Has anyone been spanked at Rest Stop or Shopping Mall restroom?

I was wondering if anyone been spanked at a rest stop bare bottom by their mom or at mall restroom for misbehaving in a store?

Yes quite a few times by my mum growing up in the mall restrooms very embarrassing having other ladies and girls see my over my mother's knee being spanked on my bare bottom

Yes, when I was a child.

My husband has put me over his knee at rest stops when I am a backseat driver.

Wish my wife would put me over her knee at a rest stop! (She has mentioned doing it)

Yes back in the 70s in the a shop just pull me over her lap pants down aand got a bare bottom spanking till in was red

Yes. We were going to a family reunion when i was around 13 or 14, it was my mother aunt and myself. I guess i was not being very well behaved and my mother was getting more pissed the farther we went. We had parked in a field about 100 feet away from where everyone was gathered. As soon as we parked my mother open the tail gate to the station wagon, pulled my pants and underwear down and bent me over it. I got a good bare bottom spanking, i am sure some of the adults or my cousins saw me or at least heard me howling

I recall mom dragging my sister to the WC at a roadside stop, to get somewhere where she could bare her behind out of sight of strangers (but not out of earshot obviously).

Oh yes many times. My mum had a favorite ladies toilet. I remember we were shopping and we met my aunt and cousin. My mum dragged me into her favorite toilets as there was a ladies rest room with chairs. My aunt and cousin followed us in. I was soon over my mums lap trousers and underwear pulled down and she started spanking me. But a minute in she stopped as she really needed the toilet. I thought I had got away with it but as soon as she was gone my aunt pulled me over her lap and started spanking me instead. When mum returned I had to swap laps and mum spanked me. I could hear other ladies in there saying I was being spanked by both of them and with my cousin watching. Very embarrassing.

Not a rest stop or mall but the locker room at a pool club.

We were members of a pool club, nice place. 3 different pool for different ages and skill levels. Busy with lots of people always.

I had been warned to stay out of big pool without supervision. But I loved the big pool and it was so busy I figured I could just go unnoticed. Dad caught me, yelled at me in front of everyone, threatening a spanking if I ever did it again. I was so embarrassed. But I guess not embarrassed enough because a few weeks later I snuck off to the big pool again.

Of course, got caught. Dad yells at me and demands I get out. As I'm walking out he grabs me by the arm and smacks my butt, right there in front of everyone. Super embarrassing. Then still by the arm pulls me to the locker room into the changing area where the benches and lockers are. Yanks down my bathing suit and spanks me. Right there with a dozen or so people around i am pretty much butt naked, no shirt and bathing suit around my ankles getting my ass spanked.

It hurts of course. But I think the worst was the humiliation. Parents and kids seeing me totally naked getting a spanking. Then afterwards pulling my suit back up and spending the rest of the day there with a sore butt and a handful of people knowing I had just gotten a spanking.

I guess I should be happy he at least brought me to the locker room and didn't just do it out in the open in front of everyone lol

Our family often shared a beach house rental with my Uncle Dan’s family. On this particular year our drive to the beach we were split up into the ‘boys’ car and the ‘girls’ car (my sisters’ idea). The Moms and girls rode in the air conditioned sedan, while the ‘boys’ were in our old station wagon. Dad and my Uncle Dan rode up front with my teen cousins in the back seat. My youngest cousin ‘Pete’ and I rode in the ‘way-back’ of the station wagon. It was hot with no air conditioning but OK when all the windows were rolled down.

Pete and I entertained ourselves making faces at the other drivers and pumping our arms to get the trucks to blow their horns. Then we stopped at a roadside picnic area for lunch and some running around. It was during that stop that Pete and l collected several handfuls of pebbles and put them in our pockets.

Back on the road again, Pete and I invented a game where we’d push one pebble at a time off the tailgate sill and count the number of bounces it made. I was leading in that game when a car came up to pass our car and caught a high bouncing pebble on their windshield. That car zoomed up and paralleled our car and the irate driver honked and shouted something over to Uncle Dan.

Pete and I knew we were ‘in for it’ when Uncle Dan slowed down and slowed to a stop on the roadside. Dad and Uncle Dan got out and came round the back of the car. Dad told us that the other driver said we were throwing rocks at cars. Pete and I frantically tried to explain that: One, they weren’t really ‘rocks’, they were just these little pebbles; and Two, we weren’t ‘throwing them’, just letting them drop from the sill of the tailgate. Those nuances of distinction were lost to our angry Dads.

Uncle Dan lowered the tailgate and ordered us out of the car while Dad went to retrieve the paddle that was always stashed under the drivers seat for occasions such as this. The older cousins got out to watch the show that was about to begin.

As car after car whizzed by, Uncle Dan sat down on the open tailgate and pulled Pete up, put him across his knee and pulled off his swim trunks (which left him naked.) Dad passed him the paddle which began to rain down on Pete's butt as he kicked and cried. Based on Dad's grip of my hand I knew I should expect the same.

When Uncle Dan was finished paddling Pete, Pete was told to climb get back into the car. Uncle Dan then handed the paddle to Dad saying “Your turn.”

Dad lifted me up and stood me up on the tailgate. I stood there pleading for leniency as Dad began to unfasten my shorts. As my shorts dropped to my bare feet a car came to a quick stop behind us. It was the ‘girls’ car. Dad looked back but returned his attention to me as Uncle Dan walked back to explain what was going on. Now my Mom, Aunt, sisters and cousins would be on hand to see me paddled through the windshield in air conditioned comfort.

Dad wasted no time in pulling down my underpants before taking a seat on the tailgate. He then ordered me across his lap as he picked up the paddle.

Dad wasted no time delivering a memorable paddling that left me gasping for air. When Dad was finished, he sent me to join my red faced and red bottomed cousin. Dad then closed the tailgate and to our feeble protests, rolled up the back window. It was a hot, unpleasant trip the rest of the way.

OMG YES! While on vacation as a young teenager, my Dad pulled into a rest stop and parked in the back of the lot. He escorted me and my sister out of the car, pulled our pants down and spanked us both until sitting was nothing less then awful. Now did we deserve it? Hell Yes! And for the rest of the entire trip both of us were very well behaved…..whataya know!

Many years ago when I was young, fit and handsome, I was quite the playboy living in a Mediterranean holiday area. Ever since I can remember I was very spanking curious with little actual experience as it was not really done in my area. Mediterranean parents were very protective of their precious children. At school we were punished on the palms of the hands with a leather strap that looked like the sole of a large shoe. Nothing erotic there and was all over in a few seconds. The pain and heat lasted a little more.

My first unforgettable experience was with a very beautiful Irish blonde girl I had met and was enjoying a good holiday romance. All was going well and the passionate side was pretty good. She did mention once that I was too gentle and that I should be more energetic while making love. Didn't even notice the hint!

We were at a hotel poolside barbecue one evening and she started playing up. She complained about the food, the wine, the company and on and on. I was getting really annoyed so in the end I decided we should leave before she embarrassed me any more in front of our hosts. We got to the car in the underground carpark and I said she was behaving like a child and really needed a good spanking. It was really just a manner of speaking. Imagine my surprise when she lowered the back of the passenger seat and turned over presenting her miniskirted backside and said 'Go on then. You're right, I deserve it'. Instant wood!

I was in shock and my heart was pounding like crazy. This was my fantasy coming true. I gave her a few tentative slaps on her panties. Her miniskirt barely covered them when she was standing let alone when she was bent over.

Suddenly she almost shouted to me that she wanted a proper spanking and she pulled down her panties and said ‘get on with it’. So I did. I think it still wasn't what she wanted, but it was a start and her pale bottom was a lovely shade of pink, even in the lights of the garage.

We were trying to sort ourselves out and I was hoping she would do something about my now painful erection when suddenly there was a rap on the window! We both nearly jumped out of our skins. It was my brother who had come down to the garage to see if we could take him back to his car which was parked quite far away. I don't know how much he had seen because we never said anything about it except that he dropped a mild hint indicating that he didn't quite approve of my treatment of women.

The girl was mortified and refused to go anywhere where he was because she just couldn't face him. Her embarrassment excited me almost as much as the spanking. Of course, for my selfish gratification I made sure they met again and the wonderful expression of mortification on her face lit me up like a Roman Candle. The love making after that encounter was unbelievable. She was as excited as I was and obviously got off on the embarrassment too.

Sadly her holiday came to an end and she went home. She never responded to my attempts to contact her, but Boy, she left me with some incredible experiences. And set me up for life in my quest for pleasure.

Yes I have been spanked in a store restroom and changing room.

Driving on the Mass Pike on my way home from vacation. My partner had warned me if I went over the speed limit one more time, I would be spanked at the next rest area. Sure enough it happened and sure enough at the next rest area I pulled into the back where the 18 wheelers park. I was ordered out of the car. I had to lean against it while my pants and undies were pulled down It started off with a brisk and hard hand spanking followed by 25 on each side with the belt. I had tears in my eyes by the time I was done. I learned my lesson and didn't speed the rest of the way home.

My brother got spanked at Sears when my dad caught him trying to shoplift. It was in the changing room. I only heard it from the outside.

I did get spanked in the communal showers at a camping ground by my dad. One of my cousins and I were horse playing and he slipped and hurt himself, and my dad wasted no time in grab me by the arm and gave me several slaps to my rear end.

How many times did you hear this ? Me and my sisters more than once heard this driving to summer vacations. Although I only recall them actually pulling into a rest stop once and being given a few warning smacks. Many times when we arrived at our destination the first stop was going over the knee for a bare bum spanking. One memorable one was when me and my older sister got spanked together at a holiday inn in Niagra Falls!!

Nope, never, always got the “wait till we get home” look. And boy did I get it…let me just say if it happened today…my parents would be locked up and I would of been in DHS custody.

I have never received one but I have given (as an adult to an adult) several, always followed by a Fleet enema (which, as a big bag guy, I never use except in the car). I always keep a Fleet and a small hairbrush shaped wooden paddle in the glove box in case the need should arise.

Ohh yes, I was spanked a few times on the couch in the lounge area that used to be in womens' restrooms in the mall! One time was around Easter, because I remember the scratchy lace on the dress on my legs as it was pulled up. I was also pulled into a stall for a fast spanking in the food court bathroom, honestly I think I called an adult stupid because I couldn't have ice cream. I really earned that one!

PinkSweetPea In the 1950s (my childhood) those lounge areas (department stores then, no malls) were well used for spanking naughty kids. Going to the rest room with mom and seeing some kid get it was 100 times better than having her sit down to give you a spanking.

Spanked bare bottom in a department store when a child in late 1950's for damaging a toy I wanted but told I couldn't have. Turned around and pants and underwear came down and received red bottom in view of strangers adding embarrassment and humiliation also. Not unusual then in public. I recount seeing others given the same including girls with dresses up and panty down which was exciting even at my young age. Normally child was turned around making genitalia unseen. Standard discipline in the era. Fretter

My sister got spanked in the restrooms at a rest area.

I’ve been spanked at a rest stop several times, and sometimes it’s completely outside of the car. My ‘Daddy’ sits on the table with his feet on the bench, he takes down my pants and panties and puts me across his knee.

My ‘Daddy’ has taken me to the ‘family room’ at a restaurant, and he has spanked my there, too.

He has also spank me at the park or on hikes, and even at the zoo. He spanks me bare bottom, even in public.

L, along with my siblings, cousins and many friends and acquaintances, got spanked at Rest Stops and in Rest Rooms. Naturally car journeys, particularly long ones, often resulted in us kids arguing in the back and after being warned, and if those warnings were not heeded, we would be sentenced to a spanking which would be dished out at the next convenient stop; if there was one before we reached our final destination. For us there was no respite from Mom's Cherry Wood Hairbrush either, since it was small and compact enough to fit in Mom's purse so did not even need to be packed in the suitcase. In some cases all four of us got our bare heinies spanked often in front of an amused and entertained audience!! Likewise we witnessed other youngsters getting their bottoms blistered also!

I got spanked at a couple of rest stops. That was always pretty humiliating.

I got spanked at a couple of rest stops. That was always pretty humiliating.

Yep, humiliating is the word! Very often you would get a spanking, invariably a bare bottom one, in an open public place, in front of whoever might be there! If there were a number of people the adults would more often than not have big smiles on their faces and, when you punishment was over, burst out into a big round of applause! The other kids, in contrast, would sit there looking very apprehensive and worried fearing, no doubt, that the unfolding 'entertainment' may remind their own parents of a recent misdemeanor; or simply, put into their Mom or Dad's mind the idea of, once they reach their eventual destination, giving their own kids a damned good spanking! Even if you were taken to a slightly more private place for your discipline, there was a strong possibility that your punishment would be overheard; and/or you would come out into the open with a tear stained face, rubbing your bottom as you went! Indeed, when it came to 'rest stop spankings' humiliation went with the territory!

Yes my mom has done both. Got one at the rest stop in July while travelling. Thankfully no one else around.

Yes my mom has done both. Got one at the rest stop in July while travelling. Thankfully no one else around.

Was that this July? How old are you and how dominant is your mother?

Yep, humiliating is the word! Indeed, when it came to 'rest stop spankings' humiliation went with the territory!

The whole point of it was humiliation for my dad. He usually would spank us until at least a couple people had walked in.

Was that this July? How old are you and how dominant is your mother?

Yes it was. I’m 30 and she actually isn’t all that bad dominant wise.