Getting a spanking that you did not think you deserved

My stepfather was always spanking me for something or the other. Given everything he would spank me for, I don't think I ever got a spanking that I shouldn't have, but I do feeel I got a heavier/harsher spanking than my stepbrother even when we were being punished for the same offense.

Stepfathers spanking stepdaughters always makes me morally frown.

Over a period of about 10 years that I lived with my girlfriend that spanked me I got several that I felt were questionable. But while I was getting it I would tell myself that you wanted this lifestyle and this is part of the price you pay. Sometimes she would tell me that this might not be fair but I think it would be best if you got a spanking. I have no complaints.

My mother on the other hand was a very bitter unhappy woman and I paid for it. That's all I want to say about that.

All the time, I didn't think I deserved most of them, but then again I did deserve some of them, I always knew when I was about to get one. but by then it was too late to change that.

My one and only spanking was deserved. I was 5 and my baby sister was born 8 months after I turned 5. I hurt her by pushing her against the wall and trapping her in between the wall and our playset. She was trapped good. My dad saw her and picked her up and said, “Did you do that?” Stupidly, I said yes. I went over his knee and got spanked…but it was over clothes but I still cried. After he spanked me. he made me an ice cream cone so I think it was probably ineffective.

I wasn't spanked as a kid. But as an adult I have never been spanked because I “deserved it”. I've always been spanked because my partner wanted to spank me… perhaps because she was annoyed, perhaps to make a point, perhaps because spankings are super sexy, perhaps because she just wanted to see me turn red and squirmy.

I remember when in my early teens, I was playing soccer in friends garden. My friend kicked the ball and it hit a window. His mum came out shouting “who did that?”. I said it was me and went into the kitchen past her, where I pulled my trousers and underwear down and stood facing the wall. His mum came in sat on a kitchen chair and putting me over her lap, she gave a hard long spanking. My friend didn't say anything and I told him later it was fine. His mum told my mum whathadhappened when she came to get me later and she also gave me a spanking when we got home.

I feel all spankings are earned

I feel all spankings are earned

There are so many accounts here of totally undeserved spankings, even going by the definition of strict, no-nonsense people who simply love to dole out spankings for the slightest possible reason.

Even taking those into account, there are still so many stories here of completely undeserved spankings. Some are horrid to read.

Don't get me wrong there was plenty I did but there was plenty I didn't too

I agree that you deserve the spanking if I did what you did my parents will spank me till kingdom comes. We are always taught to respect other people’s it a big thing in our family.

Having said that when we are being spanked we will think that we don’t deserve such a hard spanking on the bare bottom.

It only after the spanking than you reflect on it then you realise you deserve it but also I agree that certain spankings I still don’t it.

The thing is that I have no say or control while I am being spanked as I am not the one that is administrating the spanking. I do talk to my husband about it why I do not deserve that spanking he will explain also explain to me why I deserve it. He do sometimes agrees that I do not deserve such a hard spanking. We communicate and talk about these and that why my marriage last till now. Many married couples fail to communicate that where the marriage falls.

A neighbor once saw me holding a cigarette for a friend while he was helping me pump up my bike tire.

That lady knew my mother and told her she had seen me smoking.

I was 12 years old and a few months before I had been spanked (deservedly) for the same thing, so I got another spanking on my bare bottom, much harsher than the previous one, because it was considered a relapse.

For two or three days I couldn't ride my bike and had to pedal standing up. My butt was really blistered from my mom's belt.

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I was 12 years old...

For two or three days I couldn't ride my bike and had to pedal standing up. My butt was really blistered from my mom's belt.

@Jumbix

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This reminded me of having to ride my bike to-and-from school when I was a boy. It was not really optional because I lived too far away from the school for walking to make sense, but not far enough to ride the school bus.

School spankings/paddlings were usually administered during 1-hour after-school detention periods or during 4-hour Saturday morning detention periods. I attended very strict Christian schools (grade school, junior high school, & high school).

In the primary and elementary grades (grades 1-6), these detentions were served in the classrooms, where bare-bottomed over-the-lap punishments were administered by the teachers with hairbrush-shaped paddles (without any bristles). In these grades, naughty boys and girls were punished in front of each other. The boys had to pull down their school uniform pants before laying over the teacher's lap. When in position, the teacher would pull the boys' underpants down just far enough to bare their butts for the other boys and girls to witness their buttocks being paddled to a rosy/scarlet/crimson shade of red. The only difference for the girls was that they wore school uniform skirts, so they went over the teacher's lap first, and then the teacher lifted their skirts and lowered their panties.

In the junior high school and high school grades (grades 7-12), the after-school detentions were served in the gymnasium, where the PE coaches were the disciplinarians and required the naughty boys and girls to run laps and do push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups for one hour. And then, in the boys' and girls' locker rooms (while still completely wet and naked after showering), the naughty students would have to straddle and bend themselves over old decommissioned vaulting horses for the coaches to administer the leather strap and/or the school paddle in front of the other naughty students of the same gender. In the boys' locker room, it was not uncommon for embarrassment and frightened anticipation to cause erections, especially for 7th grade boys experiencing this disciplinary ritual for the first time. And, some boys like me never outgrew these erections. My last such punishment was in the 12th grade (senior year in high school), when I was 17 years old, and I was rock hard before, during, and after my trip over the vaulting horse.

I hated riding my bike home after receiving school discipline! During my junior high and high school years, this was especially difficult, having just finished an exhausting one-hour disciplinary physical workout. I was unable to ride all the way home standing on the pedals, so I would try to sit very gingerly on the bicycle seat, but eventually I would ride over a bump which was quite uncomfortable with already very sore buttocks!

One time, in the 9th grade (freshman year in high school), I was overheard telling a friend that that my female algebra teacher was a F_CK'ING B_TCH. My friend was overheard agreeing with me by rephrasing what I had said, but using the C word instead of the B word. So, my friend and I were assigned half-day (4-hour) Saturday morning detentions. My dad tanned my hide with his razor strop at about 6am, right before I had to ride my bike to the school. At the school, after 3 hours of doing campus landscaping/painting work and running laps (with an already sore ass), my friend and I showered and then straddled our wet bodies over the vaulting horse to receive 10 swats with the paddle. Then, I had to ride home on my bike, with my ass on fire. When I arrived at home, my dad had me fetch and peel a 4 foot river willow switch which he used to put a dozen very painful red stripes/welts across my bare ass, while biting down on a bar of Ivory soap to "clean out my filthy mouth". On Monday morning, I was still unable to comfortably ride my bike to school, and the boys in my PE class teased me when they saw my still-tanned and striped/welted buttocks in the locker room showers. I never used foul language on campus again!

Getting a spanking that you didn't think you deserved can be a confusing and frustrating experience. It might make you feel unfairly treated or misunderstood. However, it's important to remember that parents or caregivers often have reasons for their actions, even if those reasons aren't immediately clear to you. They might be trying to teach you a lesson about responsibility, safety, or respect for others. It's always a good idea to talk to them about it afterward. Communication can help clear up misunderstandings and allow you to express your feelings. It's also important to reflect on the situation and consider if there was something you could have done differently. Learning from these experiences, even the tough ones, can help you grow and develop better judgment in the future.

There were one or two times growing up that I thought it wasn’t fair, or too harsh. But I didn’t think particularly hard about it because my mom was the sole source of moral instruction and also I kinda liked it and liked that type of attention.

My mom sent me on an errand to pick up something at the nearby 7-11. When I got there I saw a buddy behind the building smoking a cigarette. He offered me one from the pack he had but I declined (I had asthma and smoking was a sure trigger.) I was even taking a chance hanging out with him for a few minutes. I then went into the store for whatever I was to pick up started back home. My friend had left but I saw him walking ahead of me so I ran to catch up. As we walked along he smoked another cigarette.

Anyway, I get home and my mom smells the cigarette smoke on my clothes and hair and accused me of smoking. I denied it and said I was just walking with a friend who was smoking. She demanded to know who. I refused, not wanting to rat out my buddy.

She told me to drop my stinky clothes straight into the washing machine and then take a shower. When I went to my room to get dressed after the shower mom was waiting for me, paddle in hand. I went over her lap for a hard paddling that had me in tears.

Getting a spanking that you didn't think you deserved can be a confusing and frustrating experience. It might make you feel unfairly treated or misunderstood. However, it's important to remember that parents or caregivers often have reasons for their actions, even if those reasons aren't immediately clear to you.

I was never physically spanked, but I was punished in other ways for things I didn't deserve. These were usually the result of my tattle-tale younger sister running to mommy as fast as her legs could run and telling her embellished little tale of woe. Since she got to my mother first, she established the narrative and there was little I could do to establish my version being the more correct version of events. And besides, I was a boy and older and therefore had the duty of knowing better and to always be sucking up to the younger siblings and accommodating their every little whim or wham. That was the overriding consideration my mother operated on.

After a while I just stopped trying to convince my mother of my version of what had happened. I'd just wait until she came to get me while my sister stood behind her with a grin plastered over her lying face.

So yes, parents may have had their reasons, but they were not always the correct ones for punishing/spanking. And yet throughout my younger years, I never blamed my mother for any of the punishing. I blamed my sister for her lies and embellishments.

I was spanked as a for a period time, for reasons unknown, except that I was told, (no kidding) that I had a naughty posterior. The other things that were said was "You know" and that tisk, tisk, sound, while it was going on. To be honest, I enjoyed them even if they were wonderfully overwhelming.