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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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