Asking for a spanking

Has anyone ever asked their mom for a spanking, if so, why, and did your mom accommodate the request and spank you???

Yes I did and Yes she did. My dad left just after I was born so mom raised me and my brothers by herself pretty much for 14 years when she re-married. She spanked all of us with her oval oak hair brush because she was a piano teacher and used her hands a lot. She had her hands full with us and it didn't take much for us to be over her lap with our naughty bare bottoms on the receiving end of the brush always spanking us till we cried and said we were sorry.

So there came a time when I was around 12 or maybe 13 I was feeling kind of down and for some reason un loved. We had just dropped the maid off at the train station and driving back to the house in the car. I told her what I was feeling and I thought that I needed a spanking to cry and feel better by her holding me and cuddling me after she spanked my naughty bare bottom like she always did. She loved my bubble butt. Probably a bit too much because if I wasn't getting spanked she would be giving me an enema. Anyway, we pull into the driveway and get out and go into the house. She said she would spank me after dinner while my brothers were doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen. So I go up to my room after dinner and only had to wait about five minutes before Mom came into my room holding her oval oak hair brush. She put it down on the bed and then gave me a long hug rubbing my back and patting my tush kissing my cheek she whispered in my ear..."I love you so much baby boy so don't ever feel that you are unloved in any way.". Then she proceeded to take my clothes off and put them in the hamper and then put my naked body over her lap. Then proceeded to spank my naughty bare bottom till it was bright red and I was crying my eyes out. She took me in her arms and cuddled me rubbing my hot red hiney round and round and reminded me that I will always be loved. After calming down I put my pj's on and layed on my tummy till it was time for bed.

When i was 13, i had my first period and mom asked if I would prefer to get grounded, instead of spanked. Without hesitation, I told her to continue to spank me, even though she said that they would continue on my bare bottom. mom continued to offer me the choice and I continued to opt for the oversize ping pong paddle. For some reason, I have always craved spankings, and now in my thirties, still do. Luckily, i found a husband who can really heat it up, back there- bottoms bare!

There were a few times where I'd misbehaved at a friend's house (whose mom was close with mine), and would confess shortly after I got home (the alternative was the likely story that my parents would find out anyway, and the spanking would be worse). One time I'd peeked in on my friend's older sister while she was changing and naked. She caught me, immediately ratted me out to her mom (who sent me home). My mom asked why I had come home early and I told her. Without delay, she dropped what she was doing and marched me upstairs into my room. She went to fetch the paddle from the bathroom, and pulled off my shorts and underwear. After about 25 swats, she paused to tell me that I embarrassed her to the other mom, and that this spanking wouldn't be my only one. Dad came home that night and took me to the garage over his weight bench, and he took off his belt.

Needless to say I still want to get back at that girl and spank her over my knee.

When you were a teenager and your mom told you that you were going over her knee for a spanking, were you cooperative and submitted to the spanking, or did you try to talk your way out of being spanked??? My motto to this was always "take my licking and keep on ticking." I think it was easier that way, rather than arguing over something I knew I could not win. when my mom said I was going to be spanked, it always happened!

I was spanked often by my mom and stepmom growing up. The only time I recall asking to be spanked, I was 12 and I gave my stepmom a bit of attitude one summer day while she was coping with my 6 month old baby half-sister. My stepmom was a good person and immediately I felt a great sense of remorse. I apologized profusely and told her I knew I deserved a spanking.

She commended me greatly for my actions and reiterated how much energy the baby was taking out of her. She agreed that a spanking would clear the air between us and proceeded to pull my pants down for a bare bottom belt spanking, but it was far milder than others she had given me.

I have never asked for a spanking or been asked to give a spanking, but I have given and gotten spankings.

I have asked a female friend to spank me . It was wonderful wish to experience that again .

When I was nine my mum caught me selfspanging with a ping'pong paddle at bedtime.

“May I help you?“ she asked. At first I blushed. She sat down on my bed “Do you need a spanking?“ “I cannot spank me until I Cry*, I said. “I will do it for you. Come over my lap.“ Then she coloured my butt good red. When it was over she huged me and told me to put the paddle on the table when I need it.

I did it around once a month until age 15. Later she told me she also enjoyed it.

Never needed to ask for a spanking, since I have been spanked regularly during my childhood and now by my gf.

It was actually my second mom-- my best friend's mother. I spent almost as much time in her home as in my own. I noticed that she spanked my friend and his sister when we broke the house rules or made other mischief but she didn't spank me. One afternoon after she had spanked both my friend and his sister, I asked her why she didn't spank me too. She asked me if I wanted to be disciplined just like I was her own child and i said yes. She told to fetch the strap from the closet. I handed her the belt and she told me to take down my pants and underwear and lay across her lap. She gave a hard spanking and I cried. She told me from now on that's what I would get if I misbehaved. The three of us got spanked fairly regularly.

Not so much asked as confessed. Like all kids I tried to get away with things but as I got older I learned what it meant to take responsibility. I still confess to mom when I misbehave knowing I'll get a spanking.

My mom usually knew if I did something or up to no good. When I was 17 yrs old I was at a friends house after school. We decided to try smoking, and her mom came home early and caught us. My friends mom spanked her in front of me, and then said she needed to take me home. On the way she said to me that I need to tell my mom everything and be responsible. When I got home my mom asked if everything was ok, and I said yes. The next day I still hadn't told my mom, and thought wow I finally got away with something. Later that day the guilt was getting to me, and I thought I needed to own up to my responsibilities and tell the truth. After telling my mom I knew I was going to get spanked. After telling my mom she said that very responsible of me to come forth with the truth. She said that I knew what was next. She then pulled down my pull-up and spanked me with a ping pong paddle. I then was told no phone, computer, and I was grounded for 1 month, plus I had to be in bed 1 hour earlier for that month.

Like many here, I imagine, I've enjoyed over the years talking in groups and via email with others about many of the things found on Zity.biz

I'm not sure it's allowed, if not I assume a moderator will delete, but this thread reminded me of an exchange I'd had with a man a number of years ago and digging back I found what I've put below. Again, if quoting others is not Kosher, please remove. I hope it's okay as all these years later I've remembered the account below. I've edited it somewhat to shorten up.

"I knew grandma had spanked mom and one day, I had just turned 13 the week before, I asked her if she'd ever done something wrong and asked to be spanked. Mom was standing at the sink, said nothing but dried her hands and sat down at a kitchen chair and motioned me to sit at the table too. She said, yes, that had happened a few times and then, why did I ask? Did I think I needed to be spanked? Is that it, do you want to be spanked for something? It's okay if you do, we can talk about it. I went beet red and she knew right away it wasn't an idle question. It wasn't anything in particular it was just I felt I needed it so it was difficult to talk about because I didn't really know myself. Bit by bit she worked with me and coaxed it out of me. She said she understood, she'd felt that way herself a few times and had asked for a spanking from grandma for the same reason.

"If I still wanted a spanking she'd spank me after dinner. You think about it she said and she gave me a hug, told me I was a good boy, she was very proud of me but sometimes even good boys needed a spanking. After dinner she said to me, very quietly, just so I could hear, had I changed my mind. I shook my head no and she said okay. Then she told the rest of the family she was going to take me upstairs for a spanking. They were to clean up the kitchen, put the dishes in the dishwasher and she'd let them know when it was okay to come up. Until then they were to remain downstairs.

"Up in her room we had another talk and she told me it was okay to ask for a spanking if I knew I needed one and if I ever wanted one again to let her know and she'd give it to me. She said she was very proud of me for being so brave to tell her I needed to be spanked. She got her brush, sat on the side of the bed, my bottom was bared, down came pants and underwear, over her lap I went and soon after her brush was lighting my bottom on fire. Afterwards, when she was holding and hugging me she asked if I felt better. I said I did and she said she was glad. When she'd asked gran for a spanking she'd felt better afterward too so she knew how I felt. She again said if I ever felt I needed to be spanked to let her know."

I've always thought he had a very understanding and loving mother.

Thomas

I was about 16when my mum stopped spanking me. But after a few months I missed it. So one day I got the hairbrush she always used and put it on the kitchen table with a note saying "Please". She saw and understood and that evening I got spanked. Afterwards we talked and agreed she would spank me once per week but if I ever wanted to be spanked all I had to do was put the hairbrush on the table. She spanked me for many years.

I got many spankings, most from my Dad. I would never ask for one, and while everyone if different and I understand that, it puzzles me that anyone would ask to be spanked.

I was about 16when my mum stopped spanking me. But after a few months I missed it. So one day I got the hairbrush she always used and put it on the kitchen table with a note saying "Please". She saw and understood and that evening I got spanked. Afterwards we talked and agreed she would spank me once per week but if I ever wanted to be spanked all I had to do was put the hairbrush on the table. She spanked me for many years.

Fru17gum thanks for sharing this. When she resumed spanking was it always either the regular weekly spanking, or one you'd asked for, or did she sometimes decide you needed spanking and just give you one? Were they, even when older, OTK bare affairs?

Thanks, Thomas

After I asked for the spanking she always spanked me on a saturday morning while my dad was at work. I did lots of time get the hairbrush out and placed it on the table, but it had to be when Dad wasnt arround.

Then one saturday we went to my grandmas and what I didnt know was while I was there my mum planned on spanking me. Unknown to me she had told my grandma about me wanting to be spanked. When the time came my mum said"right Curtains". Which told me to strip naked and stand facing the curtains which I did. After several minutes I went over my mums knee and got spanked but not as hard as usual. I was then sent back to the curtains. After another several minutes I expected to be told to get dressed, but instead I was put over my grandmas knee who spanked me as well. After that I received numerous spankings from my grandma. She always said "if he wants to be spanked, who am I to stop it".

@Fru17gum damn man..i'm jealous.... i'd be putting a belt on the table... and the enema bag too!

As a young adult I really wanted to ask my mom for a spanking because I felt it would make things right between us. I got swatted a few times as an adult, but wanted a full blown spanking on the bare butt, over the knee, with a spoon or something “motherly” to clear the air between us. I could never actually do it though, I would be staying at her house and walk up to her and when she would look up and ask “what?” I would just say “nothing” and sit down near her or walk off.

I have asked for a spanking from mom, and from my husband. The one I thought of though was one time my son asked for a spanking. I started to write on that, it became long, so I went to Word to work on it, then decided it might be better to post in the Library rather than here. I figured out how to post to the Library and I've put it there. At least the first part. I plan to write the rest of it later. I may get back to this thread to post about my own experiences asking. Linda B

My parents never gave my siblings and I spankings. Only once did mom say we were all going to get a spanking, and was I ever scared, but excited. Finally, I would get a trip over her knee! This was something I had thought about for a long time.

When the time came though, mom made me stand and bend over, and took one whack at bottom with her slipper. I was both relieved, but very disappointed, and she never did give a proper spanking.

I really wish I had asked for one at some point, but even I had, I'm not sure she would have given me that elusive spanking. Maybe if I'd let her catch me in a diaper!

As a young adult I really wanted to ask my mom for a spanking because I felt it would make things right between us. I got swatted a few times as an adult, but wanted a full blown spanking on the bare butt, over the knee, with a spoon or something “motherly” to clear the air between us. I could never actually do it though, I would be staying at her house and walk up to her and when she would look up and ask “what?” I would just say “nothing” and sit down near her or walk off.

That’s kinda sad. I know the feeling though. I eventually did go through with it though and it went well.

I asked and my mom said no, she didn't believe in it, that was embarrassing. Only asked the one time.

There was a point at which (when I was about 15.y.o. – a sophomore in high school) my mom stopped spanking me. She never announced that she had specifically made an intentional decision to stop speaking me, but I think that she just felt that I was too big to go over her lap for “an appointment” with her hairbrush (this was at about the age at which that I grew to be taller than my mom). So, she simply preferred to tell my father to discipline me.

Towards the end of my sophomore year (I remember, because I had just turned 16.y.o. in early May), my dad had to go on a very long business trip to China. I got into some trouble at school and received a paddling from my PE coach. Receiving a paddling at school meant that a punishment slip would be sent home for a parent's signature. And, as was the case with every student who attended my Christian high school, a school paddling meant that a student's sore butt was going to be punished again at home! When I gave my mom the school punishment slip, for her signature, she said, “You're lucky that your father is in China, young man! Because he is not here, you will NOT be allowed to go to the school dance with Rachel this weekend!"

I really wanted to go to that dance with my girlfriend, and I knew that Rachel had purchased a new dress for the occasion. She was going to be a very angry girlfriend, if I told her that I wasn't able to go with her! I thought that she might even insist that I allow her to go with another boy, because she shouldn't have to miss the dance (or go stag) just because I messed things up for us.

So, I told mom about Rachel's new dress, and I asked her to give me the tanning that my dad would have given me. My mom agreed, and she did a VERY good job of taking me to dad's workshop, having me strip naked and straddle the sawhorse, and lighting my bare ass on fire with my dad's razor strop! Dad continued to spend a lot of time in China during my junior and senior years in high school, and my mom never again hesitated to take me to dad's workshop for a “trip over your father's saw horse” or “an appointment with your father's razor strop”.

I am guessing this qualifies as asking for a spanking but it was more or less a dare. I was over at my parents house. My mother was home alone at the time. I had an accident dropping and breaking a favorite of my mother's and under my breath uttered the words “damn it”. I did not think my mother was with in earshot. Well, she quickly responded that such language was not tolerated when I was growing up in our house nor is it now by anyone. I kinda laughed and said, “What are you going to do? Spank me? I told her I was an adult with children and she could not spank me like a little girl” Wrong thing to say as she grabbed me and threw me over her knee (I did not offer much resistance) and she took grabbed her nearby hairbrush and announced “Let's just see how funny you think this is now” She then applied the hairbrush to my bottom first lightly and then with increasing intensity until my bottom was both sore and red. She then pulled me up and hugged me like when I was little to comfort me. When we think back on this, both of us have a good laugh about this. Let me tell you that she did not lose her ability to deliver a good and proper spanking with advancing years. lol Denise

I thought about it a lot around the ages of 12-13 but ultimately never had the nerve to go through with it. I was never spanked, but had always as long as I could remember was obsessed with the idea. I was conflicted, in that I was really curious what it was like to get a spanking, but also afraid of it.

The closest I came to really was one time when I was 13 and had been acting up, backtalking, and having just a terrible attitude with my mom out in public. When we got home, she announced my punishment was being grounded from tv and video games for the rest of the day. She sent me to my room for the afternoon to “think about my attitude.” Sounds like a cliche, but I did actually think about it and felt guilty about it.

A familiar thought returned in my head, that I should get spanked. But this time it seemed more “real” that I felt like this time it wasn’t just idle curiosity, but that I really did deserve it.

I was far too embarrassed to just outright ask Mom directly, so I decided I would write I note. And I actually did write out several drafts of a note asking for a spanking. The “plan” if you can call it that, was I would sneak down and leave it somewhere for Mom to find, but after I had returned to my room. I didn’t want to have to awkwardly stand there while she read it in front of me.

Ultimately though, I chickened-out and threw it away. Which I regret. I do still think I deserved to get a spanking that day.

I ask Daddy for a spanking all the time! giggles

I was 11 or 12 and used to play across a park with the kids who lived in a housing area. One of them, Andy, liked to play near his house. One day, our of the blue, his mother appeared in the window of their first floor and yelled that Andy had to come in to get his enema. I had no idea what that was but decided to try to peek, and went closer to the house. I could look in a bit into the bathroom window and saw his mom with this red bag and hose, and And over her lap. I ran home

A while later, I was in my kitchen and turned to my mom and asked, “Mom ,what is an enema?” She answered it was to help you go to the bathroom. I must have looked puzzled at her because she added, "How about I give you one now and you will know. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom., went to the linen closet and took one of those red bags and hoses out, and started running water.

“Thank of you pants and shorts, Jackie,” she said as she started to fill the red bag with water.

“Come over here now,” she told me as she sat on the closed toilet. She hung the now filled-up bag on a small hook and I climbed over her lap. She took some soap from the sink, rand her finger over it and applied it to my bum, going inside as well. That felt interesting. “Here comes the water,” she said. and I heard a metal click. She didn't give me too much and it went in quickly. Then, it stopped. I felt kike I had to go to the bathroom right away. She held me for a minute or so before getting up letting me go to the toilet.

After a few minutes of getting the water out, mom came back into the bathroom and started to rinse the bag and hose and put them over the shower head at the bathtub.

“Jackie, you and I need to have a conversation,” she announced, putting the toilet seat back down and sitting on the cover.

“What's up mom?” I asked.

“While you were in here, I got a call from Andy's mother. she said she was sure it was you looking through the bathroom window as she gave Andy his enema. is that true?”

“Well, ah, … ah,” My face must have turned beet red.

“Peeping is not nice. Neither is lying about not knowing what an enema was. Sounds to me like you are guilty as charged?”

“Mom, I just looked for a second, then ran home.”

“A second is still not right,” she answered, looking at me still without my pants and shorts. “Get over my knee again, right now.”

She reached for a nearby hairbrush and started beating my butt as hard as she could. I started crying right away and asked her to stop."

“You need to learn a lesson, Jackie, and today is the day.” She kept on swatting me until my butt heard so bad. Then she stopped.

I jumped up and started rubbing my butt,.

“We are not finished yet,” she said, as she grabbed the enema bag from the sink and turned on the hot water again. “This time, you get a real enema, not a show one.”

She filled the bag full, emptied it just a bit and took some liquid soap and poured it into the top of the bag. Then I had to climb back over her knees. She used some more soap and lube me, and in went the nozzle. This time the water was hotter, more than before, and the soap burned. By the time she finished, I was hurting in so many ways all because I had lied.

I sure didn't ask for the spanking,, but I remembered it a long time and have loved them for many years.

Once. I was normally punished by having my pocket money stopped for a week or two. Most of my friends got spankings, I was a bit curious to know what it was like and having no pocket money was not nice.

On one occasion, I asked for a spanking instead. My parents reluctantly agreed. I got a bare bottom OTK hand spanking. 12 of the best!