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>I was 8 years old by the time I got my first "real >spanking", so it's a very clear memory for me. When I >was still a pre-schooler my mom had given a few swats, >but they didn't amount to much. By third grade, the >lack of discipline was reflected in my behavior at >home and also at school. This led to a decision by my >parents to change their philosophy with me. > >That first spanking came after a negative >parent/teacher conference and was administered by my >mother. She told me what she intended to do and if I >didn't cooperate, she'd just ask my dad to do it. I >knew I didn't want that and remember thinking that a >few smacks from mom couldn't be all that bad. The >first surprise came when she fetched a wooden spatula >before accompanying me to my room. Still pretty >confident, I bent over and waited for her to apply it >to the seat of my pants. Instead, she sat on my bed >and ordered me to pull my pants and underpants down >and lay across her lap. Even at age 8, this was pretty >mortifying but the worst was yet to come. It turned >out that mom was an accomplished spanker and really >blistered me with that spatula. > >That was the first, but far from the last spanking I >received from her. > > > > > >>My first spanking memory is actually my first actual >>memory. >> >>I would have been four at the time that this happened. >> My Mum had a Mama Doll called Heather which her Mum >>had given her when she was a little girl. It could >>actually when activated say the word "Moma". Anyway I >>at some time though it would be a good idea to >>embelish Heather by drawing all over her face with >>felt tip pens! My mother understanably, upon >>discovering my artwork was none too pleased. Even to >>this day I can clearly remember her storming into my >>bedroom with the doll in her hand and shoving it in >>front of my face scolding me for naughtiness. I think >>the gist of it was that the doll was very precious to >>her, and how I needed to show some respect for other >>peoples property, etc.... But far more than the words >>what I do remember was this feeling of fear and >>foreboding that I had. That something unpleasant was >>about to happen. And those fears were more than >>justified. >> >>Grabbing hold of me, Mum inserted her fingers into the >>waistband of my shorts and in one swift motion yanked >>down my pants and underpants. She then sat down on >>the edge of my bed and bent me over one of her knees. >>Then the spanking started. A fast and furious barrage >>of slaps that stung and burned as they connected with >>my bottom! Even to this day I can recall just how >>much they hurt! I screamed cried and sobbed as the >>heat built up on my buttocks! I had received >>individual smacks to my bottom and legs before and >>even a short series of slaps on my bottom; sometimes >>in a standing position with my trosers and pants down! >> That was painful enough! But this was a step up! A >>different league! This was a real hiding! A proper >>spanking! Mum was teaching me a lesson! I don't know >>how long I was over her knee but it was I suspect for >>a good solid minute! Maybe a little longer! And it >>was to be a spanking I would never forget! >> >>So that was my first spanking memory and also my first >>real memory! A trumatic one at that! >> >>What were other forum members first memories >>concerning spanking?

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