I Remember Being Spanked Bare Bottomed Over The Knee
My mother spanked me for every offense, whether it be minor or major....the only debate was whether it be by paddle or belt.
Spankings were very ritualistic. Wherever, I did something wrong, she would yell at me and tell me to get the paddle/belt, which hung in the closet in the kitchen. I would then bring the instrument into her bedroom. She then would tell me to pull down my pants, and underwear....if I resisted, she would say "I am not interested in looking at you, I am just going to beat your bottom until you can't sit for a week." It was so humiliating to pull your pants down in front of your mother.
After pulling down my pants, if it was a belt spanking, I would lay on the bed. If it were a paddle spanking, it would be over her knee.
Once in position, she held true to her word and would spank me at least 10 times, usually more, leaving my rear end bright red, with bruises and welts. I then would have to stand up and show her my rear end and look at it in mirror. If I committed the offense while her friends were present, she would invite her friends into the bedroom to watch me take my spanking. This continued until I was 14 years old.
When I was 18, I got in trouble for skipping school, when she asked what my punishment should be, I said a belt spanking . . . she disagreed. I asked her what was the most times she ever hit me with the belt, and she replied "20 times." I then came to her with the belt in hand and said that a belt spanking was the worst punishment and I deserve double the punishment, so 40 spanks with the belt on my bare rear end. (little did she know that I wanted to be spanked) She then agreed and asked when I wanted to do this, and I said "right now" . . . so we went into her bedroom, I pulled me pants and underpants to my ankled and over her bed. She then hit me 40 times with the belt, each one, very hard. When she was done, I remember looking at my rear end and it was all red and purple, with these big lines across my cheeks.
Spankings were very ritualistic. Wherever, I did something wrong, she would yell at me and tell me to get the paddle/belt, which hung in the closet in the kitchen. I would then bring the instrument into her bedroom. She then would tell me to pull down my pants, and underwear....if I resisted, she would say "I am not interested in looking at you, I am just going to beat your bottom until you can't sit for a week." It was so humiliating to pull your pants down in front of your mother.
After pulling down my pants, if it was a belt spanking, I would lay on the bed. If it were a paddle spanking, it would be over her knee.
Once in position, she held true to her word and would spank me at least 10 times, usually more, leaving my rear end bright red, with bruises and welts. I then would have to stand up and show her my rear end and look at it in mirror. If I committed the offense while her friends were present, she would invite her friends into the bedroom to watch me take my spanking. This continued until I was 14 years old.
When I was 18, I got in trouble for skipping school, when she asked what my punishment should be, I said a belt spanking . . . she disagreed. I asked her what was the most times she ever hit me with the belt, and she replied "20 times." I then came to her with the belt in hand and said that a belt spanking was the worst punishment and I deserve double the punishment, so 40 spanks with the belt on my bare rear end. (little did she know that I wanted to be spanked) She then agreed and asked when I wanted to do this, and I said "right now" . . . so we went into her bedroom, I pulled me pants and underpants to my ankled and over her bed. She then hit me 40 times with the belt, each one, very hard. When she was done, I remember looking at my rear end and it was all red and purple, with these big lines across my cheeks.
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Age:
26-30
