I Got Spanked As a Kid
It was a sweltering hot afternoon in the summer of 1968 in a smaller rural town in the Midwest. I was 12 and my mom was then 31 and had been divorced from my dad since I was 2. Being a single parent, mom sometimes found it hard to raise a son and she occasionally resorted to spanking. That particular day I should have kept her willingness to spank in mind.
Mom was in a somewhat cranky mood and, for that matter, so was I. The weather had been very warm and humid for weeks, and that morning I'd really sassed her back but received only a severe look that should have served as a warning of something a lot worse if I didn't straighten up. About 4:00 in the afternoon mom said she had to go to the convenience store about 2 blocks away, Jensen's Northside Market, to get a few items for supper and I decided I'd go along.
Mom didn't have a car so we had to walk. I can still remember that she had her hair tied back with a bandana, and that she was wearing a yellow and white print sundress and sunglasses. We walked on the grass part of the way to the store because we were both barefoot and the pavement was extra hot. I know I was wearing jeans.
We got to Jensen's Market and mom got a cart and started picking up stuff. I thought ice cream would taste good and asked her if she'd buy a box, but she said no. The truth is that money was somewhat short and she probably couldn't afford it right then, but try convincing a hot and cranky 12 year old of that! I was getting insistent about it, and mom just said "put that back, I'm not getting it." So, mad and disappointed, I half threw the box back into the dairy case and made my biggest mistake of the day: using the "F" Word. Even though I said it under my breath and out of frustration, it didn't matter. Mom just glared at me and then said she was tired of my sassing all the time and that when we got home I was in for a licking. Then she just walked away up towards the checkout.
All during our walk back home I kept saying stuff like I was sorry and wouldn't talk back anymore, but mom just ignored me and hardly spoke a word. I could tell she was ticked off and it really began to sink in that I was going to get a spanking that night.
When we got home mom set the grocery bag on the kitchen table and walked into her bedroom. She came out carrying an old brown leather strap she'd used on me since I was 10. (Before that she'd spanked just with her hand.) She sat down on the couch and ordered me to come over by her. She started scolding me for being bratty and mouthy, and wouldn't let me get a word in. She just cut me off and really lectured me. Just as I started trying to whine that I was sorry, etc., mom reached over and undid the snap of my jeans and slid down my underpants. She grabbed my left arm and drew me right across her lap and then took my right wrist and held it against my side. My head was hanging down so I was looking right at her feet and this was really humiliating. I remember yelling "MOM PLEASE DON'T" and "I'LL BE GOOD !" but I couldn't talk my way out of it. She swung the strap down fast and hard across my bottom about 12 times and gave me another two swats across the backs of my legs. I was crying and kicking hard before it was over.
When mom let me up I was literally doing The Spanky Dance, rubbing my scalded 12 year old bottom and bawling at the top of my lungs. To make matters worse I got sent to bed right then and without supper. We didn't have air conditioning and I still remember laying face down on my bed crying from the sting and being miserably hot. The sun was still up for hours and I could hear the other neighborhood kids out playing, which really added to the punishment.
I admit that I earned that punishment. Also, I knew better than to resist or to try to refuse. Mom always warned me that if I tried that she'd call my uncle to do it, and I didn't need to be told that a strapping from him would be a lot worse. As it happened I was spanked by him one time later on. I got the strap a few more times as a teenager from mom and also got swats with the paddle in school, but this is the spanking that I really remember the best.
Brad
Mom was in a somewhat cranky mood and, for that matter, so was I. The weather had been very warm and humid for weeks, and that morning I'd really sassed her back but received only a severe look that should have served as a warning of something a lot worse if I didn't straighten up. About 4:00 in the afternoon mom said she had to go to the convenience store about 2 blocks away, Jensen's Northside Market, to get a few items for supper and I decided I'd go along.
Mom didn't have a car so we had to walk. I can still remember that she had her hair tied back with a bandana, and that she was wearing a yellow and white print sundress and sunglasses. We walked on the grass part of the way to the store because we were both barefoot and the pavement was extra hot. I know I was wearing jeans.
We got to Jensen's Market and mom got a cart and started picking up stuff. I thought ice cream would taste good and asked her if she'd buy a box, but she said no. The truth is that money was somewhat short and she probably couldn't afford it right then, but try convincing a hot and cranky 12 year old of that! I was getting insistent about it, and mom just said "put that back, I'm not getting it." So, mad and disappointed, I half threw the box back into the dairy case and made my biggest mistake of the day: using the "F" Word. Even though I said it under my breath and out of frustration, it didn't matter. Mom just glared at me and then said she was tired of my sassing all the time and that when we got home I was in for a licking. Then she just walked away up towards the checkout.
All during our walk back home I kept saying stuff like I was sorry and wouldn't talk back anymore, but mom just ignored me and hardly spoke a word. I could tell she was ticked off and it really began to sink in that I was going to get a spanking that night.
When we got home mom set the grocery bag on the kitchen table and walked into her bedroom. She came out carrying an old brown leather strap she'd used on me since I was 10. (Before that she'd spanked just with her hand.) She sat down on the couch and ordered me to come over by her. She started scolding me for being bratty and mouthy, and wouldn't let me get a word in. She just cut me off and really lectured me. Just as I started trying to whine that I was sorry, etc., mom reached over and undid the snap of my jeans and slid down my underpants. She grabbed my left arm and drew me right across her lap and then took my right wrist and held it against my side. My head was hanging down so I was looking right at her feet and this was really humiliating. I remember yelling "MOM PLEASE DON'T" and "I'LL BE GOOD !" but I couldn't talk my way out of it. She swung the strap down fast and hard across my bottom about 12 times and gave me another two swats across the backs of my legs. I was crying and kicking hard before it was over.
When mom let me up I was literally doing The Spanky Dance, rubbing my scalded 12 year old bottom and bawling at the top of my lungs. To make matters worse I got sent to bed right then and without supper. We didn't have air conditioning and I still remember laying face down on my bed crying from the sting and being miserably hot. The sun was still up for hours and I could hear the other neighborhood kids out playing, which really added to the punishment.
I admit that I earned that punishment. Also, I knew better than to resist or to try to refuse. Mom always warned me that if I tried that she'd call my uncle to do it, and I didn't need to be told that a strapping from him would be a lot worse. As it happened I was spanked by him one time later on. I got the strap a few more times as a teenager from mom and also got swats with the paddle in school, but this is the spanking that I really remember the best.
Brad
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Brad1956
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