Archive for ‘Other Punishments’

August 20th, 2019

A boy gets the parental spanking he knows he deserves

By the time I was 8, I was no stranger to being up in my room, over dad’s knee with my trousers and pants around my ankles. Whilst I am sure they were deserved, I never felt like that at the time.

This changed, though, when I started to feel genuinely bad about some, but not all, of the things I did. On this occasion, I was running through the house to go out when my coat sleeve hooked a vase off the shelf in the hall. Mum came through at the sound of breaking china and was visibly upset when she saw what had happened. It had belonged to her mother and wasn’t worth anything as such, but had sentimental value.

She didn’t shout at me, she didn’t even tell me off. She just checked I was ok and started clearing the mess up. I was confused by any lack of reprisal and went to my room, because that’s just what I thought I should do. A while later, Dad came up to see me. Again, no telling off but a gentle chat about not running in the house and I now knew why, also reminding me how upset mum was.

I was sent down to apologise. She wasn’t especially forgiving but didn’t have a go at me either. She just suggested I stay in my room for a bit. I duly went back up. I knew Dad was still there and I thought I knew what was coming. Again though, just a few more gentle words and he got up to leave. I must have had a very puzzled look on my face as he asked what I was thinking. I asked if I was in trouble and he said I wasn’t popular but I wasn’t in trouble. After all, it had been an accident. I had quite expected my trousers to be coming down. Whilst this was a relief, it sort of didn’t feel right either.

July 15th, 2019

A boy messes around in a superstore

This is the memory of the worst spanking I ever got.

When I was 11, my friend was spending the night and my parents had taken us to Wal-Mart and out to eat. Of course, in Wal-Mart my friend and I were showing off to each other and throwing balls across aisles and stuff at first.

I was swatted across the butt by my dad, and we both got yelled at. Fast forward a little bit and I, being a dumb 11 year old, thought it would be hilarious to open a bottle of shampoo and let it run down the shelf and onto the floor. I, to this day, don’t understand why I did that. My little sister saw me do this and told our parents.

I got chewed out in the store and once we got home I was taken to my parents’ room. I figured I was going to be spanked with a belt. I was embarrassed enough knowing my friend was downstairs, but to get a major spanking made it worse. Except my dad didn’t take his belt off. Instead I was told my friend would be going home early tomorrow and, when he did, I was to go out and get a switch. We were both then sent to bed for the night.

July 15th, 2019

Chatting about spankings

When I was about eight, I had a Sunday School teacher called Sharon who was a senior at the high school. She was very pretty, but very firm, and I loved her dearly. One Sunday, I arrived for class nursing a sore bottom as I had been the object of my mother’s wrath that morning. I had been playing up with one of my sisters and mom had settled things with a good spanking over her knee for us both.

I was still feeling the effects and shuffling on my poor little butt during class, so Sharon asked me what was up. I must have looked a bit shame-faced but admitted to her I’d been spanked.

She smiled and gave me a hug.

“Never mind,” she said. “It happens to us all sometimes.”

“What? Even to you?” I gasped.

“Oh yes,” she said. “My mom sometimes gives me a spanking over her knee to keep me nice.”

“Oh,” I said. “Same as me?”

“I guess,” she said, givng her shapely butt a rub. “Over the knee on the bare bottom. I don’t think Mom knows any other way!” she giggled.

“Wow!” I said. “Even at your age?”

“Yes,” she said. “Mom believes you’re never too old for a spanking!”

That is something which, over the years, I have learned to my cost.  I did appreciate her sharing with me, though, so honestly.

June 30th, 2019

Boy and girl spanked

Around 20 years ago my then girlfriend and I, both aged 15, had to be rescued by lifeboat in the North Sea after swimming to a sandbank we had been told not to go to.

After the rescue, and still cold from exposure, we were severely lectured by my girlfriend’s mother back at her house and then she phoned my mum.

It was agreed we would both be spanked.

I bent first, swim shorts were pulled down and I received a bakers dozen with a leather slipper. Girl friend’s mum was wearing a short beach dress and I could see her knickers, but that vision became blurred as my poor bottom reddened and stung like blazes.

My girlfriend bent next. However, her bikini bottoms weren’t pulled down, though her bum cheeks were seen to redden nicely.

Meanwhile the stinging in my bottom went on and on.

My girlfriend took her spanking well and, unknown to my girlfriend’s mum, we showed each other our red/purple bottoms afterwards and rubbed cream into each other, but it was all respectful and innocent and went no further.

Would you believe, the next day when I got home, my mother insisted in punishing me again. My poor bottom was bared  and I got  a strapping in front of my two younger sisters.

June 16th, 2019

Sister finds attitude doesn’t pay.

When it comes to spankings in a day, my little sister sure holds the family record. She was going through a bit of a bad phase in behavior as you do as a mid-teen and had collected a paddling at school for sassing a teacher. She had to report to the AP who was not amused by her remarks and made her bend over for three swats on her cute butt, which made sitting super sore all day.

Unfortunately for her, mom somehow found out. I don’t think sis would’ve been spanked again, but she showed lots of attitude when she was being lectured, which displeased mom. So mom put her over her knee and gave her another good butt warming, which made her squirm in her seat over our evening meal.

Later in the evening, mom told her to go to bed early, as she was obviously tired, but there was another display of attitude, lots of mouthing-off and the banging of the door.

Then I heard dad run up the stairs and my sister say, “No! No! No! I didn’t mean it!”

This was followed by the yells and squeals of another good spanking going on.

When I went to kiss her good night, sis was lying face down trying to cool her butt.

June 5th, 2019

Spankings asked for

I only have given three spankings in my life which was back in the late 1970s. I have not seen that girl since then until this weekend. My wife and her are now friends who met because they have a common hobby which take either day trips or weekend trips.

Starting at the beginning, I was 16 and in high school. I liked to play table tennis (ping pong) with friends. One friend was more into tennis but had a friend who was obsessed with table tennis. He was only 15 and was too young to drive, but wanted to go to this club which was an hour away and met on Tuesday nights and on Saturday mornings. He offered to pay for the gas so I decided to try it out. I had fun playing but most players there were better than me. I did meet this one girl, Sandy, who was 14 and was cute. We ended up going on long walks, holding hands and kissing. After a few weeks, we were in my car and I made a move putting my hand up her shirt and she just froze. I felt bad and stopped and we went in to play table tennis. The following week I decided not to go up anymore, not because she didn’t let me feel her up but because I felt bad that I scared her.

June 2nd, 2019

A spanking from mother

I remember a somewhat painful experience I had with mum’s hand and slipper when I was a somewhat obnoxious teenager. The weather was hot so I had shorts on and I had been out with friends. Unfortunately, I lost track of the time and came home late, much to mum’s displeasure. I didn’t help matters by showing typical teen ‘attitude’ and mouthing-off to mum when she started to tell me off.

I had been pushing the envelope quite a bit and really pushed it too far that time. She grabbed me by the ear and led me into the living room to a high chair she used for spanking daughters who had displeased her. Amid my cries and pleas, the momentum propelled me over her knee. I can remember dad looking over his paper as his errant daughter’s bottom appeared high over his wife’s knee. My shorts and underwear soon disappeared and mum started with a good hand spanking, which soon switched to the slipper unfortunately she was wearing. All this was, of course, to my howls and yells and pleas which were unavailing.

When mum finished she was quite out of breath, but I managed to do a marvellous dance round the room holding my sizzling behind before being sent to the corner. Dad glanced at my bright red bum and commented to mum who was getting her breath back, “I think she really needed that. And so did you!”

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.

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.


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.