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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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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 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 4th, 2019

Two sisters spanked at home

I grew up the oldest of four, with a sister two years younger and brothers five and eight years younger. Though my parents were 1960s liberal types, they were anything but when it came to raising kids, and both were firm believers in the effectiveness of a warm bottom in maintaining discipline.

Spankings in our house were not everyday happenings, but they certainly were not rare, and the sounds (and sometimes the sights) of one of us getting our bare bottoms tanned could be heard fairly often.

Much rarer was more than one of us getting spanked at the same time. The age gap between us was enough that we had our own circle of friends and didn’t really hang around together enough to get into trouble together. While my brothers found themselves in trouble together more frequently (usually with dad), I recall only a handful of times that sis and I were involved in the same incident and were disciplined together.

The last incident I remember was not long after I turned 15 and she was 13, and, as it usually did, the incident we were in trouble began with a petty argument that escalated into a major conflict.

Mom was a big believer in household chores as a way to build responsibility and have us contribute to the household. Cleaning up the kitchen after dinner had been one of my assignments since I was 12. My sister was added to that rotation when she reached 12 and for the better part of the year, we had been sharing the duties.
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March 31st, 2019

Two girls spanked in London

The summer between 9th and 10th grade, we went as a family (mom, dad, me and my younger sister and two younger brothers) to Scotland to visit my grandmother, my dad’s mother. We flew to Scotland in July and stayed for the month with my grandmother.

I was not especially happy to be giving up a summer with my friends, especially the boy I had been secretly dating for more than a year. I was, to put it charitably, often sullen and glowering for much of the trip, to the point where I was warned more than once by mom that I was “this close” to having my attitude adjusted. By some miracle, I managed to improve my disposition each time to avoid a trip over her knee and I emerged from the trip spank free except for one specific instance that happened while we were visiting cousins in London.

While we were there, we made a side-trip to London, a rather lengthy train ride, to visit my dad’s cousin, who was a career Canadian diplomat and was stationed at the time at the Canadian embassy in London. He and his wife had two kids, Lisa who was 15 and a few months older than I, and Stephen, who was 9, around the same age as the older of my two younger brothers.
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February 26th, 2019

A family spanking

I was fortunate, growing up, to have a large contingent of extended family living in the same neighborhood. My mom’s sister lived just a couple of blocks from us in a house on a large lot on a cul de sac that backed up to woods. They also had an in-ground pool, something that made their place a fun place to hang, especially during summers. There were six kids living there at the time this story took place; my aunt and uncle’s five kids and a niece of my uncle, whom they had taken in at a young age (long story) and had since adopted.

I was especially close with this girl, whose name was Judith, or Judi for short. We were just a few months apart in age (she was a bit older) and we hung together both in school and during the summer, mainly at her house.

Like my mom, my aunt was a first-response spanker. Though she tended to let more things slide than my mom did (probably because of the sheer number of kids there), spankings were not rare and, unlike my house, were always done in the open in front of whatever family happened to be there. With the exception of the youngest boy, I’d seen each of my cousins, three boys and two girls, on the receiving end at least once, bent over getting the paddle applied to their bare bottoms. My aunt also believed in ‘while you are a guest here, I expect you to follow the rules’ and I had found myself in that bent over position  a handful of times when I stayed there over the years.
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February 13th, 2019

A boy spanked by his mother

Spankings at my house were not rare and all of us, my younger sister and two younger brothers, were all spanked into our teens. This story is about one of the last spankings my youngest brother got and the last spanking I saw at my house.

My boyfriend and I got married soon after I graduated from high school. I was not quite 18 and needed my folks’ permission, which they gave reluctantly, mainly out of fear that I would simply run away if they didn’t (probably true). I had my first daughter at 19 and my second daughter at not quite 21. My husband and I were living in an apartment over my inlaws’ garage. He worked full time in their family lumber business, where I also worked part time while I took classes at a local college. To say it was a crazy time would be an understatement and we never would have been able to do it without much help from family.

This incident took place when my younger girl was not quite a year old. I had my older girl in pre-school three days a week and my younger girl stayed either with my mother-in-law or my mom while I went to my classes.
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February 12th, 2019

A girl shoplifts and her mom isn’t pleased

The summer between 8th and 9th grade I convinced my mother I was too old to go to camp anymore. My mother had taken on a part-time job and was working several days a week. My dad, who was a tradesman, was working a large out-of-town construction project that kept him away from home for several weeks.

My mother was not comfortable with me being by myself at home, but she allowed me to stay with my grandparents (dad’s folks) during the days she worked, while my sister and brothers went to various camps.

While staying with my grandparents, I started hanging out with these three girls who lived in their neighborhood. These girls were my age, but definitely more advanced than I was and I guess I was trying to impress them.

Toward the end of August, with about two weeks left before school started, we went to the drug store down the street. Before we went it, one of the girls ‘dared’ all of us to each steal something from the store. We split up and, eager to impress, I wound up in the makeup aisle where coyly, I thought, I slipped several lip glosses into my purse. I didn’t realize two clerks and a security person were just waiting up front for us. One of the girls managed to dodge the posse, but three of us were caught red-handed and escorted back to the office, where, mercifully, police were not called but parents were.
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February 11th, 2019

A home spanking

My parents came of age in the 1960s and both could accurately be described as ‘Kennedy Democrats’. My mom was a classroom teacher for several years and my dad was in a trade union. While they gravitated toward liberal points of view on many things, parental discipline was not one of them. There, they were decidedly old fashioned. Dr Spock had no standing in our house. Spanking was a first response remedy for disobedience, disrespect and lying.

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I am the oldest of four, with a sister two years younger and brothers five and eight years younger. All of us were spanked into our mid-teens. This story is of my last spanking at home at 16 1/2.

At this point, I had a boyfriend. I was not allowed to actually start dating until I turned 15, but I had been clandestinely seeing this boy since the summer between 8th and 9th grade. He was a year ahead of me in school but we had mutual friends. In summer, someone’s house was usually empty during the day, so kids would congregate there and often boys and girls would pair up for make-out sessions. That’s where I met my boyfriend, now my husband!
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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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