I Enjoy Hearing Childhood Spanking Memories
Ok so this was going to be just a quick intro on who I am and a quick spanking story to entertain, but morphed into something I am scared to read now, lol, so HI All Brain has arrived. I did not proof read this all too well.
As a child I was spanked quite a bit. I definitely believe this to be the reason I love to give spankings today. I am not complaining, just seems a bit excessive to have that hanging over you as you go thru puberty. It's confusing enough, who the hell are you going to talk to about enjoying the finer parts of spanking at age 13. My sisters and I as early as I can remember, going back to at least 5 years old played spanking games. We would take turns being the parent and as a kid we always wanted to be the bottoms, the top was always bummed out. Weird how that's changed, I like a good spanking but it's always better to give then receive. I will have to think further on that, it might have something to do with growing up. Now as kids, there was never any known sexuality to the games we played, well, that we knew about at the time. As I got older I would get erections during our games, but due to my catholic up bringing had no clue what was happening to me (I remember a time as a little kid 5-6, shopping with my mom and telling her, as walking thru the women's skimpy section it made my penis hard. Typical mom ignored that question and told me not to talk about that and set in motion a childhood full of confusion including getting in trouble at school maybe a year or two later for bringing tags off women's underwear to school and showing my friends. I just liked it, it felt good. My parents were such morons. Same reasons exist why I was molested as a kid, by 2 different people. But that's another story. I am so mental.
My sisters and I, and the occasional sisters friend (I would always be trying to get my sisters to play when there friends were over, yes I was a deviant) had an unspoken rule: we did not talk about are games. I guess we felt we were doing wrong, and well, as I see it know it was all innocent, but there was some unknown sexuality to it we were all feeling. Parents really should talk to there kids.
It seems to me and this is just my opinion that if a child no longer hugs there parents, or I should say, has lost the close physical affection between parent and child, spankings are no longer received mentally as correction and then it becomes a way to just control, in turn the kid is not thinking "wow that was wrong I feel bad I won't do that again", instead it's, "wow that sucked I won't get caught doing that again". Well that is just an opinion, I am the only research that I have done on that theory.
The last time I received an actual spanking (not gonna count being smacked around) I was 13, and I'm pretty sure top 2 of most embarrassing. I probably earned most of the spankings I received as a kid, but there are those that just pissed me off.
On this particular day, it was summer, a friend and I were just goofing around, and bored. He wanted to go to the local community pool and hang out. I asked my dad if I could go and if I could have a dollar to get in. He said no. I was confused and asked the normal questions. "why?" I'm sure a dozen times or so in a dozen different ways till he had enough and I got the final "NO, because i said so"that always ends conversation. So my next approach was, "well can I at least walk over there and then come back?" I got a yes to that one and was outa there fast before he changed his mind.
We got there well enough, and of course, my friend talked me into staying and paid my dollar for me to get in. Now I was worried and he said he had to call his mom and tell her he was there and would have her call my dad and tell him (ahhh life before cell phones). My dad was ever so pissed, he told my friends mom (she was actually best friends with my mom) I would be getting a spanking when I got home, this became known to the entire neighborhood before I even left for home.
My friend and I went back to my place when the pool closed. As soon as i got home i knew i was in trouble because my dad just said to get to my room. My friend had disappeared for a bit probably we ran into some other friends but what I remember was he was back with others and as I was walking in the house I heard them ask if I could play and my dad just said no he won't be going out any more today. Yah I think they got the point...I had 2 sisters growing up, and we had a lot of luck at times talking our parents out of spanking us. My sisters were much more skilled at this then I, but we always tried. I put the best I had into it, I lied, I begged, I tried my best, but to no avail. I was about to receive my last spanking. (from my parents anyway...) Now my dad must of had a bit of imagination I never saw as a kid, but now thinking about this I wonder. It seems he always had a new position he wanted to spank me in, might of been because I grew or who knows but this time I had to lay at the foot of my bed and I had my hands above my head as he began. He used a the typical black belt, he never had any number he was gonna give, I guess he just spanked till he thought our crying was sincere and loud enough. And this was the case here, only a bit different. I was not gonna cry I was gonna be a tough guy, but as my butt began to get hot, I started to get hard. I tried to mentally to put myself in a different place, in a game. But that did not last long because my butt was going through that transition from super sting, to I can't take this anymore. The cries started the hands started to block and my dad was saying "move your hands" every other swing of the belt. When he was done he left the room and I cried for a bit. But I was more pissed and embarrassed than anything, and that set up the worst most confusing few years of my life. My parents never took anytime to explain why we were being punished or time after to let us know we were loved, and we were forgiven. In fact my parents seemed more pissed after spanking us then before, but that could be bad memory. I do smoke a lot of pot...
Ok so this was going to be just a quick intro on who I am and a quick spanking story to entertain, but morfed into something I am scared to read now, lol, so HI All Brain has arrived.
As a child I was spanked quite a bit. I definitely believe this to be the reason I love to give spankings today. I am not complaining, just seems a bit excessive to have that hanging over you as you go thru puberty. It's confusing enough, who the hell are you going to talk to about enjoying the finer parts of spanking at age 13. My sisters and I as early as I can remember, going back to at least 5 years old played spanking games. We would take turns being the parent and as a kid we always wanted to be the bottoms, the top was always bummed out. Weird how that's changed, I like a good spanking but it's always better to give then receive. I will have to think further on that, it might have something to do with growing up. Now as kids, there was never any known sexuality to the games we played, well, that we knew about at the time. As I got older I would get erections during our games, but due to my catholic up bringing had no clue what was happening to me (I remember a time as a little kid 5-6, shopping with my mom and telling her, as walking thru the women's skimpy section it made my penis hard. Typical mom ignored that question and told me not to talk about that and set in motion a childhood full of confusion including getting in trouble at school maybe a year or two later for bringing tags off women's underwear to school and showing my friends. I just liked it, it felt good. My parents were such morons. Same reasons exist why I was molested as a kid, by 2 different people. But that's another story. I am so mental.
My sisters and I, and the occasional sisters friend (I would always be trying to get my sisters to play when there friends were over, yes I was a deviant) had an unspoken rule: we did not talk about are games. I guess we felt we were doing wrong, and well, as I see it know it was all innocent, but there was some unknown sexuality to it we were all feeling. Parents really should talk to there kids.
It seems to me and this is just my opinion that if a child no longer hugs there parents, or I should say, has lost the close physical affection between parent and child, spankings are no longer received mentally as correction and then it becomes a way to just control, in turn the kid is not thinking "wow that was wrong I feel bad I won't do that again", instead it's, "wow that sucked I won't get caught doing that again". Well that is just an opinion, I am the only research that I have done on that theory.
The last time I received an actual spanking (not gonna count being smacked around) I was 13, and I'm pretty sure top 2 of most embarrassing. I probably earned most of the spankings I received as a kid, but there are those that just pissed me off.
On this particular day, it was summer, a friend and I were just goofing around, and bored. He wanted to go to the local community pool and hang out. I asked my dad if I could go and if I could have a dollar to get in. He said no. I was confused and asked the normal questions. "why?" I'm sure a dozen times or so in a dozen different ways till he had enough and I got the final "NO, because i said so"that always ends conversation. So my next approach was, "well can I at least walk over there and then come back?" I got a yes to that one and was outa there fast before he changed his mind.
We got there well enough, and of course, my friend talked me into staying and paid my dollar for me to get in. Now I was worried and he said he had to call his mom and tell her he was there and would have her call my dad and tell him (ahhh life before cell phones). My dad was ever so pissed, he told my friends mom (she was actually best friends with my mom) I would be getting a spanking when I got home, this became known to the entire neighborhood before I even left for home.
My friend and I went back to my place when the pool closed. As soon as i got home i knew i was in trouble because my dad just said to get to my room. My friend had disappeared for a bit probably we ran into some other friends but what I remember was he was back with others and as I was walking in the house I heard them ask if I could play and my dad just said no he won't be going out any more today. Yah I think they got the point...I had 2 sisters growing up, and we had a lot of luck at times talking our parents out of spanking us. My sisters were much more skilled at this then I, but we always tried. I put the best I had into it, I lied, I begged, I tried my best, but to no avail. I was about to receive my last spanking. (from my parents anyway...) Now my dad must of had a bit of imagination I never saw as a kid, but now thinking about this I wonder. It seems he always had a new position he wanted to spank me in, might of been because I grew or who knows but this time I had to lay at the foot of my bed and I had my hands above my head as he began. He used a the typical black belt, he never had any number he was gonna give, I guess he just spanked till he thought our crying was sincere and loud enough. And this was the case here, only a bit different. I was not gonna cry I was gonna be a tough guy, but as my butt began to get hot, I started to get hard. I tried to mentally to put myself in a different place, in a game. But that did not last long because my butt was going through that transition from super sting, to I can't take this anymore. The cries started the hands started to block and my dad was saying "move your hands" every other swing of the belt. When he was done he left the room and I cried for a bit. But I was more pissed and embarrassed than anything, and that set up the worst most confusing few years of my life. My parents never took anytime to explain why we were being punished or time after to let us know we were loved, and we were forgiven. In fact my parents seemed more pissed after spanking us then before, but that could be bad memory. I do smoke a lot of pot...
Ok so this was going to be just a quick intro on who I am and a quick spanking story to entertain, but morfed into something I am scared to read now, lol, so HI All Brain has arrived.
By:
Brainfun
Age:
36-40
,
Male
