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

Snowball spanking

When I was about 10, we had a winter of snow which lasted a long time into April and where we all got used to throwing snowballs at school. Most teachers didn’t mind kids being kids, but they did object to being the target as I found one day to my cost.

We were throwing snowballs before school when the whistle went as the teacher on duty came into the playground to line us up. Now my friend just caught me a good one with a snowball as the whistle went, so I decided to re-pay in kind. So I grabbed some snow and threw it with all my might.
Unfortunately I didn’t notice the teacher had strode into the way, and the snowball, to my horror, hit her straight in the neck. It was certainly the best shot I ever had with a snowball in my young life, but the target was unfortunate.

Sadly, the teacher did not appear to have much sense of humour at the incident and, ignoring my mumbled apologies, she told me to stand with my face to the wall, hands on head.

I did this as the teacher got everyone else lined up and, after an exhortation to stop throwing snowballs when the whistle went, got the pupils marching into school. I wondered what fate waited me. Would I be sent to the head for my crime? I was not long finding out as the teacher, obviously most annoyed, told me to take my coat off and report to her in the hallway.
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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

A girl slippered in school

When we were teens at school, there was a bit of a rise in talk of students’ rights in the media. Anyway, one of my friends, Carol, had been reported to our form teacher for wearing a skirt far too short. She had had at least one warning already, to my knowledge, and continual offending usually meant a meeting between our form teacher’s slipper and the offender’s bottom. Things were not improved for Carol by the knowledge that this lady could really sting your bottom.

Carol said to us, “It’s not fair! We should be allowed to wear our skirts how we like. Who are they to tell us what to do? I’m going to really tell Miss Phipps that we have our rights!”

We all admired Carol’s guts, but all said that such talk might make matters worse not better with Miss Phipps, who was strict but fair. I got on quite well with her in spite of the fact I’d collected more than one hot bum off her, courtesy of her slipper.

But Carol would not be dissuaded, and went off to see Miss Phipps in high dudgeon.

At the end of break, we were waiting to go into the class when along came Carol looking red-faced and teary-eyed, and walking somewhat stiffly. We all had to suppress a grin.
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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 29th, 2019

A ‘good’ girl gets the slipper

For those of us who were regulars at bending over to get whacks with the slipper, it was always encouraging and somewhat amusing when a ‘good girl’ got it.

Like one occasion it happened to one ‘model’ pupil in our class. If we were a bit slow changing after gym, the gym mistress would sometimes hurry us up by announcing that the last one out would get the slipper. I particularly remember when Sandra, who was very brainy and a real top dog in the class, was unaccountably last. She looked really shocked when she was told she had to bend over for a whack with the slipper. I don’t think she could believe it because she was never usually in trouble.

However, bend over she had to in the presence of those of us who were collecting our things outside the changing room. We watched interestedly as she got a right stinging whack on her shapely bottom which caused her to yell and clutch her bum. But although obviously discomforted, she took i6t like a real sport and was able to raise a smile on her very red face as she walked off rubbing her behind.

“Wow! That didn’t half sting!” she was heard to mutter.
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