Describe Your Single Most Memorable Spanking

I got a hard hand spanking from my Mother over thin pajamas when I made us late one morning. It was not long, but she was very fed up and each smack was firm and fully connected. I think it was extra memorable because it was the only time I remember being held in place for a spanking - she put her hand on my collarbones and braced me for her other hand. Also because the message was quite clear - “Lazy girls get sore bottoms.” (For talking back too, but those blend together haha.)

It was the one that started the fantasy… i was young and have zero memory of why i needed a spanking but my mom was giving me one…. naked and face down on the bed with a belt…..it didnt arouse me at the time but thinking about it now makes me hard

Very easy to choose my most memorable spanking as I have only received one. It was given by a professional mistress. she explained beforehand what was expected of me. At times I should protest as if I were a child trying to avoid a punishment. I was brought to her punishment room where she sat and motioned me to her side. She began unfastening my belt,I began to argue. I'm too old to be spanked, please dont pull down my pants. Please don't, please. She continued, unzipping my jeans. No! I dont want a spanking. Wait, wait, OK? She stopped. What? Wait for what? Um,ah, please. She looked me squarely in the eye. NO, enough of your whining. With that my jeans and underwear were pulled down to my knees. Grabbing my arm she pulled me over her knee. The spanks began. you need this young man, you have needed this or some time. Her hand repeatedly slapped my bare bottom, increasing in intensity as I wiggled and squirmed across her lap. After a few minutes the spanking stopped, are you sorry for your behavior? Yes, I'm sorry, I am. You know I don't think that's true. I don't think you're not sorry at all. Youre just trying to stop your spanking. With that she began to spank me further. For another five minutes she scolded as she spanked my bottom. the spanking stopped. Are you going to be good? Yes, I promise. OK, remove your pants and underwear while I go prepare your enema.

My most memorable spanking.

I usually spanked myself with the back of a hair brush, sometimes so long that it bothers me for days

I remember when I was 15 and my father was really pissed at me for calling my mom a bitch, He pulled me out of the shower and started to spank me, everyone came running in to see what was going on, there I was in the floor with my legs spread open trying to get away from him. I ended up giving my Aunt, uncle and two young cousins not to mention my perv little brother a show.

My Single Most Memorable Spanking happened at a Spanking Weekend in Sandusky Ohio. It was put on by one of the many spanking sites, I think it was A O L . We took over a Motel for the weekend. There were Dom's and Sub's from all over the U S and even some from Canada and the U. K. There were about ten of us in a room on Saturday Afternoon. I had my Dream Fulfilled when I saw two of my on line Dom'me;s there.

One of them pulled a chair opposite the other and then motioned to me to come to them. One reached up and unbuckled my belt while the other one unhooked my waistband and unzipped my zipper. My pants fell to my ankles. The other Pulled down my undies and I was guided over both of their laps. It didn't take long for them to start playing Color Match with my naughty bare bottom. Each matching Smack, for Smack. I lasted for about ten minutes before my Tush turned from white, to pink, to Bright Red and I had to say my safe word. I got up and hobbled back to the room air conditioner to cool off my naughty bare bottom. As you can imagine I was on the verge of tears. I was spanked several other times that weekend, butt that one was the most memorable and embarrassing.

When I was 12 i was caught in my mum's pink panties , nude tights and pink fluffy mule slippers she flipped and put me over her knee tights and panties to my knees and spanked me hard with her bag I felt like a naughty little girl looking down at my tights and panties and the pink fluffy slippers of course it stung but I enjoyed it a lot

I was about 10 years old. Late on a summer's day left the yard and sprinkler to go in a pool. Upon returning and entering the house found my parents in the leaving room. My mom was sitting at the chair she usually did when watching television. However my dad always did the spanking. Usually I was spanked over my clothes or my pants were dropped with my underwear still on. This time once I was inside the leaving room my dad reached over and took down my swimsuit. Then he hauled me over his knee for a sound spanking. It was memorable because I think it was the first time I was spanked naked . After I stopped crying my mom took me upstairs still naked to my room.

One of my memorable spankings went as follows:

I was age around 11 or 12 years old when I was called in by my mom on an early Saturday summer evening for my Saturday enema. (I was given Wednesday and Saturday enemas regularly). I normally did not put up any objection but I was having fun and not ready to give up the day. Daddy had a ladder going up to the roof leaning against the house and I scampered up to the top of the roof and sat down quietly at the roof's peak on the “lookout”. My mom came outside on the front porch calling me again. She then began to look around our property calling me and I sat there and watched her with amusement that she did not see me on the roof. I should say that I was not really allowed to climb up on the roof. Mom came back into the house (so I thought) and I climbed back down and headed for my tree house. I passed by the front porch and there was mom sitting on the porch swing. My cover had been “blown” and she very firmly said “I suggest you march yourself into the bedroom right quick and wait for me!!" I knew I was in serious trouble then!!

Before long, mom came into the bedroom carrying a very full red enema bag and the dreaded hairbrush. Mom was not angry but did express her disappointment in me that I had not answered her, not come in when called, and had climbed up on the roof. I guess I kinda smirked when she mentioned me being up on the roof.

Mom then explained that I needed to learn a lesson that I would remember. I was soon over her lap with my pants and panties down to my knees and her hand over the small of my back. She then told me that about 50 spanks on my bare bottom would probably help me to remember the lessons I needed to learn and told me to count them off. I then began experiencing the spanking of my life with a spanking that started off pretty soft and increased a bit with each swing of that dreaded hairbrush down on my poor bottom. I could see quite clearly in the bedroom mirror as my bottom first got light pink and then gradually began to run a bright pink. By 50 strokes, it was a bright red and I was sobbing like a baby. Mom then took me on her lap comforting me and assuring me how much she loved me. I felt so close to her at that moment.

Then laying over a pillow, I received the first of two enemas, first soapy and then a rinse water one. I normally only received a rinse enema but this time the first was pretty soapy and had the intended affect for sure. That red hose and black nozzle stuck up between two very red bottom cheeks was quite a sight!! Sitting on the toilet each time ridding myself of the “nasties” was no picnic either. Afterward, nothing further was said by mom as nothing had happened. However, my bottom was tender for at least a couple days.

I must say that I never went back up on the roof again (at least not when my parents were home!!) and came in when I was called.

There are a number of other “most” memorable spankings and my mom would likely say that I was a bit of “a handful” at times as I grew up.

Denise

Probably one of the more momemorable was getting my butt whipped by my aunt. I rode my BMX bike off of the guest house / changing room roof into her pool.

My older brother and I used to jump off that roof into the deep end of their pool until we were caught doing it. We were informed by my parents and the rest of the authority figure adults (my aunts and uncles) that we were setting a bad example for our younger cousins and we didn't want to encourage them to do the same thing. If we were caught doing it again we would get the belt. We would still do it on occasion. Just made sure the coast was clear.

So we got the idea that it would be a cool trick to ride a bike off the roof and jump it into the pool. I had an old Webco BMX bike with us so I took the dare to try it.

With my brother lining me up from below and all the younger cousins watching, I set up on the peak of the roof and started down which was about twenty feet from the edge of the roof. I cleared the diving board easily and heard my aunts voice scream my name just before I hit the water. Not sure if a neighbor saw me on the roof and called her but she came out knowing something was up. I still don't know how she found out.

She was screaming at me as my brother and I fished the bike out of the pool with a pool brush. Once out she grabbed me by the arm and forcefully walked me into the house. I was wearing my OP swim trucks because we were swimming but I had a t shirt on and vans tennis shoes so I was all wet dripping water everywhere. She made dry off and had me go to the guest room and change into dry clothes. I changed my shirt and took my shoes off but left my trunks on even though they were still wet. I did what I was told and when I came out she told me to follow her. I knew I was in serious trouble but I guess because she was my aunt, and I was 13 (much older than her kids) I wasn't expecting to get spanked. Probably screamed at and grounded and possibly a whippin fron my dad when they got home but maybe not.

Once in master bedroom she went to the closet and pulled out a wood slat looking thing out with a taped handle. It looked sort of like a strap but it was made out of flexible wood. They called it a paddle but it just looked like a 1.5" to 1.75" wide by 18" to 24" long flexible wood slat. I was ordered to drop my shorts and bend over the bed. I stood there stunned, just looking her, she ordered me a couple more times each time getting angrier. She was so angry she was had tears in her eyes. I tried to stammer out some bs to get out of it but she wasnt having any of it. She finally turned me around facing the bed and ordered me to take my trunks down and bend over the bed. I finally complied and pushed me over the side of her bed and proceeded to whip my ass beat red. It was probably one of the most painful spankings I ever got. That thing stung worse than the belt. I had marks on my ass for two weeks after that.

9th grade Jr.high , In the early 80’s at the school I attended.They implement a zero tolerance for being late to class. this had become a problem their solution was a paddle. If u was late getting to class after last bell between classes. u was giving a slip to take to the office . The first couple of days there was a long line. didn’t matter boy girl u hand the slip to the principal bend down hands on ur knees pop pop pop on the butt . Next up same thing no privacy. u went to class

Probably one of the more momemorable was getting my butt whipped by my aunt. I rode my BMX bike off of the guest house / changing room roof into her pool.

This is one of the funnest pranks that I have ever read! While I concur, you needed spanked good! I never the less can conjure up a mental picutre of you riding your bycycle into the pool. I'm still laughing at the mental image.

This narrative is absolutely true. I’ve posted it on other spanking sites. I’ve been asked how many licks did you get. Your guess is as good as mine. You can imagine when your buns are being baked, your mind is on other things other than mathematical analysis but I would guess twenty maybe more maybe less. It was definitely the worst spanking I ever got!

I was the last of five children (4 girls and one boy who was right in the middle.) My parents are loving, caring people who did everything for their children. Dad was a very successful businessman so money was never tight. We had way more than most kids but we weren't spoiled. Our parents were always there for everything we did but they ran the house not the other way around, as is the case in so many homes today. They both believe that the best way to keep children out of trouble was to keep them busy. They gave us every opportunity like dancing, gymnastics, tennis, golf, etc. As for me, my passion was golf. (I don't think daddy ever missed one of my high school golf matches and attended many during my college years, although I was hundreds of miles away from Dallas.) But if we misbehaved, sassed, or in any way embarrassed our family, we could expect a trip to the woodshed really the rec room where the only recreation was an old-fashion razor strap firmly and skillfully applied to our butts. No child was ever punished in front of the other unless they were being corrected together. The whole household knew, of course, if one of us was getting or had gotten it. News spread fast of a chastisement. Although I was a pretty good girl -- good student, active in school, church, and community -- I found myself in the rec room more times than I care to remember, however, my closest sister chronologically, who was just two years older than me caught it twice as much as me.

The worst strapping I ever got resulted ironically from a golf match. I was playing in the Texas state championship. You know it doesn't rain much in Texas but it had rained that day and the officials don’t know how to handle it as they do in the other parts of the country. My ball was just off the green lying in some casual water. I asked an official for relief which he denied. There was a bitter exchange of words in which yours truly questioned the ancestry of the official -- that's the most delicate way to put it. Little did I know the official was the banker who lent Daddy the money to start his drug chain and close Shriner buddy. I lost my cool, my competitive edge, and went from contender to pretender. There was no way I should have let the ruling affect me that way. When I walked off eighteen and took one look at Daddy's face no one had to tell me I was in for it. I knew that look only to well and it always meant a trip to the rec room. We rode home without a word. It was the longest ride of my life! When we arrived home Daddy marched me straight to the rec room where he lectured me then sent me for the razor strap. A task I always found deeply humiliating. When I got back with the strap, he bent me over the pool table, which was the position of my youthful discipline, he pulled my skirt needlessly high up my back leaving me bare except for pants which were part of the golf skirt and thin panties which offered little if any protection and beat my young, nearly sixteen year old, Texas behind until I howling like a scalded dog. How that strap stung and burned that day and how I howled. When he finally finished it felt as if my butt had been barbequed Texas-style and the chief hadn’t spared the Tabasco sauce. I tell you I got it! And I got it big time!!!

And now for the rest of the story as Paul Harvey would say. I was playing in the Championship a few years later. I was on the ninth green and asked an official for relief from casual water that I felt impeded my putt. He denied me. Again the official was wrong but this time I reacted quite differently, I calmly took out a pitching wedge -- much to the horror of the club members -- and chipped it over the water and into the cup for a birdie. It fired up my teammates and me. We went on to win. I tell you there was one proud man in attendance that day! My coach still tells his players about how Diane turned a bad ruling into a positive as an example of heart. I, of course, know the real story as to how spanking works or worked in my case. Hope you appreciate the story. I know I'll never forget the incident!

Because it was the only serious spanking I ever got from mom it still resonates with me after so many decades. I believe it led to my lifelong spanking fetish. While I've chronicled the event on this site before, here's a short synopsis as I remember it.

I was 12 or 13 that early Summer afternoon. We had been visiting with my cousin and aunt who were just leaving when my mom burst into my room demanding what Francis & I had been talking about while playing in our back yard. My mom, a “crazy Catholic” was sure that my cousin had been filling my mind with all kinds of Protestant ideas. When questioned I could only say that we weren't discussing anything about religion.

At that point mom flew into a rage, forced me face down over my twin bed and picked up the toy, wooden sword that I had fashioned from and apple crate slat to play “Knights” with my friends.

I had been in the middle of changing from jeans to shorts when she had walked in which made my bottom a perfect target for all her angst. Holding me down she picked up a toy wooden sword, pulled up my underpants “wedgie style” and proceeded to give me the worst fanny blistering spanking of my life. Looking back, I still recall screaming & kicking my legs as I begged her to stop. But, there was no stopping her until she completely released whatever demons had driven her to punish me in the first place.

While it was the one & only parental spanking of my life, I was left with a fascination of spanking. Soon, I found myself sneaking down to the old couch in our basement with the toy sword where I would pull down my underpants and play “angry mom”.

And that's my story.

My first spanking was probably my most memorable. It was with a guy that I met through personals in Stand Corrected magazine. I was 20 and he was probably in his 50s. I wore a black mini dress that barely covered my rear. He spanked me over his knee on the bare with his hand, a hairbrush, and several homemade instruments. Then hi applied Aloe to my bottom and required me to sit in an old fashioned, ladder-backed chair that had a woven bottom. Standing up was an interesting experience! I gave him a handjob afterwards, which lasted about 30 seconds and was VERY messy!

I never met up with him again after that, as I found out that he was engaged soon after.

Ddell2, LOL, yes I became a neighborhood legend that day. 😂 I styled that jump all the way down but I paid a price for that glory 🤣. My brother who helped me get the bike on the roof didn't get in any trouble at all.

I might have shared this experience somewhere on here already.

But I was in my first year of high school, so thats like 15 years old maybe. I skipped school one day to hang out with friends. That evening the school called and said I wasn't in school. My dad yelled at me said this was my one warning and if I ever skipped school again I would get the “spanking of my life”

A few months later a few friends convinced me to skip with them. I hadn't been spanked in a while at this point so I thought maybe the threat of spanking was over (it wasn't lol).

I'm at home that night waiting for the phone call from the school. No call. So I thought I got away with it. We skipped again a few days later. No call! We ended up skipping a whole week of school.

I'm thinking I got away with it. Coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel after a shower one evening. My dad is there. He grabs me and pushes me into his room and starts smacking my towel covered ass. Yelling at me about skipping school. The school had finally called and told about all the days I missed. He is PISSED. I'm yelling a million excuses which were all bullshit of course while he is pushing my onto the bed and spanking me. During the struggle the towel had come loose and he just pulled it off and threw it across the room.

I'm getting my completely naked ass spanked. I'm trying to twist and cover and avoid the spanks. I guess my struggling is pissing him off even more and he tells me cut it out. He gets the belt. Has me get up on my knees with my upper body on the bed and gives me about 10 with the belt.

It hurts like hell. I'm crying from both the pain and the embarrassment. Im thinking about how wide open and exposed I must be in this position.

Finally its over and he sends me to my room. I don't even bother getting dressed. I just laid in my bed naked rubbing my butt until I fell asleep.

The next day, they wanted to skip again. Me and another friend declined. On the way to school he asked why I didn't skip. I told him the school called and I got in trouble. He said he did too. He told me he got his ass beat last night. I told him I did too. We shared some details about it and found out we both got the belt on our naked asses.

It was embarrassing and also kind of comforting to share the details with someone.

MY most memorable spanking was given by my friends mom for running inside the house and breaking a potted plant of hers. She took me by the arm and sat in high wooden chair in the kitchen in front of her girlfriends at the time, Pulled down my shorts and underwear down and placed me over her knee and asked her girlfriends to borrow one of her wooden exercise sandals that were red. Their called Dr. Scholl sandals and spanked my bare bottom good which seemed like a long time but properly was only 8 minutes and spanked my bare bottom until was fire engine red and made me stand in the corner of the kitchen in a naughty seat with a very sore bottom.

After corner time was over I was put to bed for a nap and cried myself to sleep. That was the most memorable spanking that ever gotten in my young boy life and never will forget about it.

My most memorable spanking was the last spanking I received and the only one I remember. I was around 11 or 12 years old and I was at my uncles house. It was just me and him, and he had asked me to do something for him that week that I had forgotten to do. He asked me if I had ever been spanked, and I told him yes. He took me into the living room and sat on the couch and told me to turn around. Next he swiftly pulled my gym shorts and my underwear down to my knees and guided me over his knees with my ass up. He gave me a few hard swats, bare handed. It wasn’t enough to leave a mark or anything but I was strangely aroused, even though it was from a man.

I have posted about this somewhere before , but it was when I was maybe 14 or so by an aunt that i stayed with one summer, turns out i received several spanking from her, one she had me remove my pants and underwear and bend over and used a wooden paddle on my bare ass and the next one was over her lap and again I was bare from the waist down, this time I know she saw and felt my erect penis against her thigh. I still think of these sessions to this day some 50 years later and it still gets me going

Most memorable was definitely when my father spanked me with a leather belt when I was 4 . I can't recall what I did but it must have been bad

What in the world can a 4 year old do that is so (intentionally) bad it warrants a spanking, let alone a wacking of this severity? I simply cannot come up with any plausible explanation.

What in the world can a 4 year old do that is so (intentionally) bad it warrants a spanking, let alone a wacking of this severity? I simply cannot come up with any plausible explanation.

Have to agree with that - at worst case, if a 4 year old did something dangerous (like Susie said - running out in the street) - a single quick whack on the behind should get the message across. More than that becomes abuse!!

I was 16 and at home in my room with 3 of my buddies. My dad came into the room and asked about a chore that wasn’t done. Being a teenager, I could have a smart mouth at times, and I did that day. My dad gave me a chance to walk it back, which I should have done, but didn’t. He gave me one more chance, or else he would give me a spanking in front of my friends. For some reason I didn’t believe him and doubled down. He then grabbed me, sat down on my bed, yanked my jeans down, then my underpants,and put me over his knee. He was spanking me pretty hard, but I guess my reaction wasn’t strong enough for him. I didn’t want to cry in front of the guys. He then told one of them to go into the bathroom and bring him the wooden hair brush. My friend seemed to be happy to do this, as he said, coming right up, or something like that. My dad then continued the spanking with the brush for what seemed an eternity. I couldn’t take the pain anymore, and started crying my eyes out. I tried to wiggle free, but he had a very tight grip on me. He did a job on my backside, and then went down to the back of the legs, which hurts worse. I was screaming by now. Eventually the spanking came to an end. My dad had me stand bare bottomed against the wall to think about what I had said. He told my friends to make sure I didn’t move from the wall, and he would be back soon. About 15 or 20 minutes later he returned. He told me to turn around which meant facing him and my friends naked from the waist down. I had to make a sincere apology with a promise never to say again what I had said. He told me to tell my friends what would happen if I repeated that behavior. I had to say I would get another spanking, and another reddened backside. I was still crying and trying to speak at the same time. The pain and embarrassment level was so great. After he left the room they all teased me about it, and the next day at school everyone found out about my ordeal.

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Sounds like you came from a dysfunctional family - sorry to hear that. Do you maintain any relationship/contact with your parents??