Spankings Overheard

I grew up in a small Canadian town in the spanking era. Spankings were common and often discussed. I started dating my wife in High School and knew that her parents spanked as she knew my parents did as well. Two occasions I was over at her house when her sister got a spanking. The first one when I was over for dinner and her sister was having an attitude and called her mother a "bitch". Her father immediately got up from the table and grabbed her by her arm and marched her into her room. Their house was a large bungalow and we were in the dining room. Well after a few minutes you could hear the sound of a bare bottom spanking and crying. Well I knew from my girlfriend that her father spanked over his knee with his hand always on the bare bum! Needless to say it was a long hard spanking and she stayed in her room for the rest of the night. My girlfriend just gave me a raised eyebrow.

The second one was a time I was over watching TV with and their mother and sister returned from shopping and you could tell the mother was not happy. She dragged her into their parents bedroom and gave her a spanking. My gf said that when her mother spanks it is always in the parents room with a hairbrush but still over the knee bare bum. I asked who spanks harder and she says "Oh Dad"!!

Now vice versa she was over at my house a few times where my sister was getting a spanking. I still tease my now SIL about those spankings I heard her get!! Anyone else overhear spankings?

One of my life’s more memorable, and conflicting, experiences was hearing a friend whipped cruelly, far beyond a mere “spanking.” Three or four of us ten to twelve year olds were outside playing with fire in a dangerous way. The father of the friend whose yard we were playing in looked out the window and saw what we were doing. He came out and calmly told his son to go to his room and added that he would be in shortly to “tend to him.” The friend instantly went to pieces. It was clear he did not even consider disobeying his father, but he was terrified. As he tried to overcome his fear and comply with his father’s order, his pitiful begging was soul wrenching. Before the rest of us could get our stuff together and get the hell out of there, we could hear a horrible whipping begin. The sound of a strap on bare flesh and the awful screams of our friend were absolutely stomach-turning. What we couldn’t help but hear was extreme child abuse. The sounds were truly sickening!

The sound of a strap on bare flesh and the awful screams of our friend were absolutely stomach-turning. What we couldn’t help but hear was extreme child abuse. The sounds were truly sickening!

One time when I was about 12, my father and a friend of his from work decided to go skeet shooting. I was allowed to go along as well as the son of my father's work acquaintance, a boy of my own age who came over to our house a lot.

Anyway, when we stopped at the work acquaintance's house to pick up their shotguns, we heard the boys father start screaming and yelling and giving the boy a punishment, probably a whipping with a belt. It went on and on with the boy screaming something awful. Afterwards when the brute of a father came out, it was without his son and without shotguns, so the skeet shooting was off. And perhaps best as well. Luckily my mother wasn't along or she might have taken her shotgun and peppered his sorry ass for whipping a child so mercilessly.

Hearing the boy cry and wail was so pitiful and awful to hear. And never a clue about what the poor boy had done wrong, which couldn't have been anything at all since he was at our house the whole day. My parents never had anything good to say about that man, but he was important somehow to my father's job, so anything said was behind his back. And it was never complimentary at all.

In the 1950s I saw in addition to hearing many spankings of my friends and cousins. At the time many weren't the least fussy about spanking in private.

When my sister was spanked, I could easily hear every word spoken by both my mother and sister and then the instruction to “now get over my knee” and I could hear, my sister's struggle trying to escape her fate, and her complaining, she did not want to raise her skirt (or pull down her pants) along with her panties. Depending on her mischief or disobedience, I could hear her being spanked by hand or with the dreaded hairbrush, wooden spoon, or paddle. I could hear so plainly as there was a furnace duct located just across from our shared bedroom. Not sure why, but it excited me in a way I did not understand until I got older. Hearing her cry or scream and her promises to be good in the future and pleading for her spanking to stop only fanned the flames I felt. The same reaction occurred with my sister whenever I was the spanking recipient. I also on two occasions, while over at a friend's house, heard a much deserved spanking of my friend's older and younger sister during an overnight stay. Denise

When I was about 8 years old, I was friends with the boy next door who was a few years younger than me. One day when we were playing at his house, his younger brother who was three had spilled his mothers perfume all over her bed. When his mom came upstairs and saw what he did, she at first told him he was naughty and to spank himself, sort of making light of it. The kid slapped his leg a couple of times and said “naughty, naughty!” His mom then looked over at us with a slight smile and said, “ Now I'm going to take you in the bathroom and I'M gonna spank you"! She then led him into the bathroom and closed the door. A few seconds later we heard very rapid hard spanks on what sounded like his bare bottom. The kid started crying loudly and a few minutes later she brought him back out to where we were and went back downstairs. He still stood there crying for awhile and his brother looked down his pants and saw that his bottom was a dark shade of red. We just laughed at that point and went back to playing. But hearing that spanking left a lasting impression on me. I often wondered how she spanked him once she closed the door to the bathroom. I imagined her pulling down his pants and lifting him up across her lap as she sat on the toilet seat. She was a very pretty lady and I often imagined what it would be like to be spanked by her. They moved away about 2 years after that, but I can still remember that spanking to this day.

Livimg in a suburban development in the 1950s, where windows were left open in the Spring and Fall, there were plenty of opportunities to hear someone getting a spanking. One of my friend’s lived across the street and his older sister’s bedroom faced the street, as did mine. At least once or twice a year, I could hear her plead with her father without success, followed by the sounds of a bare bottom spanking. The last one I remember was when I was in 10th grade and she was a high school senior. It was in the morning, and her face (and I am certain her behind) was bright red when she saw me as we walked to school. Not a word was spoken, but she knew that I had heard everything.

I was around 7 or 8, playing in my backyard on a Saturday morning, when I suddenly heard the distinctive “smack smack smack” of a hand on bare bottom, then loud crying, and repeated pleas of “I won't do it again daddy!”

I have no idea who it might have been getting that spanking, but it sounded like someone around my age, which means they were doubtless a schoolmate. I was both frightened and excited.

when I suddenly heard the distinctive “smack smack smack” of a hand on bare bottom, then loud crying,…

Thanks to my bed being up against the thin apartment wall next to neighbor's apartment bedroom; one morning I woke up to hearing exactly the kind of thing you heard. Only different was I knew the girl who lived next door. I also believed she was getting it good thanks to something we had done the day before. I believed I was meant to hear her being punished!

I have overheard a number of spankings. One, two actually, that sticks in my mind was when I made a delivery to an apartment block near a hospital, owned by the hospital for nurses and their families.

I was at the customer's door about to knock when from across the hall I could hear the nurse who had said hello to me in the elevator, and just gone in to her apartment (I'd taken a minute or two to check paperwork on my clip board) saying loud enough it was quite clear, “It's your choice. A spanking or grounded, no TV, for two weeks. Which is it?” I could hear a young boy, then another, protest and the mother said, “I told you both to have this place cleaned up, didn't I? You haven't put away a single one of your things, have you?” More talk from the two boys, then, “So, what's it going to be? A spanking or grounded?” I was able to make out one of the boys saying ‘spanking’ and the mother said, “Alright, go to my room and get your bottom bare.” Protests from the boy. The mother said, “Did you hear me? Bare! I'll be in in a minute to spank you.” Then, “what about you? Spanking or grounding?” I wasn't able to hear the reply exactly. Obvious he asked about a spanking as she said, “Yes, the hairbrush but not the strap this time. So, do you want the spanking, or grounding?” I couldn't make out his reply. She said, “Fine. I'm going to spank your brother now." He said something and she said, “no, just sit here and wait.”

I stood, waited. I could hear her talking. Not angry, just talking. Then a brief silence, then the unmistakable sound of a hand connecting with a bottom, a yelp and soon tears. A pause then, over the cries, her saying, “No, I'm not finished yet.” A moment later a loud smack, different, must have been the brush as there was a loud yowl …. a total of eight were delivered. End of smacks, comforting words. I couldn't make them out, just the tone.

I suspect she sent the first boy to his bedroom. Her voice was suddenly louder. Back in the living room. “Let's go.” “Aw mom …. please … I'm sorry.” “The trouble is you're not sorry you didn't do as I told you. You're sorry because you're going to get spanked. Next time I hope you'll do as you're told. Come with me.”

The second spanking was pretty much a repeat of the first.

Growing up you did not have to overhear spankings, as they were generally given out by parents in front of anyone who was there at the time. It could be relatives, family friends, or your own friends from the block, school, etc. I received many spankings with an audience, and also witnessed my share as well.

Growing up in a conservative church, it was the norm to hear all sorts of spankings! Sometimes it would take place right then and there in the auditorium, other times you see a parent with a certain facial expression, ”that look” dragging their kid to the bathroom for a well earned spankin during the sermon. As I get old enough to see cute women my age that have children, it’s kind of hot to hear the hubbub and imagine it happening to me!

Growing up in a conservative church, it was the norm to hear all sorts of spankings!

Wow! That would have been enough to make me religious.

Wow! That would have been enough to make me religious.

Sometimes it would take place right then and there in the auditorium

I would think exactly the opposite. I mean, c'mon. In an auditorium in church? They don't even do that kind of stuff in a school auditorium.

I would think exactly the opposite. I mean, c'mon.

As long as it wasn't my butt… 😈😄

Growing up, I would receive a spanking here and there! Everyone in the house could hear when my father spanked us! Made it very hard to sit for a while!

I occasionally overheard children in the mothers' room of church getting a few muffled swats, warnings of harsher punishments to come. My friend and I were once misbehaving at a restaurant we were at with our families, and our mothers marched us to the bathrooms and spanked us in separate stalls. I once spied on a friends' brother getting a bare-bottomed spanking with a wooden spoon, he was mean to me so I enjoyed that one!

My family were visiting my aunt when my cousin got caught being naughty so was taken upstairs and everyone downstairs could hear he was being spanked. I felt guilty for him so asked my mum if I should go upstairsas well. Shetoldme if I wanted to. So feeling guilty I went upstairs entered the bedroom and stripped off my trousers and underwear. When my aunt had finished spanking her son she spanked me as well. She didnt ask why she just did it. We both had to stand facing the wall in the kitchen afterwards. When we got home my mum said if I felt guilty I must have been to blame as well. Then she spanked me for good measure. Serves me right.

Oh yes. I’ve overheard my siblings, several friends, the children of friends and several fellow students having their bums warmed on many occasion. In fact, nearly each time I think the fact they were getting the spanking in semi-public was deliberate to embarrass the receiver.

Stepsister overheard a few spankings I received witnessed a cpl as well mortified the first time she witnessed me being spanked and I know she heard more than a few as she would grin and smirk to let me know as well

I once overheard a neighbour telling his son to take his trousers down, followed by a series of smacking noises. It was a warm day and we all had our windows open. I dare say the neighbours overheard the spankings I used to get when we had the windows open too.

Growing up, I heard my sister getting spanked. Less often, I'd hear a cousin or friend being spanked, or a friend's parent threatening to spank them. All were exciting.

Heard brother and sister spanked of course. Heard 2 cousins get spanked.

My favorite though was my friends sister. She was super cute and I had a major crush of her. We were around 13-14 and she was just a year younger.

We were in his bedroom (which shares a wall with the sister) and hear his mom and sister come home. Mom is yelling at her to get to her room. Few minutes later mom goes in the room, yelling about smoking again.

Smack smack smack. “Get them down now” “no Please I'm sorry” smack smack smack.

Then clearly the sound of a bare butt being spanked. She got a good 20 spanks and she' yelling and complaining.

Meanwhile me and the brother are sitting there silent, just listening. He didn't know but my dick was rock hard.

Later while hanging out the 3 of us, he mentioned that we heard her get spanked earlier. We talked about it and they said they were so embarrassed because now I know that they still get spanked at home.

I confessed to them that I did too. Told them it sucks but it's no big deal. We traded some info, bare butt, hand or belt, etc.

I am so hard and turned on during the conversation. We tried to get her to show us how red her butt was but she only showed a little bit of one of the cheeks (I was hoping for a full on bare butt lol) but it was red and enough to keep me excited.

Fun time and we would discuss some more spankings and other things in the future.

I can so relate @LameUsername !! My girlfriend in high school had a younger sister. At this time my girlfriend knew my interest in spanking as we both talked about our spankings. Well she would invite me over when she thought her sister was do a spanking. I overheard more than one but actually saw her go bare bum over her mothers knee in the dining room. We were on a couch in the living room but had a clear view! My gf knew I was hard and I got one of the most memorable hand jobs that evening!!!

I can so relate @LameUsername !! My girlfriend in high school had a younger sister. At this time my girlfriend knew my interest in spanking as we both talked about our spankings. Well she would invite me over when she thought her sister was do a spanking. I overheard more than one but actually saw her go bare bum over her mothers knee in the dining room. We were on a couch in the living room but had a clear view! My gf knew I was hard and I got one of the most memorable hand jobs that evening!!!

You lucky devil, Sirom! What I would have given to have seen or heard something like that! No wonder you were hard! I'm sure I would have been, as well!

Heard brother and sister spanked of course. Heard 2 cousins get spanked.

My favorite though was my friends sister. She was super cute and I had a major crush of her. We were around 13-14 and she was just a year younger.

We were in his bedroom (which shares a wall with the sister) and hear his mom and sister come home. Mom is yelling at her to get to her room. Few minutes later mom goes in the room, yelling about smoking again.

Smack smack smack. “Get them down now” “no Please I'm sorry” smack smack smack.

Then clearly the sound of a bare butt being spanked. She got a good 20 spanks and she' yelling and complaining.

Meanwhile me and the brother are sitting there silent, just listening. He didn't know but my dick was rock hard.

Later while hanging out the 3 of us, he mentioned that we heard her get spanked earlier. We talked about it and they said they were so embarrassed because now I know that they still get spanked at home.

I confessed to them that I did too. Told them it sucks but it's no big deal. We traded some info, bare butt, hand or belt, etc.

I am so hard and turned on during the conversation. We tried to get her to show us how red her butt was but she only showed a little bit of one of the cheeks (I was hoping for a full on bare butt lol) but it was red and enough to keep me excited.

Fun time and we would discuss some more spankings and other things in the future.

Again, as with, Sirom, what a lucky chap you are, LameUsername! Although you can see and hear so many spankings on the Internet, nowadays; there can be no substitute for hearing or seeing one in real life! I really envy you!

I wrote this several years ago for another site.

I didn’t have the opportunity of seeing too many domestic spankings growing up as we were spanked in private. The exception was if my sister, Amy, and I were spanked together. I did see many school spankings or as we called them paddlings. Here is a rendition of domestic spanking that I was fortunate to see.

My dad won a two-week trip to Europe from a pharmaceutical company. I was 14 at the time and my sister Amy was 16. We were too young to stay at home by ourselves for two weeks. Therefore, we went to visit our grandmother in Western Maryland. I wasn’t looking forward to the trip, as my grandmother was a little old-fashion and a lot stricter than my parents. However, the spanking that I saw made the trip worthwhile.

My grandmother lived beside a couple that had 2 daughters named Carolyn and Linda. Carolyn was my age and Linda was a couple of years younger. Carolyn was blonde about 5’3” or so with a very attractive figure and with a very cute bottom. To say Carolyn thought her ass was made of gold is the understatement of the century. She wore all her shorts about 2 sizes too small to emphasize her derrière. She pointed out to me more than once that her beauty mark was the same as Marilyn Monroe’s. Although we were friends, because of our competitive natures, we were rivals. I'm sure my attracting the male attention by merely being the new girl on the block, intensified it on her part.

Carolyn’s bedroom was adjacent but a story below the one where I was staying and separated twenty yards. One night about a week of into my stay, I was reading in the bedroom when a light coming on in Carolyn’s room caught my attention. I saw Carolyn, looking none too happy, entered the room followed by her dad, who was carrying a paddle in his right hand. Her dad shut the door behind him, and I instantaneously thought to myself could it be? When I saw him close the window, I was sure that it was for a whipping (I used the term because it was the term Carolyn use it.) because it was an extremely warm evening for Western Maryland. I, at once turn off my reading light, so I wouldn’t be detected eavesdropping. When I saw him close another window, I was sure Carolyn was in for it. When I saw him sit on the edge of the bed, I knew Carolyn was about to get her fanny fired. Carolyn’s dad grabbed her left arm with his left hand and pulled her across his lap. He held her down as he began striking her buns with his paddle. Carolyn had on a tight pair of red shorts so in her bent position the belt was falling occasionally on bare skin. He would pause then continue then pause then continue striking Carolyn’s upturned behind while holding her in position duplicating the process. She kicked and cried. I couldn’t hear her because of the closed windows and distance but I watched with intense concentration. Had I known that I would be writing an account of her whipping some thirty-five years later I would have counted the licks, but I Imagine that Carolyn’s dad struck her about twenty times, and they weren't love taps. Carolyn got it and got it good. However, the real treat was yet to come. When Carolyn got up, she grabbed her buns and danced the spanking dance. After Carolyn’s father left the room Carolyn continued to message her burning buns. I continued to watch with a passion. After about two or three minutes of messaging her blazing buns, Carolyn got up and removed her shorts and panties. Carolyn examined her bottom in the mirror, as I’m sure all of us have at one time or another. I know that I have. However, the mirror she was looking into didn't face me, and her body blocked a view of it, so I didn’t get a look at Carolyn’s surely marked behind.

There are a couple of interesting footnotes to the story. One Carolyn wore Bermudas for the rest of my stay and pleaded menstrual problems when we went to the lake. Two, Carolyn’s whipping didn’t go undetected by the rest of our household as I heard my grandmother’s daughter telling my grandmother at breakfast that Carolyn got taken down a few notches last night.

Due to poor noise insulation between bedrooms I would definitely hear my sister getting spanked next door.

Due to poor noise insulation between bedrooms I would definitely hear my sister getting spanked next door.

Of course, she never heard you spanked as boys always remain silent. Yeah right! I have some great oceanfront properties on the coast of Arizona for sale. lol!

I visited an older woman from NYC for enemas and spankings. Upon entering her apartment she would take my jacket and offer me a bottle of water. Next she would sit down on a small couch and signal me over . I stood before as she stripped me naked. My shirt always was first off. Then the unbuttoning of my pants and lowering my fly. They feel to my ankles and stepped out of them . At that point an erection was already occurring. Next her fingers tickled my sac before she peaking inside my briefs. An instant later my briefs were removed . Over her lap I went for a rectal temperature. After that a hand and brush spanking. If she gave me 3 enemas I got 3 spankings as well. One time while visiting her neighbor across the hall called regarding what she heard.