I Anyone Got Spanked In Public
When I was a little boy in the late 50s and early 60s, we had what was called a Comfort Station, right on main street, in my small home town of 5000 where everyone knew everyone. It was reserved for women and their younger children. It had a lounge area with several chairs and a restroom. Ladies would go there during their shopping trips just to sit, rest and talk or watch through the window as their neighbor's went about their shopping. It was especially popular among elderly women who tired more easily during a trip to town.
Unfortunately for me, and I am sure quite a few other children of the time, it also doubled as a place for a mother to take a misbehaving child for a spanking. I paid a few visits to it with my mother for such things as straying off when I was smaller, to whining to get a toy in the dime store after I had already been told "NO", on more than one occasion, and shooting pedestrians with a pea shooter when I was old enough to know better....
Instead of spanking me in a store or on the sidewalk, my mother would lead me to the Comfort Station. Seemingly an agonizingly long, but actually very short, walk from any downtown store. Regardless of who might be in the Comfort Station she would take my pants down, put me over her knee and spank me on the bare bottom. Unfortunately for me it was never empty when I was taken there.
Once, on a rainy day, it was full! Standing room only. A woman had her young daughter vacate a chair saying, to the best of my memory, "Come here honey, it looks like Mrs. B needs to get to the bottom of a problem." My mother thanked her and apologized to everyone there, explaining that I was being a handful and needed to be taken down a peg or two. No one objected and no one left to go out into the thunderstorm's downpour as mom pulled my pants and underwear down and blistered my behind.
I suspect that getting soaked with rain while taking me to there did not improve mom's disposition, as it was the worst and longest spanking I ever got in that type of place and being at the upper age limit for a boy to be taken in the Comfort Station made it even more mortifying than when I was younger. After the spanking I pulled my pants up and stood there looking at the floor. All I wanted to do was get out of there, but it was raining so we stayed and I had to listen to everyone talk about child discipline and how well spanking worked, blah, blah, blah.
I did not receive as many spankings at the Comfort Station as it may sound, and the reason for that is because it was mortifying and effective. Even worse than a spanking in front of others at home. Getting dragged there was like a death sentence to a little boy between the ages of 5 and 10.
The Comfort Station closed down in the 70s as better roads to larger cities with shopping malls and department stores flourished. Lack of use made it an unwanted community expense for the small businesses in town that were slowly starting to die. I missed the shopping but not the Comfort Station. I am sure there were some mom's who missed a place to take a naughty son or daughter to for an impromptu spanking and some Ladies who missed the occasional opportunity to witness the spanking of a naughty boy or girl by their mother. Those truly were the good old days.
Unfortunately for me, and I am sure quite a few other children of the time, it also doubled as a place for a mother to take a misbehaving child for a spanking. I paid a few visits to it with my mother for such things as straying off when I was smaller, to whining to get a toy in the dime store after I had already been told "NO", on more than one occasion, and shooting pedestrians with a pea shooter when I was old enough to know better....
Instead of spanking me in a store or on the sidewalk, my mother would lead me to the Comfort Station. Seemingly an agonizingly long, but actually very short, walk from any downtown store. Regardless of who might be in the Comfort Station she would take my pants down, put me over her knee and spank me on the bare bottom. Unfortunately for me it was never empty when I was taken there.
Once, on a rainy day, it was full! Standing room only. A woman had her young daughter vacate a chair saying, to the best of my memory, "Come here honey, it looks like Mrs. B needs to get to the bottom of a problem." My mother thanked her and apologized to everyone there, explaining that I was being a handful and needed to be taken down a peg or two. No one ob
I suspect that getting soaked with rain while taking me to there did not improve mom's disposition, as it was the worst and longest spanking I ever got in that type of place and being at the upper age limit for a boy to be taken in the Comfort Station made it even more mortifying than when I was younger. After the spanking I pulled my pants up and stood there looking at the floor. All I wanted to do was get out of there, but it was raining so we stayed and I had to listen to everyone talk about child discipline and how well spanking worked, blah, blah, blah.
I did not receive as many spankings at the Comfort Station as it may sound, and the reason for that is because it was mortifying and effective. Even worse than a spanking in front of others at home. Getting dragged there was like a death sentence to a little boy between the ages of 5 and 10.
The Comfort Station closed down in the 70s as better roads to larger cities with shopping malls and department stores flourished. Lack of use made it an unwanted community expense for the small businesses in town that were slowly starting to die. I missed the shopping but not the Comfort Station. I am sure there were some mom's who missed a place to take a naughty son or daughter to for an impromptu spanking and some Ladies who missed the occasional opportunity to witness the spanking of a naughty boy or girl by their mother. Those truly were the good old days.
By:
oldfarmboy2000
Age:
56-60
,
Male
