Over Her KneeLike many on this forum I was a kid during the sixties and seventies, a time when children being smacked was entirely normal. I would also add that as a kid I was quite naughty and with one exception my punishments were entirely deserved.
My Dad had left home so I was raised by my Mum, she was a firm believer in getting to the seat of the problem, so whenever I was really naughty I was in for a good hiding. Mostly she used to smack me with her hand but sometimes, if the crime warranted it, then she would use an imlement, sometimes a belt or a slipper a few times when I was older I had to fetch a cane or switch from the garden.
However she chose to punish me, there were two things that were always true. Firstly my punishments were always on my bare bottom, I cannot remember ever being punished any other way. Secondly she would punish long and hard enough for me to be crying like a baby at the end of it.
One of the punishments I remember was when I was about ten, I had been reprted for stealing some money from an honesty box and we had a visit from the Police. When they left she said "you know what is going to happen next don't you?" I nodden and said I was going to get a smacked bottom.
It was odd because unlike all my other spankings I almost wanted this one as I felt so guilty about what I had done. She sat forward on the sofa, smoothed her skirt out and told me to take down my trousers and underpants.Normally at this point I would be pleading not to be smacked or to be allowed to keep my trousers up. (it never worked). But this time I just dropped my trousers to my ankles, and your pants she said. I asked if it was going to be hard, and she asked me if that was what I deserved? I said it was and pulled my pants down.
Then came the words I always dreaded, "Bend over my knee!" again this time there was no protest from me and I lay across her lap. The first smack seemed to take ages, there was a loud slap of hand on bare flesh and my backside stung like fury but before I could recover from the first a second landed. She smacked hard and methodically covering all of my bottom and the tops of my legs.
Because i felt I deserved it, I had decided to accept my punishment, so I didn't try to argue, I tried not to cry but that didn't last long, I tried not to struggle or to beg her to stop. But by the end I was crying like a baby and doing all of the above.