I grew up in an Irish Catholic family in a small town in Canada with two sisters, one a year older and one a year younger. My father was a police officer and mother a stay-at-home mom. My parents were very strict and definitely spanked for serious infractions. We were all spanked, usually by Dad, but Mom had no problem putting us over her knee. Spankings were typically done in our bedroom or fathers den where we had to wait for Dad. He would come in for a lecture, then he would sit on the bed or chair and we would have to take our pants down and go over his knee for a bare bottom spanking with his hand.
Our parents never used anything but their hands (mother sometimes hairbrush) but they could spank long and hard.
One of my last spankings I got caught with two other boys smoking at school and suspended. My mother came to the school to pick me up and told me to wait in my room till my father got home as she wanted to discuss the situation with him. Now I had not been spanked in over a year, so was not sure what was going to happen; maybe grounded?
On this particular day, my older sister, Jane was home and passed me on the stairs and just gave me a sorry look like "I know your going to get it"!. My father got home from his shift at 5.00 and both he and my mother came into my room to ‘discuss’ the situation.
My mother started lecturing me how disappointed she was, and during that lecture I rolled my eyes at her and said like, “Whatever.”!!!
I still remember to this day my father said, “Young man, you have been developing an attitude and today you are going to get an attitude adjustment!”
He yanked me up from the bed, sat down, yanked down my shorts and underwear, and gave me the hardest spanking of my life! I resigned to try and take it like a man, but ended up crying like a little boy by the end. I was told to stay in my room for the rest of the evening.
Later that evening Jane came to see me and asked if I was okay. I asked if she heard my spanking and she said with a grin " I think the whole neighbourhood heard that spanking"! Jane also told me that my girlfriend at the time Heather had called her to see if I got in big trouble and Jane told her I got spanked. No for some context Jane and Heather were friends and she knew Heather and her sister were spanked like we were.We grew up in the spanking era!!!
This all happened on a Friday near the end of the school year in June and I was grounded for the weekend. My parents went out Saturday and Heather came over to see me.I still remember her coming into my room with a pair of shorts a sporty T and flip flops. She sat down on the bed beside me and asked if my bum was still sore and rubbed it and asked if she could see it. I pulled down my shorts and got an immediate hard on - well right there Heather gave me one of the most memorable hand job and blow job to this day!!!
Heather is now my wife of over thirty years. I also have stories of being over at her house when her younger sister got spanked.