What do you do to prepare for spanking?

Do you ever know in advance when you're going to get a good spanking? What thoughts go through your mind in the hours or even minutes beforehand, and is there anything you wear or do to prepare yourself when you know you're about to get punished 'down South'?

I outgrew spankings almost 60 years ago.

Usually it was mom who would want me to go out back and cut a switch from the willow tree. I learned to not cooperate and run upstairs and lock my bedroom door. What kind of kid has a locking bedroom door? Dunno. I was seven and had a shotgun too. She'd say 'you just wait until your father gets home. That was always the best choice.. 😃 I was actually a good kid and very seldom got in trouble. Great parents were married for 48 years until dad died in 2010.

I really enjoyed the two times I got one at school. Both times for punching a classmate in the nose breaking their glasses. 😃

When younger I usually knew in advance if I was in for a punishment .If I had misbehaved the only word mum said was "punishment" I then waited the rest of day for dad coming home from work .Mum would then order me to my room .When they came up I finally found out what the punishment was to be .If mum pulled a chair up and sat I knew it was going to be a spanking .If mum said "over your home work desk" I just fetched the cane from behind my bedroom door ,handed it mum ,I then bent over the desk and awaited what was coming .There was no real preparation or drama .Life was simple and disciplined just a few years back .I had the obvious butterflies in my tummy and thoughts in my head wondering what the punishment would be .

I did prefer a instant punishment but those were rarely given .

I will be 67 soon and have not outgrown my spankings, nor do I want to! When my wife tells me she is going to spank me I either get belligerent & say NO! or get very quiet & wait for my order to get the brush. Either way I know that I will be spanked very soon. 43 years ago I brought home a paddle for her to spank me, we were VERY soon married!

There were a few times I knew I was going to be spanked. The waiting was the worst. Finally the time came I was nervous and excited at the same time. Didn't matte who was going to give it to me, either my Mom or Step-Dad. They would sit on my bed and I would stand before them. They would take my pants and undies down and guide me over their laps. Then their hands would give my naughty bare bottom a warm up before they picked up the oval oak hair brush. They would leave my bed room door open so anyone could peek in or listen to my howling as my tush was being administered to by the brush. So embarrassing..

I was not spanked that often, but I recall that, after I had done something really stupid outside, my mom warned me she would take care of it back home, and that was code words for getting a spanking. Outside of a few spanks on clothing to calm us down, she never spanked in front of other people, so the real spanking was behind closed doors (positive) and bare bottom (negative).

Also, I recall doing something stupid when she was busy at home, so she did not have time to deal fully with it, so I was told she'd give me a spanking at bed-time. So after I had come back from washing myself and was in bed I had the dreaded anticipation of my mom coming, asking me to get up, pulling down my pajamas and laying me over her lap.

On two occasions, perhaps three, I got another spanking at bed-time or the next day, but I don't recall they were announced in advance. I guess mom, on second thoughts, wanted to give a reminder.

At earlier ages, my mom would announce a spanking, pull my pants down, take me over her lap and get it over rather quickly. As I got older though and mom started using the strap, she would send me to my room and tell me she would be in momentarily to spank me. That meant taking my clothes off and then bending over my bed. This always gave me about 10 minutes to dwell on my punishment before mom came in to administer the strap. I distinctly remember how in cooler weather, I would feel the air stir around my bare bottom while waiting for mom to come in.

I would try to forget about it at first but as the time drew closer I would get so nervous and scared I would begin pacing back an forth even tried to hide on the bathroom but that never works

When I know I am gonna get a spanking I usually count down the hours (or days) until I actually get spanked. I just know as the time gets closer I get more and more nervous. Same way when I was younger and knew I was gonna get spanked. Usually when my mom decided I needed a spanking it was instant, and I never had to wait (unless it was somewhere that I couldn't be spanked immediately, like in the car, but then I got spanked as soon as we got home).I know a couple of times I got paddled in school I had to wait until the next day (or once in eighth grade I had to wait three days to be paddled, that was torture) and that didn't help matters. Most times getting spanked at school I got lucky (if there is such a thing) that I got taken out into the hall and spanked fairly quickly, so I didn't have time to get nervous.

As a older kid and into my teens, I was always sent to my room to wait for our Dad coming home. Had to strip to my underpants and wait to be spanked. There was never any question about what was going to happen when he got home. Even if Dad may have thought that our Mom overreacted to something that one of us did, we were still going to be spanked because he would never had not backed her up on punishing us. So there wasn't any preparation other than being sent to our room, stripping down to underpants, and waiting for Dad. I tried to do my homework sometimes if I knew that Dad was not going to be home for an hour or two but it was hard to concentrate, especially with two brothers who knew exactly what was going to happen and too happy to see me get it. And I was the same when it was one of them. I usually knew when Dad got home and was sitting on the edge of my bed when he walked in. There were a probably a few times when I was lying on my bed reading a book or trying to when he opened our bedroom door.

Every time I hangout with my partner, there's spanking. I never know when it happens. I never have to prepare. I love the shock of the hand on me. Sometimes, I get spanked in public when I'm clothed but usually it's bareand beautiful.

I always hated knowing I was getting spanked and it was put off for hours or even the next day. One of the worst I remember was when I was spanked when I was older. I didn’t technically have a curfew but if I was going to be after 10 getting in I had to call and let her know. Well one time I was much later than 10 more like midnight and I didn’t call. When I got in she was waiting at the door as I came in. A short discussion but long enough for her to tell me I was getting spanked the next morning. I hated it, I knew she was mad and all I thought about all night was how bad it was going to be.

Once as a kid I knew I was in it for a spanking and following my sisters advice I put on every pair of panties I owned to create a cushion. I was found out immediately, obviously, and my mom pulled down each panty one by one before giving me a bare bottom spanking. All in front my Uncle who was visiting which significantly added to my embarrassment!

Elle. Did you end up getting a longer one or an extra one for putting on extra panties.

@CDA3 Hmm that’s a good question. I’m not sure, but she didn’t go easy on me that’s for sure!

I know anytime I was a smaller kid if I tried to lighten the blows I would definitely get more or harder than I would if I just took it. When I was older if I didn’t come home or as she put it procrastinate about just taking it, it would for sure be harder.

When I was yngr Mom would send to my room to wait for her,seemed like forever but I had to clothes off to underpants then she’d come in over her lap I’d go and she’d yank down the underpants and she begin the ordeal.

Absolutely nothing. As I have never been spanked, at least that I remember, I have no concept of preparation. Whar does surprize me in these responses is the lack of mention of sorority or fraternity initiations. Surely someone here was part of the greek system in college?

All my childhood spankings were done without any waiting time.. Guess that's why I now fantasize about having to wait for a spanking and what it would be like. As for being spanked as an adult by any of my partners - the wait times were never that long.. Funny thing, while I found it exciting to know a spanking was coming, I never could tolerate them well. Perhaps they were given with to much force to start; instead of starting slowly to desensitize my butt a bit...

Growing up, the most I had to wait was an afternoon/evening, as spankings would be generally done after dinner. The worst part though was waiting when my siblings went first. My stepfather would always start with whichever one of us was getting the "lightest" punishment, so anyone watching knew that our butts would be worse off than what we saw. That was torture.

I never had to wait for a beating because my mother was always at home. It was only a matter of seconds before the wooden spoon was fetched. Then I was pulled upstairs to my room by the ear, and all I could think about was my hot ass.

I was not really one to prepare, rather I would be called into my parent's room and told why, then expected to bare myself and accept the spanking.

My husband has me on a demerit system. He knows all about my past history as a spankee, so he decided to add punishment paddlings to our marriage. If I have earned any demerits, I am paddled on Friday evenings. I have to be showered and in my pajamas before 8PM- just like a naughty child. On my way to our kitchen, I have to pick up the Laser Stinger paddle in the hall closet. After handing to him, it's over his lap and my pajama bottoms and panties are taken down to my knees. 10 paddle smacks across my plump bare behind are given for each demerit. Usually, it is only one demerit, but on one unlucky week I got 3 demerits- 30 paddle smacks. I had marks for a whole week! That Laser Stinger paddle (look it up) not only hurts bare flesh, it burns it as well!!!

@gabistillgetsit I did look up the Laser Stinger Paddle. Found the old Laser Paddleball rackets (predecessor to racket ball rackets) that we used as a kid at the YMCA. They were big and heavy. Also found the spanking version - YOUCH, worse than a hair brush! Be good and avoid demerits…..if you want. 😉

When my parents were about to spank me, they'd send me to my bedroom and then follow me up carrying a slipper. I had to take my trousers and underpants down and bend over the bed, then my dad (or mum) would spank my bare bottom with the slipper.

I was sent to my room and told to bare myself from the waist down. I'd sit on the foot of my bed and worry wether I'd get just a hand spanking or the hair brush or the belt. Sometimes I'd get all 3 .

Now a days, if i was to be spanked, i would drop my bare my ass, bendover and hold my legs and hope it will all be over soon!!!

In childhood and adolescence, I was punished with spanking. I often expected punishment when my mother found out about my offenses. My mom first spoke to me and I wasn't sure if she would end up with a warning or a spanking. If mom decided to apply corporal punishment, she was done as quickly as possible.

In other children, mothers often decided that the child would be spanked, and their father punished them when he came home from work. It was never like this in my home. If my mother decided to get spanked, she told me to bare my buttocks. Then I had to take a spanking position and the punishment began

However, I remember the growing fear of talking to my mother. I was wondering if it would end up with words this time. When my mom decided I was going to get spanked, nothing could change her mind. The worst part was getting ready for the spanking when I knew that a painful parenting procedure would be ahead of me in a moment.

When my mother came to the room for an interview, she would often bring a belt which I was punished with. More than once, however, she brought him to scare me. I've learned to pay attention to what my mom is wearing. When she was about to give me a spanking, she put on pants (it was more convenient for her to take me over the knee).

Only once did I get it wrong. I was shopping with my mom and I deserved a punishment. Mom was wearing a skirt and it was quite a distance home. My mother followed me to her friend's apartment. To my embarrassment, she asked this woman if she could give me a spanking in her apartment. This woman agreed, luckily she left the room where it was supposed to take place.

I was hoping my mom was just trying to scare me. To my surprise, my mom pulled her skirt up and said, "I pulled my skirt up, and you lower your pants and panties down." After a while I was lying with my ass bare on my mother's left thigh. My mother pressed my right thigh against my legs. In this position I was like in a vice. I remember being very ashamed then because that woman heard my screams of pain.

How did I prepare? - I'd run like hell to get into the bathroom where I'd quickly lock the door behind me! 😃 Surprisingly, that worked because my father would cool down, and/or my mom would intervene and I'd dodge getting it.