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Date Posted: 06:59:16 09/15/19 Sun
I've shared a lot of my experiences getting spanked, especially the bare bottom spankings I got from my mother. Five years ago she passed away. Her 80th birthday would have been Friday. As close as she and I were, my thoughts have obviously been on my childhood and my mom.
Between thinking about my mom and another milestone in my life, which is my 40 year class reunion which is happening next month, one of the memories that popped into my head was graduation night which was back in 1979 (yes I'm old). As many young people do or did. I went to a party on grad night (one of several in the area) and quite frankly got hammered. The party was in a field that was about to come under construction for a new subdivision. We had plenty of privacy and didn't have to worry about getting raided. There was plenty of alcohol and yes, some pot too. We were all having a great time. I left the party around 1:30 am and took my girlfriend home. After I dropped her off I started down the road to head home and one street over,I saw blue lights flashing in the rear view mirror. I got pulled over. I had to take the sobriety tests which I did pass in spite of my obviously being drunk. The officer told me, he didn't want to run me in or give me a ticket. He asked me where the party was and promised me he would not have my friends arrested, he just wanted to make sure everybody got home safely. I cooperated with him and then he said he was going to let me go but I was going to be followed home by another unit. He said, "If you try to go anywhere other than home, you will be arrested." So I did as he said and drove straight home with a police escort. Once I got in, it was after 2:00 am and my parents were sitting at the dinner table. My mom had obviously been fussing at my dad about my escapade. She looked at me and asked, "Where the hell have you been with my car (actually dad's) at 2 in the morning?" In my obviously drunken state, I told her,"Mom, if You're gonna bitch at me, do it in the morning. I'm drunk, I'm tired and I'm going to bed." She was furious and what made matters worse, my dad actually laughed. So I went to bed.
The next morning, I had to go back for the last day of school to clean out my locker and for an assembly for the new graduates. I was just about ready and heard a soft knock at my bedroom door. It was my mom. She was still pretty upset about the events just a few hours before. After asking me if I felt ok, which I did (I never got hangovers). She told me, "I want you to know, last night is the closest you have come to getting your bare a** spanked since you were fifteen." and in spite of myself, I started laughing. She got upset again and told me, "It's not too late." and I laughed again. With that she quite loudly said, "You think it's funny boy?, give me your belt, pull down your pants and bend over the bed." Hearing my mom yelling that at me, brought my sister out of her room and she came down the hall to see what was happening. Seeing she was serious, I took off my belt and handed it to mom, then started to unfasten my jeans. I was shocked to realize, I was about to get my bare butt spanked at nineteen. I let my pants drop and had actually started to pull down my underwear when I told mom, "Mom I wasn't laughing at you, it's just the shape I was in last night, if you had spanked me, not only would I not have felt it, I probably wouldn't have even KNOWN it." She just stared at me for a few moments, and in spite of herself, started to laugh. She dropped my belt and told me to get ready for school.
As I was driving my sister to school, she said, "Man you were lucky. I thought mom was going to beat your butt good." I said, "Yeah me too. I was pretty lucky. I was also lucky the cop that pulled me over let me go." While at school, I noticed some of my friends from that party and some who went to other parties, not only had hangovers, but were having some difficulty sitting down. It turned out a lot of them either got spanked when the got home or when they woke up that morning and many of them including my girlfriend got it on the bare butt.
Thinking about it later after finding out how many of my friends (most of which were seventeen or eighteen) got spanked, I actually started feeling guilty and felt even though a bare bottom spanking at nineteen would have really been embarrassing, not to mention painful. I should have just gone ahead, bared my butt, bent over and accepted my punishment instead of joking my way out of it. I still think so even today 40 years later. Happy Birthday Mom. I really miss you.
Did any of you ever talk your way out of getting a spanking and then later which you had gone ahead and taken it instead?
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