Some members have asked me about my spanking experiences.
My father made a good living, but worked a lot, traveled a lot on business, and essentially did not want to deal with household issues such as disciplining children. Consequently, most of the day-to-day issues fell on my mother, a no-nonsense woman. My mother had three children to deal with, and she intended to be obeyed. And if she was not obeyed, she spanked. This is not to say that she was brutal; in fact, most spankings were quite soft and did not last long, though, in some infrequent cases, they could be hard and long. Mom however compensated by spanking on the bare.
If we misbehaved seriously, we could expect a spanking. Mom spanked on the bare, but required privacy for doing so — she would take us to our room, or to the parents’ bedroom, and close the door. She could not always proceed immediately, so would sometimes postpone the spanking until she had some free time, sometimes until bed-time. If we were outside, she would postpone until we came back, though it happened that she would a suitable place on the way — I recall being spanked bent over the toilet in an unfamiliar restroom (probably at some friends of our parents’ place), and my sister was once spanked in the restrooms of a roadside rest area.
Though the door was closed and no peeking was allowed, the spankings were not a mystery. They were announced in front of siblings or close family. The house was not soundproof, quite the opposite, and I would hear the “soundtrack” of my sister getting spanked next door — she was more vocal than me in her opposition to mom. I’m still ashamed of it, but once I masturbated to that soundtrack…
Spankings would generally take place as follows. Mom would order me to pull down my pants and briefs down; sometimes she pulled them down herself, sometimes she would order me to remove them completely. As I grew, I became quite embarrassed when mom undid my trousers and lowered my briefs and my genitals popped out, and I suspect this humiliation was part of the intended deterrent effect. My sister mentioned having her dress pulled up and panties lowered.
Mom then sat on my bed and most often ordered me across her lap, legs to her right (she is right-handed). Sometimes, she would order me on my stomach. Often, she would repeat why she was angry and what I did wrong as I laid with my bottom exposed. She would then start slapping my buttocks with her bare hand. Depending on the severity of the offense, the spanks could be soft, or hard, and the spanking short or long. Really, more spankings were nothing more than a few soft swats, obviously the idea was more to shame than to cause pain. At other times, however, the spanking lasted until my bottom was all pink. Longer spankings were interrupted by pauses in which mom discussed my behavior.
Sometimes, mom thought that one spanking was not enough and a softer repeat dose was in order. This took place at bed-time, the same day or the next day. These spankings, as far as I recall, went as follows: I was ordered to lay on my stomach and raise my hips, so that mom could lower my pajama bottoms. Then, mom spanked, quite softly, repeating her reasons. At the end, the would ask me to raise my hips again and my pajamas back up.
Mom threatened several times to buy a “martinet” flogger, which was traditionally used on French children into the 1980s, but she never did. I know however that her older sister had one, which she used for particularly egregious cases of misbehavior. My cousin said he had to lay on his stomach with bare bottom and thighs, and then she flogged him; he said it stung like hell and made his bottom all rosy red, though no lasting marks remained.
I have few recollections of individual spankings. I was once spanked for trying to cheat and claim I had a fever whereas I had none — I was supposed to stick the thermometer in my rear and keep it there three minutes, and instead I tried heating it on the lamp. Mom came back unexpectedly, and I ended up over her lap, she took my temperature herself, then spanked me (long and hard, I think) for lying about a health matter.
I recall my sister resisting a spanking. Mom fetched dad, and dad pinned my sister down while mom bared her bottom, then spanked her long and hard. I listened to the soundtrack.
Spankings became rarer as I entered collège (junior high-school), then stopped.. I’m unsure about the exact age. However, there were two more spankings to come.
When I was about 15, I had the silly idea to steal records from a store (well, the idea was not mine: some “friends” had described that as cool). Of course I got caught. Mom came to fetch me and settled the matter without involving law enforcement and the justice system. She hardly talked to me while taking me back home. As soon as we were home, she took me to my room and ordered me to take my trousers and briefs off. As I dropped my trousers to the floor, she remarked that my room was a mess and ordered me to fold my trousers properly on the back of the chair. “Now briefs off, and put them on the chair too.” I clumsily tried to hide my genitals, which got her even angrier, if it was possible. “Stop this comedy! It’s not like you have anything that I have not seen!”. The spanking that followed was probably the hardest and longest I ever got — and mom said that next time I pulled off anything like that, she would buy a martinet and spank me red and raw. Mom then stormed out — and I looked at my bottom in a mirror.
The next day, at bed-time, mom came to my room and ordered me face down on my bed, hips raised. I knew what to expect. My pajama bottoms were lowered, and I got my last spanking from her.
These spankings left an imprint on me. As I transitioned into adult life, I had the fantasy that I was spanked by a older woman — or by my girlfriends. I however did not dare ask; I did not want them to consider me a pervert or crazy. The farthest I went was, when coming out of the shower on a hot summer day, to lay across my girlfriend’s lap as she was watching television. She did not take the hint.
Later, I met my (future) wife on a spanking message board. She took me across her lap; it was beautiful.