Reactions to others getting spankings!

How did you react and feel when you heard someone else, be it a sibling, cousin, friend or acquaintance, get a spanking? Was the feeling one of sympathy, compassion or sadness; or was it one of excitement, satisfaction and unbridled joy? I must confess that in my case the feelings and reaction were very much of the latter kind! Especially when it was my older sister - the straight A student, head majorette and accomplished athlete among other things - getting her butt roasted! But any overheard spanking always aroused in me feelings of excitement and pleasure, as I got older these being of an increasingly sexual nature. And spankings I witnessed with my own eyes would be the source of immense enjoyment in the privacy of my own bedroom afterwards! What were the reactions of others to the spankings they saw, heard or heard about?

Despite having a spanking kink from an early age, seeing/hearing others get it made me feel scared and sick. My heart would race and my mouth would go dry. As an adult still can't stand seeing kids get hit. I was glad when it was made illegal here in New Zealand a few years ago.

I was not nice. I was mostly glad that it wasn't me. Spankings didn't happen extremely often, but I did tend to get significantly more of them than my sister did.

I have watched the priest at the school I teach at spank boys. I am not sure how I feel about it..

I got turned in seeing my sister get spanked bare ass by dad

As were many of us, Enemas4lif!

I had many of the same feelings John. Of course, if I was also included in the spanking it reduced my enthusiasm.

I too had an older sister, but she was not the 'golden child' of the family. When she got spanked I felt sorry for her, even if she deserved it. (She did always deserve it BTW, and got away with much more than she got punished for.)

Hi John, You've hit the nail on the head!! When your own butt was safe and it was'just' another sibling/siblings who was going to get their behind/behinds blistered you could sit back and really enjoy the spectacle! You were just a spectator! When though you to had a spanking coming your feeling were altogether more ambivalent! Then your enjoyment and excitement was somewhat tempered by the knowledge that your own bottom also would be facing the 'fires of hell'!! The worse position to be in was when your own spanking was either the very last one to take place or even towards the back of the queue! Then you had to listen to your brothers and sisters performing knowing you would be taking your own bow shortly! For me with two brothers and three sisters that was often the case! However, when three, four or on one occasion all five of my fellow siblings were in the hot seat I was in for a good nights entertainment! LOL

Hate to say it but I ussually LAUGHED when someone other then ME got a spanking as I got alot of them. Especially when brother or one of my whiny counsins got one.. now THAT was hilarious!

Your quite right Glycerin Gal their were certain siblings and cousins, as well as some friends and acquaintances who were especially irritating and when they got a spanking you could not help but laugh and find the whole thing highly amusing! One of my sisters, Barbara Ann, would be creating even before the spanking started! Mom and Dad would often remind her to "save her energy for what was about to come as you will have plenty to complain and protest about very shortly"! And boy they were certainly true to the word as her howling during the ensuing spanking would threaten to raise the roof and waken the dead! LOL When someone else was getting their butt roasted the overwhelming emotion was one of sheer relief that it was them rather than you getting it! And you could bet your bottom dollar that if roles were reversed they would feel the same!

I definitely have witnessed a few spankings over the years. Best way i can describe my feelings - sorry for the person being spanked yet intrigued.

People getting a spanking generally deserve it

I must say that when someone was taken out into the hallway for a paddling at school... you could hear a pin drop in the classroom until the silence was interrupted by the shotgun sounds of the wood hitting the jeans. After that it was gleeful laughing. I think the consensus is that there is some sort of satisfaction in seeing/hearing a fellow human get their rear end roasted:-)

I also think, itsameah, back then when you heard someone getting a paddling you were just relieved it was not you! You also knew that if the boot was on the other foot, so to speak, your classmates would find your own painful predicament amusing! On another level laughing was a great way of relieving the tension of the situation!

Both of us are subs. Both of us like being dominated. I've tried spanking her, it was a disaster. We rely on others to play the dom role. I would consider my wife a switch. Our life includes other ex partners. Donald is her black lover and he spanks her. I've watched a time or two and I have to say it was intoxicatingly erotic. I wanted him to be harder, longer, I wanted to see her cry. I loved seeing it, yet it's not my thing to do.

Growing up, my first reaction was probably relief that it wasn't me! Then nervousness and apprehension wondering if I was actually next to receive one. Until the paddle was actually put away, there was always a chance that they weren't done.

When I was growing up, I can't really say that it was arousing watching someone else get spanked. Today, if you stripped a guy down to just a jockstrap, made him bend over and grab his ankles, then paddled him right in front of you -- I'd think that was incredibly hot and would probably be sporting a very hard cock. But even though that's the scene that I regularly saw in high school, I was just too fearful of receiving the same punishment, or showing any signs of arousal in front of the other boys.

As you say, Jimmy, until you were sure you were not going to be spanked, any erotic enjoyment you might experience from such an event was always tempered by nervous apprehension that you might also soon be on the receiving end!

Back when I was in grammar school, I was visiting a friend and witnessed his younger brother being taken to the bathroom and spanked hard by his mother. We didn't see him get spanked but we certainly heard the hard loud slaps and the crying that went with it. To this day I can still imagine what went on behind that bathroom door. It really turned me on.

I didn't usually feel happy about seeing or hearing my brothers getting spanked just because I had escaped getting in trouble when they did. I remember one time that our older brother got a hard paddling from our dad in our bedroom while my younger brother and I listened in the hallway. Our older brother was around 17, I was around 15 and our younger brother was around 13 so it was a big deal for our older brother to get in that kind of trouble at 17. We knew he was in trouble when he was sent to our room and then dad went in with his paddle.

My younger brother and I then went and listened outside the closed bedroom door and heard it all. We weren't grinning or laughing or anything like that. I don't remember feeling sympathetic or not sympathetic at all. It was more shocking that he could still get spanked at 17 and what that meant for us. I don't think that I had given any thought to how old I had to be not to be spanked at home. I had been spanked hard not long before this happened so I knew that age 15 was not too old. The danger of listening outside the bedroom door was that our dad would catch us out there and decide that we needed a lesson in not eavesdropping. I think that we just made it out of the way before dad came out of the bedroom and remember thinking that we had cut it too close.

At school, it was the same feeling most of the time. Hearing or seeing another kid get paddled made me keep my head down when I was younger. About the only time that I remember feeling happy was when this kid who was a bully got paddled in PE class and I didn't feel sorry for him at all.

I think I was fairly philosophical about it at school. I was quite small and so I was bullied a lot. Other boys would purposely get me into trouble with the strictest teachers and then sit and laugh as they watched me wriggling over his lap as my bottom was getting soundly spanked. So when I saw other boys getting it I laughed too, all the better on their bare bottoms and especially if they were brought to tears.

That's how I remember it Chris! Most other kids would laugh AT YOU when you were getting YOUR BUTT roasted! So you might as well laugh AT THEM when they were getting THEIR BUTTS roasted!

We used to have a tabloid Sunday 'newspaper' here in the UK ( all based on sordid sex scandals, lurid exposes, malicious rumours, crime, titillation etc), the News of the World, whose motto was 'All human life is here'. Well, I guess that was true of many English UK Junior School classes in the 1960s.

There were 46 children in my class ( boy / girl split pretty equal ). It was a pretty tough school and the teachers were uniformly very strict. They needed to be as there were plenty of potentially 'challenging' pupils. The boys were mostly sons of coal- miners, steam locomotive drivers / firemen and manual labourers. Some of them were pretty rough and wild. The teachers could spank as well as use the strap and the slipper (only the headmaster was allowed to cane pupils). Thus CP was a daily occurrence and almost commonplace.

So the class was a microcosm of society in many ways. Aggressive boys, defiant boys, compliant boys rowdy boys, quiet boys, exhibitionists, shy, quiet types,even the occasional studious boy (like me...although my background was pretty rough and ready ). There was a dichotomy in the girls too....Noisy, voluble girls, overbearing / sneering girls, quiet 'retiring' girls, spiteful 'sharp tongued' girls, kind and caring girls etc., etc.

I was a fairly compliant, polite boy in school. I was not a 'goody two shoes' /'teacherspet' type. I was fairly quiet in class, and smart. But it did not always save me from getting the strap or being spanked / slapped or being rapped across the knuckles with a ruler. Yes, sometimes the class would initially laugh ( borne out of nervousness / relief - that it wasn't you!!) or in response to some witty badinage between teacher / pupil. But, generally, the teachers would not tolerate it for long. Rebuking us sternly with "Silence!!!" or "Be quiet this instant!" etc.....with heavy emphasis on latent threat of retribution.

So, for myself I did not particularly enjoy witnessing boys being punished (the girls were rarely, if ever, subjected to CP in front of the class ). Occasionally I felt self - righteous if a nasty / vicious bully received their just desserts. I am intrigued to read some people's accounts of being punished on the bare (in front of the class). The reason is that (in state schools) I am certain that it was actually illegal to pull down a boy's shorts / trousers in 'public', let alone his underwear.

I was once spanked in my underwear ( very humiliating), purely because 20 or so of us boys were sitting on PT benches in the school hall - just wearing our underpants or vest / pants whilst awaiting a school medical examination. We were, of course, supposed to sit in silence. But, when the teacher's back was turned, one exhibitionist / daredevil flashed his juvenile penis / balls to the group. Of course there was some slightly shocked quiet sniggering / giggling. As the teacher whirled around, someone whispered a silly, smutty remark and, desperately trying not to laugh out loud, I snorted.

My heart sank and my stomach churned as I knew what was coming. " How dare you boy! Get out here, now!!" I felt 20 or so pairs of eyes boring into me. I felt very humiliated and embarrassed being harangued whilst standing there in my undies. An order to fetch a chair was a precursor to a spanking. Mentally, I was trying to prepare myself not to cry in front of everyone. " Get over, boy. I'll teach you not to disobey. You won't be laughing when I have finished with you."

If you were never spanked as a kid, then I can tell you, it's an ordeal - especialy in front of an 'audience' of your peers. I was further humiliated. As I lay across his lap, he pulled my vest up...so my midriff was bare and did that horrible 'wedging' move by grabbng the waistband of my undies and yanking hard ( tbereby pulling a lot of the material up into my crotch / groin / crack. It hurt. ) Moreover, it exposed a lot of my bum to the onlookers. It was a hard spanking (& he also slapped the backs of my tnighs - which is a horrible stinging sensation) and it hurt....but I managed not to cry.

After I returned the chair to the stack and went to sit down ( feeling fairly upset )...I could tell...just from people's eyes....Who had derived sadistic gratification from my beating / who was excited by it / who was amused by it / who was sympathetic / who was relieved - it wasn't them / who was upset by it / who admired me for not crying etc., etc.

Fast forward to G Sch. In early teen boy age. We had a nasty PE master who slippered us in our near naked state. I will confess ( during that period of raging hormones and confused sexuality ) that I did sometimes get aroused watching some of my friends being beaten in just their very skimpy white shorts. But, afterwards, I always felt terribly guilty about such thoughts.

We had a nasty PE master who slippered us in our near naked state.

Whenever I see the term "slippered", I always wonder if it is really what it sounds like. Does this mean your PE teacher would take his shoe off and hit you with it? Should I take that term literally?

OMG...Yes!! It is just a generic word in the UK. Not to be confused with carpet slippers. In the 1960s UK, a slipper ( as in PT) was a gym shoe or trainer. No, the odious, vicious and sadistic guy did not take off one that he was wearing. He (and many other teachers) kept a small supply of gym shoes - specifically to beat pupils with, but they always referred to ' the slipper'.

It was widely used, because such punishments were often deemed to be 'informal' ( hence they did not need to be entered into an official Punishment Book or Log, unlike the cane). What was horrible and nasty about this guy (who we were all terrified of and who we all hated) is that we began to understand a little bit (although we were very naive as 11 / 12 year olds in 1963) about sadism and gratuitous punishments.

Don't get me wrong.....we sometimes did misbehave (even though we were Grammar School boys LOL) and being hit with the gym shoe was a legal punishment. But we began to realise that this guy would often 'invent excuses' to beat us, when we had genuinely done nothing to deserve it (which is the main reason why we hated him). He clearly enjoyed it. Our indoor PT 'uniform' was just flimsy / skimpy white shorts (no underwear allowed). So being whacked with the gym shoe certainly hurt.

He was a creep too. At the end of every lesson, he always made someone stay behind - ostensibly for bad behaviour and to do some minor chore ( tidying up equipment etc). But he would also make whichever boy it was (& sometimes it was me) remove his shorts.....so that he could then apply the gym shoe to the bare buttocks, whilst the boy was naked. I have no doubt that such behaviour was highly improper / illegal....but as terrified schoolboys, we did not know this 50 plus years ago, so never dared to say a word about it.

@schoolmedsboi thanks for the clear explanation. Your PE teacher sounds a lot like the one that I had in high school. The only difference was that he used a wooden paddle instead of a shoe. Change that little detail and they sound almost the same. Crazy, mean SOB.

As the beginning of the punishment was always a description of how naughty the boy or girl had been and how much they deserved what was coming, I never felt anything but interest in what was going to happen. I rarely saw girls spanked growing up, only glimpses through doors etc but for boys it was always in the 'playroom' as we called it (I was bought up in a childrens home) with their underpants and trousers or pyjama bottoms round their ankles. I always moved so I could see exactly what was going on and what was exposed! We would sometimes talk about others spankings but mostly about older boys who cried which we enjoyed (I'm sorry to say). Pubic hair was another source of immense amusement. There was never any sympathy for the victim or for us when it was our turn.

That was my main source of entertainment, watching and hearing others get paddled. I guess I was their source of entertainment when I got it. I grew up in the South and buns were batted around with wooden paddles every day some where within the confines of that school.

I might add that I am very much against spanking for kids, now. It is strictly adult entertainment and in my estimation 99% of it is somehow sexually related. I guess, in my opinion, spanking a child is sexually abusing that child.

Rob

From the paywalled Times last December, other less detailed accounts around of this research:

Scientists claim to have found the point at which children derive sufficient pleasure from witnessing someone being punished that they are prepared to pay for the experience — and it is very early indeed. However, they also said that we shouldn’t feel less affectionate towards our children because of their self-righteous sadism: they are just learning to be adults.

For the research, published in the journal Nature Human Behaviour, 65 children were shown puppets who were either nasty or nice. The nice puppet would offer a toy and let them have it. The nasty puppet would offer it but then keep it. Then, the puppets were beaten up.

Midway through the puppet-bashing, a curtain went down. To raise it again, the children had to give the psychologists a token that could otherwise be exchanged for a sticker. Only by the age of six were they prepared to forgo their sticker to witness the puppet being punished, and when they did it was to see the bad puppet getting its comeuppance.

The question is, why? Nikolaus Steinbeis, from UCL, believes that such behaviour may be fundamental to being human. “We need to get away from the judgment, and stop thinking this is horrid. It’s a useful mechanism,” he said.

From the crowds that used to turn out with a picnic to enjoy a good hanging, to the good honest fun of publicly shaming a mild transgression on Twitter, humans have long known the joy to be gained from someone else’s pain. Dr Steinbeis argues that it makes sense. “Punishment is a very effective way of ensuring others around you behave in a fair way,” he said. “That gets people in line. So a feeling of reward when seeing a deserved punishment helps ensure that happens.”

He said that the research showed how deep these emotions were in us — but by watching the faces of the children, he said it was also clear the feelings were not uncomplicated. “It’s a really funny mixture of emotions. On the one hand they were seeing punishment, something that typically elicits empathy. So there was a frown. But this was also mixed with pleasure, and smiling.”

Mind you, not everyone was quite so conflicted: “We have a video of one child clearly chuckling to himself as the punishment unfolds.”

I was a mixture of all three emotions mentioned and when I got older than six I did smile, enjoy and even occasionally giggle with a friend, cousin or brother depending on who was getting spanked and why. I particularly enjoyed seeing my younger girl cousin getting spanked as she was the same when I got spanked, she'd go whining to my aunt or uncle when she felt I'd done something to annoy her that might lead to a spanking.

There were also plenty spankings shown in UK comics when I was growing up, usually in the last panel of the story. These were very often accompanied by showing other children laughing and/or smiling at seeing or hearing the punishment as well as adults.

Growing up if it wasn't your own ass getting lit up we would have a laugh at somone sufering. We were twisted. I guess I still am. But as I got a little older hearing /seeing or hearing of a girl getting spanked was a huge huge huge turn on.

I felt a lot different when I watched mom go to work on my younger brothers bare bottom with her paddle. He used to tease me a lot and made my life miserable, sometimes. I derived a certain satisfaction watching him get his pants taken down and his soon-to-be red behind soundly paddled!