Double spanking. Spanking at school and at home.

That's likely because you might not have had an older sister who was always Teacher's 'designated squealer.'

I never went to a school that allowed spanking, but I remember one time when I was 13 I got in big trouble (forgot why) and my mom gave a four spankings for it. One when we got home, another before bed the same day, and one more the morning after. I thought that was it but mom thought I hadn't learned my lesson yet so she spanked me again that night.

I never went to a school that allowed spanking, but I remember one time when I was 13 I got in big trouble (forgot why) and my mom gave a four spankings for it. One when we got home, another before bed the same day, and one more the morning after. I thought that was it but mom thought I hadn't learned my lesson yet so she spanked me again that night.

That’s carrying it a bit to far. Get it over with and put it behind you. Maybe your mom just got off on it.

Like m1943, the spanking of children at school (especially boys) was perfectly legal and it was 'part and parcel' of everyday school life. Most parents also physically chastised their own children at home. My own Junior School (Elementary School USA equivalent) was in a tough coal - mining town. I was there between September 1959 and July 1963. I was not a particularly troublesome pupil, but I did inevitably get up to boyish mischief sometimes.

One of my worst school spankings was during (in UK terms) the incredibly severe winter of 1962 - 1963. The school did not close down and so a lot of it was a huge daily adventure (such as enormous ice slide across part of the playground). So much I could say about that amazing time....but..the spanking.

There were two sides of the large playground, (the school had 400 or so pupils) bounded by iron railings, which were near roads. One was a fairly busy main road and the other was a small side road. Traffic (nowhere near today's levels) was very slow moving on the side road (much bigger accumulation of snow and ice - not cleared so often, nor as thoroughly as the main road) and it was quite close (just a narrow pavement's -sidewalk - width) from the railings.

Over the course of a couple of weeks or so, we boys had built up several mounds of snow which were as high as the 6 foot railings. A new game was to jump from mound to mound (Of course, risking slipping and potentially falling onto the top of the spiked railings! No one ever did).

Boys will be boys though. Someone came up with the bright idea of throwing snowballs (from the top of these mounds of snow) at any slow- moving passing high - sided vans or lorries*. Looking back now, very silly, and reckless. We NEVER aimed at the cabs, just the high sides of the cargo part. (* The vehicles - not many came along - were very close - probably only 8 feet away and literally crawling at almost walking pace.)

Stupid I know. Inevitably we were caught in the act (or very nearly). It could have been a caning offence...,but there were a lot of us who were involved. So it was decided that we would be dealt with by our own teachers. My own teacher (female) took great delight in spanking naughty boys.

So, it was a good day for her!! 4 of us to punish - as always in front of the entire class. Contrary to popular belief, teachers were not allowed to pull down boys' trousers and underwear, not in state schools at any rate (& certainly not in front of 40 other children). But, in 1963 (even in sub zero temperatures), 10 year old boys wore short trousers to school. So, our upper legs / thighs were freezing cold from playtime in the snow.

This particular harridan had perfected the art of 'wedging'. As she hauled boys across her lap (backside facing the class) she would grab the waistband of their short trousers and yank it up really hard. This pulled any material from the shorts (+ underwear) right up into the groin (it actually did hurt your juvenile balls), thus exposing a lot of the tender skin of the upper thighs / lower buttocks (so it was embarrassing enough!!). She was a strong woman and she would often keep smacking / slapping / spanking until boys burst into tears.

The first two did. I felt lucky. I was (purely by chance) the last to be spanked. It still really hurt, especially because it was on cold, tight bare skin. I did not cry, but probably only because she was beginning to run out of steam and did not spank me quite as hard, nor as long, as the first two victims.

But, it was not over for me - as news travelled fast on the 'grapevine' of those close communities. I only lived a short distance from the school and I had a lot of fun playing in the deep snow drifts on the way home. I was not initially worried as my feisty mother instructed me to get my wet clothes off and 'get upstairs'. Pretty routine. I did need to change and put the wet clothes to dry.

Ominously, she followed me into my bedroom as I stood there in my vest and underpants (which were not wet). I blanched when I noticed that she was holding her 'japanned' hairbrush with a chrome handle. My mother never prevaricated."What's all this I hear about you throwing snowballs at lorries!! Well?" Mum...I..,I..err..." "Is it true? Is it?" "Muuuuummm....it was just a game...,"

She exploded."Just a game? I'll give you just a game!! I'll not have a son of mine behaving like that! You bloody silly little hooligan!! " She sat on the edge of my bed and patted her lap."Right, my lad!! I'll show you! Get those pants off and get over my lap...now!!" " But.,mum..,it.." " No buts!! Pants off.,,get over..," I was close to tears already, my bottom was still hurting a bit from the school spanking. I knew my fate was sealed. One last plea.,"Muuumm.,.please.," " I shan't tell you again!!! Get over!!"

Reluctantly I complied and she began to rain down blows on my bare buttocks. I was soon squirming and wriggling. Before long I was crying. It wasn't a savage beating, but it hurt a lot coming so soon after the previous spanking."Right. Stand up!! Now, let that be a lesson to you my lad. Don't ever let me hear about you throwing snowballs at lorries ever again. Do you hear?" "Yes mum" (tearfully). "Good. Now, get dressed and come downstairs in fifteen minutes for your tea."

At least that was something about CP. That was it. Dealt with. She never mentioned the matter again and it certainly reinforced the point about my potentially dangerous (though never deliberately ill - intentioned) behaviour.

That’s carrying it a bit to far. Get it over with and put it behind you. Maybe your mom just got off on it.

I didn't mind I enjoyed being spanked growing up, weird kid, so whatever

Never at school, though the teachers loved to remind us Catholic students how it USED to be as a joke.

A neighbor once gave me a surprisingly sound spanking for going into their garden while they were not home, then I was spanked again when brought home. The neighbor was Danish, I think, I can still hear her scolding me in her accented English! She spanked differently than my mother and grandmother - very old-fashioned to spank someone else's misbehaving child, but she and my mom knew each other well.

She spanked differently than my mother and grandmother - very old-fashioned to spank someone else's misbehaving child, but she and my mom knew each other well.

Born mid 1940's, growing up in blue-collar town I witnessed kids getting spanked from adults who were not related to them. As young as my friends and I were, we knew that some of these adults were just looking for any excuse to spank; and so we avoided them.

My brothers and I definitely got spanked at home if we got paddled at school. It wasn't any surprise if it happened. The only surprise was if our parents didn't find out that one of us had been paddled at school. In the early grades, the teacher or principal sent a note home with us that had to be signed by a parent that said that we had been paddled. So, in elementary school, there was no escaping a second spanking. Probably because none of us knew how to forge our parents' signatures. In junior high, some teachers might send a note home with us but I don't think that was a school policy. But if one of my brothers let it slip at home that I had been paddled at school, then I was spanked again at home. Of course, I might have done the same to them once or twice. But usually if my brothers and I knew that one of us had been paddled, we kept our mouths shut. There might be a phone call from the school to home in junior high and high school but I don't think that happened unless a teacher or principal was pissed off at one of us. The worst spanking I got at home was in junior high when I had pissed off the PE coach. He had paddled another boy and me very hard and then he called my Dad and told him. I ended up getting a very hard strapping with Dad's belt later that day. Getting in trouble at school always got us spanked or paddled at home if our parents found out.

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My mom used to always Tell me that when she was in school she would get a Spanking both in school then home, and she would complain how nowadays teachers are not allowed to discipline kids.

Never was spanked at school. I did get the dreaded note from my teacher to take home that would mention my acting up in class; ha, “acting up in class” was tantamount to saying please give him a good spanking!

I attended a Catholic school, grades 1-8, in New England, run by nuns. These were a no-nonsense, in-control group of nuns. Their favorite method of control: The Canadian School Strap. At the beginning of every school year the sister-principal of the school would pay a visit to every grade, bringing with her the dreaded strap, (much like a tawse), though wider and heavier. The purpose of the visit was to remind all the students of what our bottoms would be subjected to if we didn’t perform up to their expectations during the school year. We were all duly impressed (terrified?) as she walked up and down each aisle in the classroom so we could each have an up-close look at the shiny, black, heavy (barely flexible) strap, shaped much like the wood paddles some parents used on their kids at home, except that the strap was all leather.

Parents were all aware of the strap at school and it was understood that the nuns had the right to put the strap to good use as they saw fit. While I never had a close encounter with the school strap, inevitably, every semester, some students, (it seemed to be only boys!), from every grade, were occasionally sent to the sister principal’s office at the far end of the school building, along with a note from the student’s home-room nun as to why they were being sent to the Sister Principal’s office. The poor kid would return to his home-room a short time later, usually fanny rubbing and in tears. This impressed the rest of his classmates…(me for sure!!) big time. It was obvious that he “got the strap” and even though the strap was administered (only 6 licks maximum were permitted) to a boy’s clothed bottom, the strap was a wide, heavy implement, and when applied by “Sister Attila-The-Nun”, it was very serious business regardless. The bad news for the day’s current “victim” was that he was, in all likelihood, going to graduate, later that evening, to a followup session on his fanny at the business end of his father’s razor strop, if his parents learned of his misfortune at the principal’s hands…and parents…somehow…always did.

As above, I never met the school strap at the hands of Sister-Principal. My parents, however, remained ever vigilant on school behavior by me and my brothers. My brother Marc was three years ahead of me at school, and as an official “hellion” had encountered the school strap on three occasions between grades 4 and 6. In our home that also meant he’d encountered my dad’s strop on those same occasions.

No, I was not totally immune to having my butt warmed, though not at school. Every quarter at school meant taking home a “Report Card” demonstrating school grades in many categories, including “Comportment”. While I wasn’t the “hellion” that Marc was, I pushed the behavior envelope once in a while in lesser ways, and of course I would end up taking home a Report Card noting some less than satisfactory grades in Comportment. By dad’s expectations, that meant a butt warming, undershorts only, with dad’s strop. I deserved every licking I got, and I still miss those lickings.

When I was in the ninth grade I got into a tennis shoe battle with about 5 other boys. Our gym teacher caught us and he gave each of us 3 swats with the paddle. This was in 1960. It was the policy of our school system that if we were paddled at school, the teacher or administrator would call our home. The gym teacher did indeed call my home. My mother got the message. When my father came home Mom told me to tell Dad what happened at school. His reply was that if I got spanked at school, he would give me more. He sent me to my room. He followed holding his Fuller Brush oval hair brush. He gave me 6 swats with the brush over his knee. He warned me that if I got it again at school, I would get a spanking on my bare bottom from him with that brush.

When I was in the ninth grade I got into a tennis shoe battle with about 5 other boys. Our gym teacher caught us and he gave each of us 3 swats with the paddle. This was in 1960. It was the policy of our school system that if we were paddled at school, the teacher or administrator would call our home. The gym teacher did indeed call my home. My mother got the message. When my father came home Mom told me to tell Dad what happened at school. His reply was that if I got spanked at school, he would give me more. He sent me to my room. He followed holding his Fuller Brush oval hair brush. He gave me 6 swats with the brush over his knee. He warned me that if I got it again at school, I would get a spanking on my bare bottom from him with that brush.

Many times in jr high,and quite a few times by an old spinster lady for cutting across her yard on the way home from school.The very first time she caught me she grabbed me by my ear and pulled me into her house and upstairs to her bedroom! “I was scared shitless” then she pulled my pants and underwear down and gave me a slow red bottom spanking ,I fought her for a little while then i started to get hard so I gave in to her and just let it happen! I let her catch me more times after that and she didn’t have to grab my ear!

I have already posted a story about double spanking: school and home, but I was spanked twice at home once by Mom first and then my dad. I think I was about 11 or 12 years old. My mom caught me in lie. As she was lecturing me about it, I told her to “shut up!” She immediately got the wooden spoon out of the kitchen drawer and told me to drop my pants and my underpants. I refused. She yelled at me and I realized that I better obey. She gave me several swats with the wooden spoon on my bare bottom bent over the kitchen table. I was then sent to my room. When Dad came home from work, she told him what happened. He became very angry and called to me to come to the living room. He yelled at me and told me that I would be sorry for how I treated my mom. He told me to stay in the living room with her. He came back a few minutes later with his hairbrush. He told me to take off my pants and underwear. He put me over his lap and spanked me hard while Mom watched my spanking. I cried, I asked him to stop, etc. When the spanking was over, he told me to apologize to Mom. I was sent to my room until dinner.

I was spanked more than once for the same offense by my mom. It seems I was a bit of a smart mouth regarding my behavior after being spanked. WRONG THING TO DO!! lol. My bottom was already on fire but she managed to really light it up to a bright red and never again did I repeat my misdeed. Denise

I was spanked more than once for the same offense by my mom. It seems I was a bit of a smart mouth regarding my behavior after being spanked. WRONG THING TO DO!! lol. My bottom was already on fire but she managed to really light it up to a bright red and never again did I repeat my misdeed. Denise

@Denise as my PhD in Spankoligy thesis was girls who liked to be spanked, you may of secretly enjoyed, craved the feelings, and sensations of the multiple spankings. The repeated warming of a well spanked bottom. The condition is known as “Women who desire repeated warming of a well spanked bottom”

Symptoms include, the wearing of extremely tight girdles, wanting to be spanked over said tight girdles, then the continuous feeling of the well spanked bottom under said girdles. Chronic devotees of “repeated warming of a well spanked bottom” have been known to wear more than one really tight girdle at a time to enhance and maintain the “repeated warming of a well spanked bottom.”

At this time there is no known cure for this condition but some Doctors of Spankoligy have achieved a some success by administering multiple large enemas. If you would be interested in a consultation I can be reached through this site 😃

Often spanked by teacher or coach and also by dad or mom.

There was an unwritten rule, in our house and also most other homes I knew, that a paddling at school meant a spanking or whupping at home. And bad as the school paddling was, given across a fully clothed behind, the spanking at home was far worse since it was always given across the bare bottom! I both knew, and strongly suspected this to be the case in numerous other families too. That's just how it was back in those days!

At this time there is no known cure for this condition but some Doctors of Spankoligy have achieved a some success by administering multiple large enemas. If you would be interested in a consultation I can be reached through this site 😃

Pretty smooth. I'll bet no one buys what you are selling though. I did have to laugh.

I had been spanked at school in 5th grade. I went to an all girls school.

Skirt was raised as the teacher placed me across her lap. I received 4 swats with a paddle over my panties.

My mom was notified and was furious with me. When she picked me up that afternoon she told me i was getting another spanking when we got home. I started to cry, but when we got home my skirt and panties both came off and i got moms hairbrush blistering my bare bottom.

My worst spanking ever.

My friend is the same age as me and we both went to catholic schools in the 70's where the strap was administered. She and I both recounted the time we got the a strap - administered in the principals office on the palm of you hands. She then said that at home she “got it again” but on her backside. I said same with me and my sisters strap at school meant going over Dad's knee at home with pants and undies down. To which she said “me too and a lot”!! Anyone have similar experiences?

I guess I lucked out on that. I got swats a few times in elementary school but they never called my parents (and I certainly never volunteered that info). I know other kids parents got called (and usually paid the consequences again at home). Perhaps my offenses were minor (they never involved fighting or cheating).

Paddling in middle school was done for only serious issues by the vice-principal, never the teachers. Those often were combined with a suspension and parent conference. The one exception was the PE coach. He'd cruise the locker room with a frat paddle ready to swat the butt of any boy ‘horsing around’ and not focused on changing, showering, etc. But getting a swat from ‘coach’ was like a rite of passage. The boy would howl in pain with a smile on his face and maybe rub his butt as well. But coach never called any parents for locker room shenanigans.

I was paddled at school. When my dad found out, he gave me another spanking. Whether you think that's a “double spanking” depends on your perspective. I did (!), but my dad felt otherwise.

It was just Standard Operating Procedure and a well known tenet of the kid justice system that if another adult (babysitter, neighbor, other kid's parent, teacher or principal) gave you a spanking that you were going to get a worse one when you got home. My sassy mouth got me in trouble on more than one occasion in grade school, where the paddle was the form of punishment used, and my mom would be waiting for me with the yardstick. My high school had traded in the paddle for the detention though. I was too big to whup by then anyway.