Growing up? Yes, one time. When I was, I don't know, whatever age in 5th-6th grade.
My best friends parents were going out of town and my friend was going to be staying with us for the weekend. We had huge plans to go to Blockbuster (yea I'm old haha) and stay up late watching movies and playing video games. We were hyped up! .. When I got home from school I had chores I was supposed to do. I didn't do them.
Mom got home from work and was pissed. She said that because I didn't do the chores we weren't going to blockbuster. Plans ruined! In a split second decision, I said can't I just get a spanking instead. Dad mostly did the spanking and she told me that he wouldn't be home til after my friend was already here. So I would be getting spanked while my friend was here.
I didn't care, at least not at that moment. He knew I got spankings, he got them too.
Fast forward, my friend is here. We're hanging out having fun. Dad gets home. Him and mom talk, he tells me to go up to my room while he gets changed out of his work clothes.
Ugh! Part of me was hoping they wouldn't go thru with it. I tell my friend I'm going to get a spanking. He's surprised, but I explained the situation about blockbuster, and told him I was taking one for the team hahaha
I go to my room. A minute later dad comes in. My pants and underwear come down, bent over the bed, and get my butt spanked. It's loud, I held back crying best I could.
When it's over, dad let me get my clothes back on (thank God, because I usually had to spend some time bottomless after spankings, that would've been embarrassing). I compose myself a bit, then go back to my friend, red faced and red assed.