Spankings and Childhood

I was spanked by both growing up. My Father with hand or belt. My Mother was hand, hairbrush and on one special occasion, a glamour stretcher which was a large, rubber band type exercise device. I never enjoyed any of them in fact I almost always wet my pants. Now is a different story. I love to be spanked by all of the above!

I was spanked mostly by my Dad growing up and as much as I hated being spanked when it was happening, now in my old age, I look back at those painful spankings as deserved experiences for my misbehavior that were intense and in an interesting way important and connecting. Perhaps I am viewing the past too nostalgically but in my mid seventies, I wouldn't mind at all getting in a time capsule, being a boy of 9 and reliving the experience by being with my Dad again for a good spanking over his lap with his brush on my bare bottom.

I have a very similar memory when I remember the beatings I received from my mother when I was a child. I didn't like it at the time and would do anything to avoid it. My fantasies often include situations that did not exist in my childhood. For example, I have never been spanked in front of another person.

My mother spanked me once at her friend's (female) apartment. This woman didn't see my spanking. But she was in the apartment, she knew I was spanked and she heard my screams. In my dreams I imagine that this woman was present during my corporal punishment.

I fantasize about being spanked but was not spanked as a child.

I was only spanked once but I have always been excited and fascinated by it and still am.

I was spanked a fair amount as a child including some embarrassing memories. As I've gotten older though I'm way more interested in being the spanker (consensually of course). I've wondered if there's a link, but truly I think it's a coincidence and I just like butts!

I was spanked as a child. I sometimes reminisce about spankings from mom and dad, but I don't want to re-live them. I've always been fascinated by spanking. It's clear that others are, as well.

I grew up being whipped with a belt, keen switch, hand, ping pong paddle. My mother was always whipping me. My dad disciplined me two times in my life, I remember both of them vividly. I had red stripped legs daily from switches from the yard. Whelps and sometimes blood. Something was uttered about spare the rod and spoil the child. I damned sure was not spoiled! I took responsibility for many things my sister did just to keep her from getting the whippings. She would fall in the floor and act like she was dying. I couldn't stand to see that, so I would take the whippings. Praise god......according to mother.

My spankings as a child were mostly done mostly out of total love for me. I was never beat ever. I do have memories of crying and fussing which I guess goes along with it all. All part of being taught a lesson in what not to do. My mom who usually did my spankings always explained what she had to do and why and that she hated to do this because it would hurt her making me cry. Once we got onto it she removed me pants and underwear I guess that caused the shame and embarrassment part then the burning smacks always with her hand and it was never a beating just a slap that did sting and burn. Natually I started to cry and fuss its all part of it all. My mom always hugged me tight and told me she loved me so much she had to do this. At that time it was so hard for me to understand that. I do understand that today. She said as I was crying now Eric you will never do whatever it happened to be again because mommy does not want to do this again. I said I will not and she always hugged me tight and said she loved me so much. It is how I believe parents should be with their kids. I was lucky to be spanked but also luckly to have just a caring mom... Who loved me so much to teach a lesson to me.

I wasn't spanked, but was threatened enough times that it became an intense fascination.

I was. My area is was relatively non spank. I didn't know such a thing existed before school. There was the natural frustrated parents clipping you around the head or whacking you with something. But it was never "spanking."

Then in school as time went on and events unfolded I discovered this entirely different process, this punishment that fell into a separate special category. It was unlike anything seen or experienced before. This was a thing of intimacy, embarrassment, one on one connections. This was laying across a lap, OTK. Always OTK ! There were public displays of this which created fear and fantasies, desires and shame. Fascination and arousal. So yes elementary school was a learning experience. Then just like everything else that just came along ion life, one day there appeared pants and underwear pulled down spankings. Not beatings !! We were not assaulted. I can tell you I was spanked. Though this bare method holds memories of in-class public views, that created unimaginable shame.

These session of course happened in private sometimes with huge emphasis on ritual and ceremony. Other times it was reaction to frustration and disrespect, disobedience. It was in school I found myself over a woman's lap and being taught to obey women in authority. It is all different for everyone who knows how it ends up. For me I realized that the people that cared for me were women and intimacies were expected. Nudity and body touching was something shared between a few women over a boy. My naked body was allowed, under certain circumstance, to rub against the bare naked body of another adult. Bare penis and body against bare thighs. No other way to word it.

Penile and buttock and anal handlings at home and penile and buttock handling in school. No other scenario in life would you be able to pull down your pants and underwear and rub your penis all over a lady teacher's leg. That would be a case for medical psychological evaluation intervention. But in spankings, this intimacy was perfectly required as was the complete compliance.

Only 2 women are recalled when associating the movement of the foreskin.

Mum washing and retraction back and forth causing erections. One of those things that lock in memory as a body memory, you know it from feeling rather than site.

Teacher, across her lap and her bare skin and feeling my foreskin retract as I thrust and humped into her leg during the spankings.

There may be no more to it, or there may have been an erection. Oh well. I choose OTK spanking over a cold belting any day in my childhood. We all have our memories, embrace and enjoy, or reject and be a victim I suppose.