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Subject: The spanking you didn't get


Author:
Dan
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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: Re: The spanking you didn't get


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Jer
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Date Posted: 17:28:34 12/07/17 Thu

When I was 16 (11th grade) I got into a couple of fights in school. The first was in a teacher's classroom for which our Vice Principal essentially did nothing, which surprised everyone especially the teacher.

The second was in the school cafeteria, which was a real doozy. Every school has a bully who is tops of all bullies. I detested the guy but up until that day had avoided him.

He broke into line ahead of me and I, while looking at the food line and under my breath so that no one but he could hear me , said, "You f*** with me today, Turner, and I'm gone beat your g**d*** a**." And then I walked away as if nothing had happened...wondering why in the world I had said that.

I took a seat near the cinder block wall, at one of those long cafeteria tables, surrounded by several friends. As I should have expected, Turner came up behind me and tried to shove my face into my plate of food.

I immediately got up, making sure his back was to the wall and not mine, and hit him in the face pretty hard. He of course, hit me back in the face which knocked me back several feet. But I had open space behind me and so could be knocked back several feet.

We had two cafeteria tables on either side of us and he had his back to the cinder block wall. And I responded to his lick with taking a running start towards him and planting the best haymaker I could come up with squarely under his eye.

This stunned him. And, having no room to back up, it smashed the back of his head against the wall. He was momentarily incapacitated.

Now, my theory about fighting has always been that I'd never start a fight with anyone unless I intended to hurt them...real bad. (Why else start a fight?) So I presume anyone starting a fight with me has the same intention. That being the case, any fight I've ever been in began with me picking up the heaviest object within reach and hitting them with it as hard as I could...and keep on hitting them as hard as I could until they are no longer capable of fighting back. (To hell with that 'fair fight' nonsense. I don't want to get hurt.)

So, once I had stunned the guy I grabbed him by the throat, pinned him against the wall, and continued to beat him in the face as hard as I could for as long as I could. Every lick resulting in hitting him in the face and bashing the back of his head against the wall.

I beat him until I couldn't hold him up any longer and finally let him drop to the floor.

This was all with an audience of several hundred other students.

I then left...still really angry.

I went to the library to cool off, feeling certain someone would be coming to get me pretty soon. I felt certain that SOMEBODY was going to paddle the living hell out of me for that. I couldn't see how I was going to get out of that.

Sure enough it wasn't long before the president of the student council came looking for me. He sat down across the table from me and said, "Mr. Killings (our VP) told me to tell you that he's not going to do anything about this."

Still fuming I told him, "Ain't nothing he CAN do." Of course there was but I was mad. He told me, "Calm down. There's nothing he wants to do. Turner has been starting fights all over school for months and this was probably what it was going to take to stop him."

"Oh."

Then he added, "But Mr. Killings does say you need to stop beating up people because he can't keep ignoring this forever."

"OK." I told him.

I never beat up anybody in school again. Never had to.

Turner never came back to that school but transferred to a military academy in the northern part of the state as soon as he got out of the hospital.

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[> Subject: Re: The spanking you didn't get


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JackP
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Date Posted: 20:17:26 12/07/17 Thu

The summer that I was fifteen, my cousin and I spent a great deal of time chasing girls and getting in trouble. On one occasion, I spent the night at my cousin's house when his father, my uncle, was out of town. When my aunt went to bed, we waited until we were sure that she was asleep and, then, took my uncle's car. We drove to my cousin's girlfriend's house and picked up my cousin's girlfriend and her best friend and went "parking." The four of us spent a couple of hours indulging our teenage lust, but eventually, the girls became worried that they had been gone too long and would be discovered missing if they did not go home. I drove back with the best friend cuddled up next to me while my cousin and his girlfriend continued their explorations in the back seat. We dropped the girls off without incident and drove home feeling wonderful. Unfortunately, in pulling my uncle's car into the garage, I scratched the rear fender. At first, we were terrified. Upon checking the fender, however, we decided that the damage was insignificant enough to go unnoticed. We completely got away with it. A week passed and my cousin called me one night and told me that the girls wanted to rendezvous again and that he would pick them up and, then, come and get me. I waited and waited, but my cousin never arrived. I assumed that something had prevented the escapade, and went to bed. The next day my cousin called me and told me what had happened. He had successfully liberated the car and picked up the girls, but on their way to get me, they had been pulled over by the police. My cousin, being fifteen, had no driver's license and, still worse, the policeman recognized " the best friend" as the daughter of one of his colleagues. Parents were called, children were scolded, and children were dragged home where, in each instance, children were spanked within an inch of their lives. My uncle was particularly unhappy because he noticed the scratched fender and blamed it on my cousin. My cousin advised me to keep my mouth shut about the earlier trip that we all had taken. He said that all the parents assumed that this was the first time the girls and my cousin had taken the car and that if I told anyone about the first night that we had all gotten together, everyone involved would get another butt whooping. I kept the secret, but always felt guilty that my friends got their bare butts tanned and I got away unscathed.

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[> [> Subject: Re: The spanking you didn't get


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Jumi to Kim
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Date Posted: 10:04:05 12/10/17 Sun

What a story. But Cindy could have easily avoded the paddle the second time.

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[> Subject: Re: The spanking you didn't get


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Kim (Not proud of this.)
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Date Posted: 06:23:52 12/08/17 Fri

First, let me say Iím not particularly proud of this but it happened long ago when I was 15.
We lived in the country. The summer I was 15, a family moved into a house down the road and mom told me they had a daughter about my age. I road my bike down there, knocked on the door and politely introduced myself to their mother. She called her kids and introduced them. Cindy, 14 and Candy, 12. The mother suggested they show me their tree house. It was behind their house in a big oak tree. We all climbed up and started talking. I answered their questions about the area and what to expect when school started next week. Then, I decided it was time for them to see how cool I was. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Instead of being impressed, they started whining that I couldnít smoke up there and that I was going to get them in trouble. I told them to chill out and offered the cigarette to Cindy. She refused saying sheíd tried smoking and didnít like it. Then I offered it to the 12 year old (I know, that was bad). Cindy slapped my hand away and said ďSheís only 12!Ē I told them all the kids around there smoked and finally goaded Cindy into taking a small puff. She started coughing and obviously didnít like it, just like she had said. I sat there and smoked, trying to look like the actresses Iíd seen on TV. By now, it was obvious we didnít have a lot in common, so I left. As I was leaving, I told Cindy that both of them needed to brush their teeth real good and wash their faces before they were around their parents.
When I got home, I brushed my teeth and hair, and put on some perfume. Soon after, our dog barked, indicating we had company. I went to see who it was and was shocked to see it was the girlís mother, Mrs. Tabor, and she was telling my parents that I had been smoking in their tree house! My parents gave me that LOOK and my butt started tingling. Iíd already gotten a good whippiní for smoking and now I was in serious trouble! My mom asked if that was true and I decided it was my word against those goody-two-shoes and denied it. Mom asked Mrs. Tabor if sheíd seen me smoking and Mrs. Tabor said ďNo I didnít actually see her. All I know is that I saw Kim leave and then about 10 minutes later my girls came out of the tree house and they smelled like cigarettes and when I questioned them, they said Kim was the one smoking.Ē My mom grabbed me and started smelling my breath, then passed me to dad who did the same thing. They both admitted they couldnít smell it on me. Then I was passed to Mrs. Tabor. She made me cough and smelled my hair, then admitted that she couldnít smell it on me either. Then Mrs. Tabor started apologizing to my parents and told me she was really sorry to have accused me of this. My parents told her it was OK, that they would want to know about anything I did. I acted hurt but told her it was OK. As she was leaving, she said ďYouíll have to excuse me, I need to get a bar of soap and a switch and teach my children a lesson they wonít forget!Ē I wanted to tell her that Candy didnít smoke, but I couldnít. But at least I had good intentions. :(
Iíd like to say that was the end of Cindyís misadventures with me, but it wasnít. School started the next week and I was already on the bus when it stopped to pick up Cindy and Candy. As soon as Cindy saw me, she went insane. She threw her lunch at me and then started choking me, screaming that her and her sister had been spanked and grounded for what I had started. The bus driver had to break it up and reported it. Because I didnít hit her back (I was to over whelmed by her craziness) I didnít get in trouble. But Cindy got paddled her first day at the new school.
We never did become friends.

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[> [> Subject: Re: The spanking you didn't get


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Jer
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Date Posted: 10:07:18 12/08/17 Fri

Yeah Kim, that's probably not the best way to kick off a great friendship.

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[> [> Subject: Re: The spanking you didn't get


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Alfred22
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Date Posted: 22:50:33 07/05/18 Thu

I found the world filled with "fake news" about smoking for a long time. Kids were severely punished for trying what half the adult world did and pretended was not dangerous for them.

So many hard spankings for testing out tobacco were hypocritically administered it makes me angry to this day.

Anyway Kim had many important life skills that were demonstrated in that incident. She can congratulate herself on her acting, her quick thinking under pressure, and her willingness to accept the well-deserved "beating" she got on the school bus. The idiot mother is the one that should have had to eat soap and to feel the switch for not accepting her daughters truthful and sincere denials. I find so many of these real life cases to be instances of parental bullying. This one is especially annoying because the recipients were truly and totally innocent.

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[> Subject: Re: The spanking you didn't get


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Gary Steven
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Date Posted: 08:12:40 06/06/20 Sat

I got my last spanking when I was fifteen, but there were several times I was threatened with one as long as I lived under my parents' roof. The closest I came to actually getting one was when I was nineteen. It was grad night and I came home with a police escort, very drunk after 2am. I had to go back to school the next day to pick up my things and turn in my books. As well as take my sister to school. Mom came to my room to talk with me about the night before. She informed me that the night before was the closest I came to getting my bare butt spanked since I was fifteen and I laughed in spite of myself. She got angry thinking I was laughing at her and made me give her my belt. Then told me to pull my pants down and bend over the bed. My fourteen year old sister was standing wide eyed in the hall way while this was going on. I started stammering trying to talk my way out of it while I pulled my pants and underwear down while mom stood there glaring at me with my folded belt in her hand. I finally told her I wasn't laughing at her and said, "The shape I was in last night, not only would I not have felt it, I wouldn't have even known it." Then she started to laugh too. She put the belt down and told me to finish getting ready.

At school, I noticed not only a lot of my class mates were suffering from hang overs but many were having difficulty sitting down. It turned out a LOT of my classmates got spankings either when they got in from their parties or when they got up before coming to school. Several told me about getting spanked bare as well (pretty commonplace in those days). I was asked if I got spanked and told them I got off lucky. I started thinking after finding out how many of my classmates got spanked, maybe I should have gone ahead and let my mom spank me too, even though it would have been really embarassing to get my bare butt spanked at nineteen. Even to this day at sixty, I still feel that way.

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[> Subject: Re: The spanking you didn't get


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Adam K
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Date Posted: 11:18:28 06/29/20 Mon

Yes, when I was 12 I was at the mall because my mom had to do some shopping and had a terrible attitude the whole time. I felt like I had been dragged there and was old enough to stay home by myself. I kept complaining, whining, back talking, and just generally being a pain.

It finally came to a head after I loudly sighed and complained about wanting to go home. My mom snapped and said she was fed up with my attitude and I would get a spanking as soon as we got home.

I was dumbstruck and didnít say another word the rest of the outing. When we got home Mom sent me to my room right away. I thought I was just moments away from getting spanked and was terrified.

Some time passed, and I thought she was just drawing out the waiting for me to ďthink about it.Ē As a full hour passed, I still was dreading my impending spanking. But it never came. Eventually I left my room to go about the rest of the day and Mom never mentioned the incident again.

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