February 6th, 2019

A domestic caning

Our school uniform was a grey pleated skirt, white shirt, white socks, blue and red striped tie, grey blazer and a stupid straw hat with a red ribbon round it. It was not a posh school but it had pretensions. We all hated those hats. It did not mean a spanking to turn up without it occasionally but you had better not make a habit of it! Rebecca and I had to wear it every day because we lived quite near the school so if we turned up incorrectly attired we would be sent home to change.

In the summer term, after Easter until the summer holidays we were allowed to wear a blue and white checked cotton dress instead of the full uniform, if we chose. However, the hat was not optional and we had to wear it all year round. The hats became the subject of a doomed protest in 1973 when going on strike was all the rage. Some 3rd year girls attempted to bring all the girls out on strike until the hats were abolished. A lot of girls, me and Beccy included, stayed out on the netball court when the bell for the end of lunch went, all willing to join the strike and see the end of the silly hats.
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February 6th, 2019

Girl spanked on the beach

This memory comes from the same holiday as the previous one and describes the hardest and longest spanking I ever received.

We arrived at the chalet before noon and spent a while unpacking and sorting out where everything was to go in the chalet. Rebecca and I had been quiet and well behaved on the remainder of the journey with our bottoms tender and throbbing. When the accommodation was all sorted we had lunch and then got changed for the beach.

It was a glorious summer’s day, really hot and I wore a bikini to go down to the sea. The briefs were quite small and did not quite cover the evidence that I had been recently spanked, so I was keen to get straight in to the water where no one would see the marks on my bottom. Barney, our dog, came with me. It was his first ever visit to the seaside and he was wildly excited, chasing seagulls off the sand and into the sea, digging holes and having a thoroughly good time. The sea water was very soothing on my bum and in a short while it was as if my spanking was a distant memory. I began to really enjoy the holiday and forget all about the humiliation of my public punishment. I had a really nice day and knew I was going to really enjoy it here.
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February 6th, 2019

Two girls spanked in public

This was August 1974 and we were going to spend a week in a chalet at the seaside in South West England. It was a long way for Dad to drive so we had to get up very early and Beccy and I had not slept much the night before through excitement. We had breakfast and got in the car. I remember it was very quiet at 6 o’clock with barely any traffic. Mum went back to the house about 3 times to check that she hadn’t left the gas on, or a window open etc, and we were all impatient to be on our way when she came out for the last time holding the slipper.

“Mustn’t forget this,” she said, putting it in the boot on top of all the other luggage.

We eventually got going and headed South, but it was a long and boring drive and Rebecca and I were tired and soon became irritable. We had not been out for more than an hour before we were pushing each other around and squabbling. Mum had to keep turning round in her seat and telling us to behave. Dad said nothing and just kept driving. He was never very talkative. This went on for another hour or so and we were already doing the ‘Are we nearly there yet?’ routine when we were not even halfway there!
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February 6th, 2019

US family spankings

I have greatly enjoyed reading the recollections here, especially from folks in the US, so I thought I would share my own.

I am a 40-year-old woman who lives in Buffalo, NY, where I grew up. I am the oldest of four. I have a sister two years younger and brothers five and eight years younger.

Though spankings were less in fashion during my childhood, my parents were definitely firm believers in their effectiveness and all four of us were spanked into our early to mid-teens. Dad spanked, but mom was the primary disciplinarian in the household. She had been a classroom teacher for several years until the older of my brothers was born and then she became a stay at home mom. Spankings were not an everyday event at our house, but they were not rare either. I would say I earned one a month on average in my peak years from 10 to 14, then a handful after that until my last at 16 1/2.

Spankings were never given in fury or anger, but were very measured and controlled, and mom had a very set procedure that turned a spanking into an ordeal. Usually we would be dispatched to my parents’ bedroom to stand in an empty corner for 15 minutes or so until she came upstairs. This was to give her time to get her emotions under control and ensure we were not being spanked in anger.
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February 6th, 2019

A girl overhears her sister’s spanking

My mother had a habit when my sister or I were misbehaving of asking us whether we wanted to go over her knee with our pants down. Naturally we didn’t and would stop doing whatever was annoying her immediately. I cannot remember a time before this question was regularly asked, so often that Rebecca and I would use it to impersonate her when she was out of earshot amidst fits of giggles. In spite of the frequency with which we received this threat, both of us survived with our bottoms intact until we were 12 years old. Rebecca was a year older than me and her first spanking happened almost exactly a year before mine and for the same reason. We were both at the same school then, I was in the first year and Beccy in the second. It was December and the school had sent out its end of term reports. I remember that Beccy was nervous as we were walking home from school together because she knew that her report was going to displease our parents. Specifically, she knew that her report expressed concerns about the amount of days she had missed through illness, whereas in fact, she had been playing truant and forging sick notes and as far as my mother knew she had been in school every day.
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February 5th, 2019

A third paddling in seventh grade

This was the 3rd paddling I received during my 7th grade year. The previous year I received 9 but would ultimately only receive 7 for this year. Each time garnered a little more intense sensation than the last, but if only I could talk to someone about it. Why was I like this? Were there other girls that felt similar? It was so weird.

The March 1958 morning was just fine. I got up and washed my face and went to the kitchen to eat the eggs and potatoes mom had prepared. I then returned to my bedroom and put on a slightly faded yellow dress that had been my cousin Donna’s first, then handed down to younger sister Cathy, who then handed it to me. It was nothing fancy, yellow with a red line at the sleeves end and the edge of the dress. I put on some short white socks and my red canvas shoes and soon my brothers and my cousins next door were all on the bus.

About 40 minutes later, we disembarked and went our separate ways. The first 4 school periods were fine as was the lunch break. Then boredom during math class resulted in me earning another trip to Mr Anderson’s office. After getting off the bus that morning, I overheard a man working on the nearby highway yell the ‘F’ word and I thought it was funny.
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February 4th, 2019

Domestic spanking overheard

I met my wife, Alison, at university. It was the end of the first year for both of us, in the late 1980s.

It must have been a year we had been going out when I was invited to her parents’ house.

Alison had a younger sister, Laura, who was 15 or 16 years old and was a real handful for her parents. Alison had warned me there maybe some shouting but not to worry about it.

We had separate rooms as sleeping together then before marriage under her parents’ roof was not acceptable. Her sister shared with Alison and I slept in her sister’s room.

Her sister was indeed a handful, never doing what was asked, answering back, talking under her breath. I could see both parents were trying not to loose it while I was staying there.

We were having Sunday lunch, the full works. We sat down and there was still an atmosphere with nobody talking. We had just finished the main course when something was said or asked of Laura.

She then just said: “FOR FUCKS SAKE!”

The next thing, their mum stood up, grabbed Laura by the arm, and dragged her up and out of the dinning room, saying: “Right, I will teach you a lesson. Get up the stairs now.”
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February 3rd, 2019

Girls paddled at school

The school year of 1956-1957 was a watershed in my development of this thing, now called a kink, where the inflicting of something that was supposed to be a punishment seemed to have this other fascinating and strange side to it. It was something that required answers to questions that could never be asked in 1950s Arkansas where fundamentalist Christianity was the norm and not the exception. Now with hindsight, a bit of science and a more open society, we now understand more about this phenomenon. Why did this affect me and my friend David, but not my cousin Cathy or brother Eli? Why did spankings give me a form of pleasure that others found to be just plain uncomfortable?  It is obviously a combination of genetics and environmental conditions.

I sincerely believe that had my uncle and school administrators delivered hard, bruising fewer swat spankings instead of the softer, more numerous kind, I may not have developed this ‘like’. I did receive a few hard swats back in the day and they were not something I recalled fondly. Also, my laid-back nature which led me to find guys who acted in an authoritative manner just added to my list of likes when it came to receiving corporal punishment. Spankings from my mom or female teachers did not excite me as much, so ones’ mindset has a lot to do with it.  This was my last spanking of my 6th grade year and it was definitely more ‘likable’ than the one received the previous month which I got with Cathy and Peggy Sue. I am not sure why, but maybe more nerves connected to the danger zone than before, LOL. And it was not just the physical sensations that made it ‘fun’, but it was also the visual things like watching the paddle whack its target, the facial expressions of those getting it, and Mr Anderson’s concentration on his task at hand. Then add the aural effects of the swats as well as the exhalations and sounds of the ones getting it made it an experience to remember.
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January 31st, 2019

Girls are spanked at home

This is one of a few accounts of home spankings. These memories are a double sword for me. While I cannot say that I did not find them enjoyable at times, the fact that he was enjoying administering them, as we know now, kind of dampens the mood a bit in retrospect. Unlike the spankings at school, the ones at home were usually directly on the bottom.

Although I did not know it at the time, my uncle had a liking for giving spankings, which seems obvious now, but at the time no one imagined such. We found out about this interest when he died at 62 in 1982. His second wife found various magazines and personal notes about the subject as well as some badly filmed 8mm silent movies.

Funny, we thought he was going easy on us when compared to our friends’ parents who often used a belt or strap, and all along he was living his fantasy. One of these incidents I recall vividly will show that he had some weird ways when it came to spankings. This one involved me and my three older female cousins (his daughters), back when I was 9. Uncle Rob had ‘trained’ us on how to behave when being spanked. He did not allow legs and arms to thrash about and you could only cry lightly. If you did anything against his rules, then he would swat harder. So, you basically laid over his lap for 2 to 4 minutes while he lightly swatted your bottom.
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January 31st, 2019

Paddling in 7th Grade

The fascination with being spanked by Mr Anderson grew over the school break of 1957. Although I did receive a few from mom and Uncle Rob over the summer, they were not as intense and exciting as the ones from the principal. Maybe it was the fact he was not related, he was a bit of a surrogate father figure, and it occurred somewhere other than in a home. I don’t know for sure why it was the way it was, but I knew I that I thought about it often.

I rarely misbehaved from a non-event just to get it, but if I felt I was being picked on and by retaliating to the miscreant would result in one, then so be it. During the summer, as I went from 11 to 12, I became more and more concerned with my body, looks and height, which I suppose is very normal. When I would get up in the morning, I would look at myself in the bathroom mirror with only my underwear on and wonder why I had to be so short for my age. Today I am 5 ft exactly and during that summer I measured myself at 4 ft 11. I was thin, pale and short. My only good asset was my backside which provided good padding where I needed it. My chest had yet to catch up.
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