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How My Parents Punished Me

I grew up in the 1970's when spankings were a common occurrence in many homes and mine was no exception. My parents were very strict and spanking was their main form of punishment and though the spankings were pretty harsh I was never punished without deserving it and I never felt abused or resentful towards my parents.  In fact I was usually mad at myself for having disobeyed them.


My parents believed spanking wasn't really for little kids but more appropriate for older children "that should know better".  So spanking really started from when I turned 10 until I was 16 although I was told that spanking would resume if necessary.  Most of my spankings were during 7th thru 9th grades.

 

Some of the things I was punished for were lying, defiance, not doing my chores or homework, somtimes grades,  going somewhere or having something that was forbidden.  Backtalking or arguing with my parents was also a frequent reason for punishment.

 

My father traveled often on business so the job of spanking me was mainly my mother's.  Probably 80% were given by her with the other 20% given by my father with mom "assisting".  Spanking was done with a leather belt just for this purpose they kept in the hall linen closet for easy access when it was needed. 

 

My spankings were not a "go to your room and wait" event or were they just a few slaps on the bottom.  They were a complete spectacle.  They were always given "on the spot" and came with little or no warning and without regard to who else might have be present. 

 

A typical spanking started with me being marched/dragged to my room.  Panic-stricken, I'd desperately try to talk my way out of what was about to happen while at the same time struggling to keep my clothes from being removed.  But being a small child for my age, I was no match for either of my parents in a physical contest.  Struggling only slightly delayed the undressing and made them even madder than they were already but I just couldn't help doing it. 

 

My parents were never concerned with "children's modesty" nor did they make any effort to close curtains or windows beforehand.  All of this made for a very embarassing situation.

 

The actual whipping came fast and furious.  I was sometimes spanked standing up being held by one arm or my mother would make me bend over the edge of my bed and hold my wrists together behind my back.    I would be hit with the belt at least several dozen times across my rearend and the backs of my legs while I struggled to get away.  If I did manage to get free and roll over onto my back the spanking continued with my legs lifted in the air. 

 

Unfortunately, I was never able to take my punishment with any amount of bravery.   My behavior during a spanking was quite childish.  From the moment I knew I was getting a spanking I cried, screamed, begged, pleaded and promised to be good.  Again, I just couldn't help it. 

 

Of course, after the spanking was over and I was released I would jump up off the bed and begin rubbing my stinging butt and legs still bawling uncontrollably.  I knew the pattern of red overlapping belt marks would certainly last several days.

 

Later I'd lie on my bed still crying into my pillow.  My mind would be full of different emotions.  Guilt for having disobeyed my parents, and embarassment thinking about who witnessed my punishment or who might have overheard it.

 

Spankings have always been a source of fascination for me as a child and as an adult.  I witnessed friends getting spanked on several occaisions and wanted to know more about how other kids spankings compared to mine but I was really much too embarassed about the subject to ever discuss it with them.  Which obviously is why I'm here. 

 

So did anyone else have parents like mine?
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My spanking experiences were similar to yours. Except my mom never spanked me. It was always my dad. So I had to sometimes endure hours of waiting after the announcement, "You just wait till your dad gets home, young man!" Oh, the dread! My dad always used his leather belt and it was always applied to my bare bottom, my pants and underpants removed and folded nicely on the bed beside me. Like you, I was never stoic, always crying, begging and pleading even before the spanking began.

My parents spanked us all well into our teens, when we were younger the spankings were generally done on the spot, being tucked under either mum or dads arm and backside being bared and the spanks raining down. For more serious offences it was done in our bedrooms or over the back of an armchair. If it was done in our bedrooms you just knew it was going to be a long spanking! As teens we got too tall to go over their knees although I had a few experiences of being told to bend over dads knee when I was 15/16, as a tall sporty guy laying across your dads lap with your trousers and underwear down past your knees being spanked like a little kid was a major embarrassment. Hand or slipper both stung like crazy but the few occasions that I got the belt were the worst.

Maybe I should add, that my father used his open hand, when he spanked me very violently at the age of 12 - but he later told me, that the strokes had been as hard as he could manage! A more detailed account of the 2 punishments described can be found on this forum: "Spanked severy twice, once by my father and once by my mother"!

Your story reminds me very much of my own youth! I was the youngest of 3 boys, and our parents used corporal punishment, often very harshly, mainly when we where between the ages of 10 and 15! There is 2 punishments, that I will remember for the rest of my life! The first was given to me by my father, when I was a little more than 12 years old and in 6th grade at school! I had been very rude to the principal at school, and my father was teacher at the same school, so it was very embarrassing for him. When we came home, he made me undress completely, and while the whole family watched, he gave me around 50 very violent strokes in my naked behind (I was placed over his knees, while he was sitting on a sofa in the living room)! The very distinct marks could be seen and felt for 2-3 weeks! A very embarrassing thing happened: I urinated several times during the punishment! The second was given to me by my mother, when I was 14½ and in 9th grade at school! I had been very rude to her, and when she hit me on the side of my head, I hit back! That resulted in a very harsh punishment: she forced me to bend over a table, pulled down my shorts and underpants, and gave me 60-70 very violent strokes with a solid wooden coathanger in my naked behind. The very many and very distinct marks and stripes could be seen and felt for 5-6 weeks, and again I urinated several times - very embarrassing for a teenage boy!

This probably sounds very harsh, but just like you, I think, that I deserved it, when I was punished by my parents, also on the 2 occasions mentioned above.

I too got it bare with the leather belt and my parents believed also in on the spot at the time my father was worse then my mother because he believed in just that on the spot at the time not go to your room or get in here so my friends have seen me naked getting the belt many times and to make matters worse i was and am incontinect and wore diapers and rubber pants so i know all to well the embarrassment

All very familiar to me, too. My mother spanked me until I was ten, and it was always naked over her knee at bathtime. Then my father took over, and it became more of a ritual. I would be sent to my room and told to get ready to be punished - that meant undressing and sitting on my bed until father came - anything up to an hour later. He would put me over the end of my bed with a pillow under my middle bits - then used his wide leather belt on my bottom. After twenty or more strokes he put me to bed and hugged me, and that made it alright. Later, when I was away at school, he moved up from the belt to the cane. Always deserved and once beaten the slate was clean.

All very familiar to me, too. My mother spanked me until I was ten, and it was always naked over her knee at bathtime. Then my father took over, and it became more of a ritual. I would be sent to my room and told to get ready to be punished - that meant undressing and sitting on my bed until father came - anything up to an hour later. He would put me over the end of my bed with a pillow under my middle bits - then used his wide leather belt on my bottom. After twenty or more strokes he put me to bed and hugged me, and that made it alright. Later, when I was away at school, he moved up from the belt to the cane. Always deserved and once beaten the slate was clean.

I always had to put my pajamas on before a spanking no underwear was allowed...It didn't matter what time of day.....Than I was to report to the living room...My pajamas were pulled off.... I was spanked completely naked ...After my spanking I was allowed to wear only my pajama top for corner time,,,,My red butt would be on display for about an hour only clad in my pajama top naked from the waist down..Finally after apolijizing to everyone in my half naked state I would be allowed my pajama bottoms with out undies till my early bed time...Pajama time could start as early as eleven am...

I always had to put my pajamas on before a spanking no underwear was allowed...It didn't matter what time of day.....Than I was to report to the living room...My pajamas were pulled off.... I was spanked completely naked ...After my spanking I was allowed to wear only my pajama top for corner time,,,,My red butt would be on display for about an hour only clad in my pajama top naked from the waist down..Finally after apolijizing to everyone in my half naked state I would be allowed my pajama bottoms with out undies till my early bed time...Pajama time could start as early as eleven am...

I always had to put my pajamas on before a spanking no underwear was allowed...It didn't matter what time of day.....Than I was to report to the living room...My pajamas were pulled off.... I was spanked completely naked ...After my spanking I was allowed to wear only my pajama top for corner time,,,,My red butt would be on display for about an hour only clad in my pajama top naked from the waist down..Finally after apolijizing to everyone in my half naked state I would be allowed my pajama bottoms with out undies till my early bed time...Pajama time could start as early as eleven am...

You and I had very similar reactions to our spankings and as i read your account of how you behaved once you knew you were gonna get "it" and then how you took it, I had to stop and see if I had written the account myself! The shameless crying, begging and carryin on was what made it all the more unendurable. My parents often ******** me and my older bro naked for our spankings, carrying this on until our late teens. At least pants and underwear came off and often it was nude -- my dad instigated the practice to keep me from running away. I was shy and very modest so being undressed was as horrible for me as the painful spankings I would get -- brush, spoon, belt and a bit of an old strop from my grandpa!

My mom was always the one to administer my spankings. She either used a yardstick or something like that. Once she even used a broom handle on me.<br />
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At about 8 years, I had the unfortunate experience of seeing the word " ******* " scrawled on a side window screen at the local confectionery. Honestly, I had never seen the word before nor knew how it was pronounced or what it meant. Well, what it meant for me was to get my *** paddled with the yardstick.<br />
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I asked mom what it meant. She screamed, "Don't ever say that word again", and ran for the yardstick. I began crying because I knew I had done something wrong; but did not know what. She did not explain, she just about broke the yardstick on my butt and legs.<br />
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That spanking was enough to let me know that I should never use the word near mom. I found out about the word later from someone else.

I got it much as you describe, but wasn't taken to my room for it, I was spanked in the kitchen, living room, back yard, where ever. Dad always used a belt and mom had a paddle, both of which hung in plain view in the kitchen. My spankings continued until I was 23 years old.

I had too strict parents who believed in spanking benefits, and I was severely spanked every time I misbehaved. Dad worked hard out of house, and usually was mom who spanked us, me, my little brother and my big sister. She was a slipper fan, and that was her favourite implement. Usually she place us over her knees after bare our little (or not so little in the case of my sister lol) bottoms, takes off one of her bedroom slippers and gave us a good thrashing. Like you, no matter if someone can watch us, usually we were spanked in front of brothers or sister, or in front of anybody present at the moment, our bottoms are bared and well reddened.<br />
We had dad's belt too, but rarely and only for serious offenses. He put the punished laying over the bed, bare bottomed of course, and gaves us a dozen of lickings or more, leaving red and blue stripes over all our bottoms and upper legs.<br />
They started spanking us at 4 (one or two sporadic slaps over the covered or naked bottom before); mom gave me my last spanking at 14 and dad at 16.

that is how must childhood spankings are done,an with out reguard to who is around to see or hear<br />
makes embrassing for the one getting spank

I have such a fetish for tales of spankings leading to erections and that leading to the spankER getting aroused.

OH YES my father was the main one to do the disclipe in my house when iwas youger it was in the privacy of my bedroom as older from about 12 til i moved out at 18 it was more public but alway the same way i had remove my pants and underpants not just take down i was told it was so if you run you did'nt trip there was a leather hung on a hook on the back of the bedroom door and i had to get it and give to him if in the bedroom i had to lay face down on the bed as i said earlier from about 12 i was quote spanked where i was at the time no matter who was there at the time i just told to get the belt and bring it to him and told to off my pants and bend the arm of a chair .this was quite the norm for me mainly because i have a bedwetting problem and belives that i can control it i moved out about 2 mos ago so it's stillvery fresh in my mind.