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Childhood Spanking Memories
Welcome, this is a forum to discuss memories and experiences of spankings received during childhood. All posts must be approved. No sexual content will be permitted. Multiple posts under different names from the same ISP address will not be approved and the poster banned from further posting.

Subject: A few memories... bared (detailed)

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Date Posted: 16:39:52 02/24/18 Sat

I've enjoyed reading this board and thought it was time to share a few memories of spankings growing up. I don't like reading "memories" that have been made up or clearly embellished - the memories I'm sharing are 100% honest truth. I've never told a soul and I'm excited to share a few with you.

Mom was definitely the bigger spanker of my parents, although I did get a few from dad. Like most others here, my parents only spanked on the bare bottom. If we were in public, it was delivered in the department store bathroom or the car. If at home, usually in my bedroom but not always: parents room, guest room, bathroom bent over the counter and one time even the living room... in front of the big windows to the street... :(

No matter what, the spanking would be bare. One time when I was maybe 8 or 9 - I don't remember what I did - but my mom had just pulled me over her knee for a spanking. My pants had been pulled down but I still had my underwear on.

I thought I'd try a new approach.

"Mom, I'm sorry! Please not on the bare bum!" I cried.

"Why not?" my mom asked.

"Because it hurts so much!" I sobbed. I don't know why I thought this would work... I was just a kid.

Immediately, without missing a beat, she pulled my undies right down and spanked me bare as always. She didn't say a word about it. Nice try.

Thinking about spankings I clearly remember, here's one from when I was about 11 years old.

It was past my bedtime. I was lounging in the family room in my Transformers pajamas, playing NES. Mom had told me a few times already to go to bed. I was ignoring her and finally I remember telling her to "shut up". I knew it was a terrible move immediately. I never talked to my mom like that.

She furiously sent me to my room. Getting sent to my room usually meant I was getting a spanking but not always. I sat nervously on my bed, straining my ears. When I heard rifling though the kitchen drawers downstairs, all hope was lost. She was getting the wooden spoon, her implement of choice.

I was always filled with dread hearing her footsteps up the stairs. "That was very foolish." she said angrily, entering my room. "Lie down on your stomach." I did as I was told. I must have figured being difficult just meant a harder spanking. I hugged my pillow and I'm sure I was sniffling at this point.

I felt her hands slide under the waistband of my pajama bottoms, and the rush of cool air on my bare bottom as she slid them down to my ankles. She adjusted my pajama top so it was out of the way.

Now it was time for The Forced Apology. This was a part of the ritual at our house and it was terrifying as a kid.

"Now, say your sorry for what you did." she said.

"I'm sorry mom! Please don't spank me!"

"You're sorry for WHAT?" she said, livid. We were always supposed to say both that 1) we were sorry and 2) what we did. I was usually so scared that I had trouble remembering. Having a bare bum on display and knowing the spanking would start anytime made it really hard to concentrate. This was not the time to make your parent angry.

"I'm sorry for not going to bed and talking back." I bawled.

Then I felt the first burning, stinging smack of the wooden spoon. Then another and another.

When I was getting a spanking, I remember thinking how much more it hurt getting 2 or more smacks in the same place in a row. I figured my mom didn't know this. I'm SURE she did, and she used it intentionally and liberally. Two on the left cheek in the same spot, two on the right (or maybe three. Why not? She needed to teach me a lesson after all)

I'm guessing I usually got about 10-20 smacks per spanking. I remember trying to count once and I got to 14. The lower end - mostly when I was younger. The higher end when I was probably 10-12. My last spanking was at 12.

This particular spanking was definitely on the higher end. As I cried and cried, I remember thinking she didn't need to spank me so hard just because I was older. I got the point and I'd never do it again! My bum burned with each loud smack. I figured at the ripe old age of 11, I should take it like a man, I didn't try to cover up or beg her to stop. But I sure couldn't stop the crying.

I don't remember how it ended when it mercifully did - this happened a long time ago. But I imagine my mom gave a quick lecture and told me to pull my jammies up and go to sleep.

I remember that spanking particularly well, but for most, I can't even recall how I earned it. When I was quite young, I remember being made to lie down on the counter in the dept. store bathroom, pants and underwear down, getting smacked. Other times, in the cubicles. In hotels - SO many times - for not being quiet and going to sleep. Even our windows at home were wide open in the summer so I wonder how many people heard my butt getting spanked.

I also remember getting hauled upstairs for a spanking while my friends were over at 10 years old or so. I wiped the tears from my eyes afterwards, and they pretended not to notice, but I'm sure they heard it.

I hope you enjoyed reading these memories and I'd be more than happy to answer any questions you have in all the detail I can remember. And thanks everyone else for sharing yours.

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Subject: Grades

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Date Posted: 00:54:39 07/20/20 Mon

Anyone spanked for bad grades? Mom spanked whenever I came home with anything less than a B,which happened every quarter and semester, until I took diagnostic tests in the third grade,and was diagnosed with dyslexia.

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Subject: Drop Your Drawers

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Date Posted: 07:21:33 03/03/20 Tue

When you were sent to your room, did your parents ever tell you to drop your drawers? Or when was that command given?

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Subject: Getting out of a spanking, then wishing you hadn't.

Gary Steven
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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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Subject: Spanked for stealing

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Date Posted: 16:30:48 11/20/17 Mon

When I was growing up we had an aunt and uncle who lived next door to us. Needless to say we were very close. They had another set of niece and nephews who lived in a nearby city. The oldest of the two brothers was my age and the younger was a year younger. They'd often come to spend long weekends with this aunt and uncle, and spend a couple of weeks with them in the Summer.

This particular Summer, I think I was 123, they were with them. The three of us always had a great time together. I even got off from working in the family business for a few days so we could play together, so their visits was a vacation for me too. This aunt and uncle would take us swimming, have cookouts, and in general let us play. The 'cousins' Ė I'm still not really sure if we qualified for cousins or not but we figured we were Ė are still pretty close.

One afternoon the younger brother and I realized the older brother had stolen something. It frightened us both because we all realized how serious stealing was and we almost frantically encouraged the older brother to return what he'd stolen before anyone found out. He denied having stolen it. We knew he had to have stolen ti because there was no other way for him to have come by the article, but he still denied it.

When our uncle got home from work and we all began preparing for the planned cookout in the side yard he noticed the boy had the item also and asked where he'd gotten it. I was immediately obvious that Jimmy, the older brother, knew he was busted. Jason and I remained silent but it must have been obvious to our uncle that we were as scared as was Jimmy...almost at least. We were frozen, and must have been turning pale as we looked at Jimmy. Jimmy was shaking like a leaf.

The instant it was clear to our uncle that Jimmy had stolen something our uncle took Jimmy's shorts and underpants down, right there in the yard, turned the boy over his knee, and started giving him what had to be the walloping of his life.

He was using his hand, but our uncle was strong, and he was in this for the long haul. He proceed to spank Jimmy's butt for what seemed like ages. Jimmy was quickly howling, begging, promising to NEVER do that again, and letting the whole neighborhood know just how sorry he was. You could have herd the boy squalling from one end of the block to the other.

His butt was a deep red long before our uncle was even beginning to think about stopping. It didn't occur to me at the time to think about how many neighbors heard and watched Jimmy getting his bare bottom wore out. Jason and I were too much in awe and terrified of what we were witnessing to think about anything but Jimmy's VERY sore bottom and how there was no relief for it in sight. It seemed like our uncle spanked him for a half hour, but it couldn't have really been more than 5 minutes or so. However long it was I'm sure Jimmy thought it was plenty long enough.

Pretty soon Jimmy's please and promises became unintelligible and all that was left was the howling. Our uncle spanked him until even all the howlings were gone and all Jimmy could do was gasp for breath.

Jason and I didn't way anything to each other for fear of even drawing our uncle's attention to ourselves. But I knew we were both in agreement that we would NEVER steal anything...EVER.

When our uncle decided that spanking was over he had Jimmy pull up his pants and then spank marched the boy into the house, where he put Jimmy to bed even though it was still daylight. It was Summer so it stayed daylight pretty late. Besides, I doubt Jimmy felt like doing much of anything but laying down on his stomach anyway.

The cookout proceeded and the remaining four of us Ė aunt, uncle, Jason, and me Ė had as good a time as we could considering what had just happened. (Jason and I had already felt distressed considerably over Jimmy's having stolen something even before the spanking.)

This aunt was probably the sweetest of all my aunts to her nieces and nephews. They didn't have any children of their own. She prepared a plate to take in to Jimmy. Jason and I both thought that was very kind of her and were glad she was trying to comfort him.

The next day our uncle was right back to being his playful self with all three of us. I guess he felt there was no need to belabor the matter. Jason and I didn't mention it to Jimmy. We all proceeded as if it had never happened. My aunt took us all swimming all day. It didn't occur to me at the time but she may have felt that a day with his sore butt in the cool water would help Jimmy.

Neither Jason nor I could disagree that Jimmy had earned that spanking. But it still scared the dickens out of both of us. Even though it was just with our uncle's hand it was still a real classic and we knew we never wanted to get one like it.

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Subject: The spanking you didn't get

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Date Posted: 16:10:57 12/06/17 Wed

Was there ever a time when you didnít get spanking that you expected and knew you deserved but avoided it anyway? There was actually several in my case but one stands out to me.

When I was about 12 years old I got into a fight with a neighborhood kid. Actually it was more like a brawl and it wasnít just me and him. Not my worst fight by any means but a fight none the less. In our house fighting was not tolerated and I knew pretty well by then that it could be bring the worst of the punishments I received which would be a good switching. It had happened before and after the fight was over I just knew it was going to happen again.

I didnít look like I had been in a fight when I got home but I was sure there would be a call from one of the parents. I spent the whole night on pins and needles waiting for the worst. It didnít happen. I was then sure it would happen the next day but it didnít happen then either. After 3 days of worrying I finally decided I had gotten away with it and I was safe.

What did you do that you dodged the bullet on and what were expecting if you hadnít?

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Subject: Mouth soaping

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Date Posted: 14:43:48 12/18/17 Mon

Did anyone ever get a bar of soap put in their mouth for lying or cursing? I never did. Curse words were never a problem for me when I was a kid and if I ever lied I would get spanked but that didn't happen very often either. My cousin once told me that my aunt her mom put soap in her mouth for cursing. My parents never used that as punishment.

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