Best or worst spanking

What is the best or worst spanking anyone has got in their lifetime don't be shy give all the details

I guess looking back on everything now, the best spanking I ever got was my first one from my stepdad.

I was 11 and my mom and I had just moved into his house recently. He was making me mad and I talked back to him. He told me to watch my mouth or I would regret it and I stuck my tongue out at him. He told me that I was going to get spanked and grabbed my wrist and lead me into the family room. He sat down on the loveseat and I just like stood there confused (my mom had spanked me when I was younger but it was always like a slap to my ass quickly).

The next thing I know, still standing there confused, he grabs my wrist and pulls me closer. Then he uses both hands and undoes the button on my shorts, and continues by unzipping them. As he does that they become very lose and he lets them fall to my ankles. He then put his hands on either side of my hips and pulled down my panties to around my knees. I felt so many things, anger, embarrassment, excitement as I stood there in front of him so exposed. It didn’t help that he was looking right at my privates.

He then pulled me over his lap and grabbed my right hand and pulled it back. I’d never been spanked like this and felt all the embarrassment in the world as he’d just seen my privates and now was looking down at my butt and privates from behind. I tried to cross my legs to help myself, but he just used his other hand to pull my legs apart and then open them slightly. As he opened my legs I again felt a surge in emotions. He then proceeded to spank my ass, hard and fast. I was crying and kicking and squirming around to no avail. When he finished he held me over his lap and softly rubbed my now red and hot butt.

Worst:

I was coming to my grandma’s house from school in 8th grade, she had Alzheimer’s and my dad and I were staying there looking after her. When I walked in she looked at me and said “get out of here you freeloader”. I was confused, not knowing exactly what a freeloader was, and just said “grandma, it’s me, your grandson.”

“No you’re not but when he gets home you better watch out”

I continued taking my back pack to the living room and she got angry and picked up a knife and came at me with it. I started to run through the house insisting I was her grandson. She wasn’t very fast fortunately so I had no problem staying away. After a short exchange I said “I’m just a kid! Cant you just spank me?” She said “ok, fine” and finally put the knife down.

I followed her to the dining room where she pulled a chair out. As soon as she did I laid over her knee. She quickly told me “pull your pants down”. I stood and pulled them down leaving my undies up to which she said “breeches too!” I slowly slid them down and went back over her knee. She smacked with her hand and I barely felt it.

Suddenly it all hit me again, my grandmother wasn’t the same any more and never would be. She couldn’t even spank me any more... as goofy as that might sound, that’s what went through my head. I started to cry hard even though it did not hurt at all.

Best:

The first time my ex-girlfriend spanked me in a hotel we were staying at. She indulged my fantasy of a southern girl babysitter spanking a very naughty boy (she was from Georgia and had a terrific accent that she hid unless she was mad). She took a smooth oval hairbrush, pulled my pants and undies down, scolded me for being such a naughty boy, and then proceeded to thoroughly smack my bare bottom for several minutes. This was the first time she spanked me, up to then I had spanked her.

Best was given to me by a female friend. I’ve detailed it elsewhere on Zity but no we did not have sex. At my request she spanked me with her hand, very hard, on my bare bottom. It hurt and was very cathartic. I thanked her, we hugged, never spoke of it again.

Best spanking I ever gave was a caning on the gorgeous bare bottom of a woman I had a weekend affair with 10 years after we broke up. She loved it, said it was the most pain she’d ever felt, and it left raised deep pink welts. I have photos I still look at.

Worst spanking? Probably all the ones I didn’t give and regret. Should have been more assertive when I was younger cause now I realize most women I was with were very open sexually particularly where their bottoms were concerned.

Best? Even the worst were the best! When my wife to be found that she got wet and I got hard from her spanking me, with paddle that I gave her, we both knew that I was the ONLY one who would be spanked for fore play and punishment in our marriage! (50 years and counting) On our honeymoon she spanked me to my orgasm lying on a bed! Even the most severe spankings for punishment, sadly only about 1 every 10 years, till could not beg or plead understandably, just thinking about it would result in masturbation! Not so many now as age is catching up to us > shoulder pain is making it painful to spank me (:

I am not sure what best/worst really means (longest lasting, most uncomfortable, most erotic, playful) as there are several types of spankings. The one I remember the most growing up was one I received from my mom (she was the only parent to ever spank me). My bedroom wood floor had just been sanded and refinished with varnished. When I got home from school, I was warned not to step on the floor until at least the next day and not before she or Daddy had told me it was ok to do so.. A friend came over to our house a little later and called for me outside. I felt the floor and it seem dry to me, so I walked softly across the room and stuck my head outside the window to answer her. Well long story short, you could be my foot prints in the not quite dry varnish and I was sent upstairs without any supper awaiting my fate. During supper I could hear my mom discussing with my dad what I had done but could only hear bits of the conversation. After the dishes were done, there was a more discussion and all of a sudden I heard my mom coming upstairs where she went first to my parents bedroom and then down to where I was sitting. She entered the room with a paddle and a hair brush in her hands and sat down to discuss my misdeed in a quiet and very loving way. She said that I would be receiving first a hand spanking, then the hairbrush, and finally the dreaded paddle in hopes that I would learn my lesson. I told her just a hand spanking would I would learn my lesson. I was assured that may be true but nevertheless less all three would occur. just to make sure. My pants and panties were then taken down and placed over my mom's knee. She told me how much she loved me and than asked me if I was ready. I told her yes knowing that any resistance was futile. She began hand spanking me lightly at first and it got progressively harder really lighting up my bottom. She stopped and more discussion why I had done what I had done. Then came out the dreaded hairbrush and I was spanked long and hard. My bottom was already pink and now turned a reddish color. Then more discussion, and back over her lap and the paddle came down lighting up my bottom to a bright red and I broke out into uncontrollable tears. Finally it was over, and I was hugged and held tight fro quite some time and then sent to bed in the spare bedroom. My bottom was sore for a couple of days and while funny now, my dad asked me while I sat down so gingerly at the breakfast table the nest day. I think my face turned as bright red as my bottom. I learned my lesson for sure that day. Denise

I guess the worst spanking I got was from Mom. I was 15 at the time and had been out with friends. I was smoking with them and had been warned many times on what would happen had she caught me. Well I thought I had it made, we were in town and unbeknownst to me Mom had driven by and caught me red handed without me knowing it. I got home and was confronted about the smoking which I denied and she proceeded to tell me when she caught me ,where I was, and who I was with. I’d been had and needless to say she was furious with me for smoking and lyin . I was sent to my room and when she came up she had the hairbrush and belt with her. I was scolded with a bared butt and she spanked good, long, and hard for smoking and then I was whipped good for lying to her. It was very uncomfortable sitting for a couple days.

Well the first first of all the thing with me is I'm oversensitive. I'm so sensitive to touch I get in trouble . Other kids would touch me at school and I'd pop them and then I'd wind up getting swats. So I was always in trouble at school and the principal always gave them to me. His were my worst he was so pissed cuz he just get pissed and couldn't stop. He beat the shit out of me that became hate and rage It was vicous cycle. I burned his ass with smart remarks every day and he burned my ass with a school paddle everyday. There was very few days maybe a day or two a week that I didn't get swats. And my smart-ass remarks were always right on the money. I pissed him off every chance I got. If I saw or heard something that pissed him off, I'd repeat it. Multiple times. There was nothing made me happier than pissing that man off at the time.

My best spanking was my friend who was my dom in our three year relationship. He'd save them up for for Saturday nights or Sunday afternoon. On Saturday nights he would probably have people over to watch and sometimes people came on Sunday afternoon but not very often. He used the same belt my dad did. He knew exactly the point to bring me to. I was kicking and screaming crying. I was still a cry baby at 22. When it over he would massage my ass before he fucked. I don't know. It quickly became a fetish. It was everything that he did together massaging my ass and fucking me and calming me down and consoling me in the whole bed everything together. It wasn't long I was pissing him off just to get my ass spanked , fucked and consoled, and it became a game between the two of us. If I hadn't just acted up to get swatted during the week he'd save them up and we do it during a Saturday night barbecue

Worst was my first “real” spanking by my stepfather when I was nine. It was sometime in the summer fairly shortly after my mom got married to him and we were all living together. I had stolen some makeup (a tube of lipstick and some mascara) from the grocery store. I didn't get caught at the store, but like an idiot, I immediately decided to put it on once we got home. My stepbrother was mad because I was hogging the bathroom and his knocking caught the attention of my stepfather. He demanded I come out of there, and he was waiting for me. He saw the makeup on my face and knew what had happened. He took the makeup and sent me to my room to think about what I had done. I tried to argue back, but he told me I was just digging myself in a deeper hole.

I was waiting for forever. My stepbrother kept knocking on my door and teasing me, saying a big spanking was coming and I wasn't going to forget it.

The actual punishment didn't come until after dinner. I was called to the living room and given a lecture on my behavior. Then my stepfather told me to come over and stand in front of him. He told me to take my shorts off and lower my underwear. I was confused, and when I hesitated, he did it for me. He told me to bend over on the arm of the couch. I was afraid, so I did what I was told. My stepfather removed his belt and started spanking me. I was screaming and kicking by the second swat. It seemed like forever at the time, but thinking back it probably wasn't as long as future punishments would become. It sticks out as the worst in my mind because it was so different than how my mom would spank me and my sister (just a few swats with her hand, usually over our clothes). I felt so many things, but mainly embarrassed and really scared because I did not know when it was going to end. And to make matters worse, my stepbrother was watching and laughing.

My dad gave me the most severe spankings with a leather slipper on my bare bottom, sometimes up to about 30 smacks with it. It would be sore for me to sit down for days after that.