating with no particular pattern. At this point I was wailing and bawling my eyes off, and with a total of approximately 60 spanks, she figured I had had enough. 
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September 7th, 2018

Childhood spanking

I was brought up in a small town on the west coast of Scotland. In 1966, at the age of 11, I enjoyed a fairly normal if strict childhood. The usual punishment was loss of freedom, with spanking, or smacking as it was known, reserved as the ultimate sanction.

There were about four occasions on which I was spanked. This story is about the most memorable.

That day I had done something wrong and so I was told that I wasn’t allowed out. This was terrible as I knew my friend, let’s calls him Bill, was going to call. I waited upstairs, watching from my window, to try and meet him before he pressed the front door bell, thereby alerting my parents, who would have told him to come back tomorrow.

Sure enough, I spotted Bill wandering down the street. The time was around 7.45. Normally, I would have been allowed out until 9.00. I rushed down, stopped Bill ringing the doorbell and before I could explain Bill showed me a half-crown (about 12.5 pence Sterling) which he had been given by his gran.

His plan was to go to the local cafe and there buy two (one each!) ice cream floats which was a frothy combination of ice cream and Coca-Cola. I then explained that I was not allowed out. Bill said this was not a problem as we would be back before it was noticed that I had gone.
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