Ever enjoy a public Spanking?

May seem a very odd question but back in the late 70s early 80s could get away with a lot back then

With my mum it was regular public spankings from ,town centre ,busy supermarkets, beach ,park shoe shops , trains, buses it was extremely humiliating having this done but part of me enjoyed the attention I got although most of it was laughter and mocking me , just curious if anyone else who had this done felt the same way

I’m sure I would not say I enjoyed it but I was out with my ‘Daddy’ at the park about five years ago, and I got into trouble. My ‘Daddy’ took me to an area of the park where there didn't happen to be any people and he sat on a bench, then began unfastening the button of my jeans. I tried to resist, at first, and my ‘Daddy’ told me the longer it takes, the more likely someone may walk by as he explained that I needed to cooperate because I wasn’t about to get out of going over his knee for a bare bottom spanking. I quickly scanned the area for onlookers while my ‘Daddy’ pulled my pants and panties down past my bottom. He did, indeed, spank me on my bare bottom, over his knee, on that park bench that day. It was humiliating.

I don’t know if anyone saw him giving me that spanking but I learned not to be naughty in public because I now know he won’t hesitate.

Ever enjoy a public Spanking?

Oh yes! Any and all when it's of others getting it in public 😈

For me there were 3 categories of ‘public spanking’ with regard to how you felt about it and whether or not it was a spectacle you were going to enjoy or not! Firstly, there were those spankings where you were the only one getting it. There was nothing to enjoy on these occasions since the only one experiencing pain, humiliation and embarrassment was you! And the only people enjoying the event were your peers and quite possibly, if there were any present, the other adults watching the procedings! Secondly, the were those where you yourself had a spanking coming, but other kids did as well. You at least had the consolation of knowing that it was not just your butt that was going to get blistered! You at least knew that you would have the satisfaction of watching some other kid(s) being put through their paces. Whether that was after you own rump had been already roasted and you could view the suffering of others through teary eyes with tear stained cheeks, preoccupied with your own burning, throbbing tender behind! Or if you had yet to be dealt with you anxiously watched the other offenders performance(s), as their spanking(s) progressed, knowing that your turn was coming soon! Sometimes if a number of kids were going to be spanked and you were in the middle of the line waiting to be punished you got to watch the other kids spankings from both perspectives; before and after you own spanking had taken place. The ambivalence of such a predicament was always the greater when a female, whether it be a sister, cousin or attractive neighborhood girl, was getting her rear end barbecued! Then the treat of a impromptu anatomy lesson and the sexual stirrings that generated made the whole experience especially bitter-sweet!! Thirdly and finally, the were those situations where your own backside was perfectly safe but the bottoms of others were not. Then you could truly enjoy the upcoming drama and activity that was about to take place. If the recipient was your sister, female cousin or the neighborhood sweetheart then you were in for a real treat and top notch entertainment! Those public spankings were particularly enjoyable!!!!

I wasn't spanked in public. If I misbehaved in public my parents would say "Just you wait until we get home" and of course I knew what was coming.

Back in the day there were no "family bathrooms". So if I was cranky my mom didn't hesitate. She sat down on the edge of a counter, pulled my pants and undies down and took out her oval oak hair brush. She gave my naughty bare bottom a spanking till it was bright red and I was crying. I was ten at the time. Very embarrassing.

I thought all houses had "family bathrooms". Most houses have one bathroom that is used by everyone in the family. So what do you mean?

Andrew they mean in public places. There have all ways been men's and women's but in the last 20 years a number of places like shopping malls have added the "family toilet".

Shopping malls have public toilets, yes, but I've yet to see one with a public bathroom. How often do people have a bath in the middle of a shopping mall?

Shopping malls have public toilets, yes, but I've yet to see one with a public bathroom. How often do people have a bath in the middle of a shopping mall?

In American English, the word 'bathroom' is often used as a euphemism for toilet. Chalk it up to Puritanism, prudery or just a form of euphemistic politeness.

American kids say 'I gotta go to the bathroom', British kids say 'I need to go to the loo' I surmise. Polite grown-up Americans even talk about using the restroom when they need to evacuate bodily waste.

Yet more small cultural and linguistic differences.

@agracier In American English, the word 'bathroom' is often used as a euphemism for toilet.

Yes good point, and something I feel a bit awkward about when asking where there's a toilet when at someone's home....

Why do you feel awkward about asking where the toilet is? Everybody has to go some time. Besides, some of my older relatives had splendid toilets in their houses when I was a child.

Why do you feel awkward about asking where the toilet is?

Because of social conventions. Some words are just not considered polite in certain situations and/or in certain countries, even if the language is the same.

That is why there are many synonyms, certainly in English.

Asking/talking about a toilet in the US is probably best reserved for family use or when the plumber comes for a repair. Otherwise words like bathroom, restroom, convenience or such will be used.

But it can only be called a bathroom when there is a bath in there, otherwise it's not LOGICAL!

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Why do you feel awkward about asking where the toilet is? Everybody has to go some time. Besides, some of my older relatives had splendid toilets in their houses when I was a child.

@Andrew_Finklehouse

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It isn't so much that the word "toilet" is offensive in the United States. I certainly do NOT feel awkward using this word, and nobody that I know would feel awkward using it in the ways that it is traditionally used in the U.S.

It is simply a matter of the evolution of language. Although the U.S. and Great Britain share a very similar "English" language, we are separated geographically and culturally, and as a result we have drifted apart linguistically over the past ~250 years.

In the United States, we don't use the terminology, "Toilet Room". We don't think of a toilet as a room. We think of it as a porcelain commode that is used to collect and dispose of urine and bowel movements. We GO TO the "bathroom" or "restroom" (there are a few other synonyms as well) to USE a "toilet" for the purpose of urination and/or defecation.

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But it can only be called a bathroom when there is a bath in there, otherwise it's not LOGICAL!

@Andrew_Finklehouse

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It might not seem logical to you, but I have to disagree that the word "bathroom" _CANNOT_ be used to describe a room that traditionally (in homes in the United States) has a TUB (in the U.S., there is no such thing as a "bath" -- people _take_ a "bath", _in_ a "tub" or "shower"), OR a "toilet", OR BOTH.

~330 million Americans refer to "bathrooms"... NOT "toilet rooms"...

When we rent an apartment or purchase a home in the U.S., we will search the listings for a place that has our desired number of "bedrooms" and "bathrooms". There is no such thing as a "toilet room".

We actually have a separate “toilet room” within our bathroom. So to go to the toilet we have to go to the bathroom first. Our old house also had a separate toilet room within our bathroom, but did not have a bath - only a shower, but we didn’t call it a “shower room”.

Seems silly to dismiss common names that have been around for a long time. Call it what you’re used to; bathroom, toilet room, crapper, shitter, loo, throne room or whatever.

My grandmother had her toilet in a separate room away from the bathroom, and so did one or two other relatives.

But it can only be called a bathroom when there is a bath in there, otherwise it's not LOGICAL!

Since when was it ever a rule that says language must be logical? Language evolves out of consensus usage. I think even Wittgenstein premised his second version of language theories on this ... 😃

Once a large enough number of people seem to agree on using a particular word for a particular something, then that is how that word becomes part of the language is used and considered correct.

And to confuse even you further, most bathrooms nowadays don't even have real baths anymore. They mostly have showers. But we haven't come to calling them shower-rooms yet ... people will say 'I'm going to the bathroom to take a shower.' .... ha ha

My grandmother had her toilet in a separate room away from the bathroom, and so did one or two other relatives.

My father grew up in rural Alabama with an outhouse. The toilet wasn't even near the house. It was in a field at least some 50 meters away.

This was something my urban raised mother never let him forget ... ha ha

I remember one of my aunts having an outside toilet in the garden, but it was nothing like 50 yards away from the house (we didn't measure things in metres here in the 1960s and I still don't, but that's another story). Most outside toilets were in the backyard still attached to the houses.

I remember one of my aunts having an outside toilet in the garden, but it was nothing like 50 yards away from the house

Farms in Alabama (and the rest of rural America) were larger than the surface area of a home and garden in the UK. And an outhouse does not use water to flush anything away. All the human waste goes into a pit, that may or may not be cleaned out from time to time.

So, to keep the air relatively fresh smelling inside farm houses, a practical-minded person would locate an outhouse as far away from the house as convenient. Since the waste wasn't flushed away into a sewer or drainage or anything, this outhouse setup should be considered a 'don't eat where you shit' advice. Would you want to have your meals next to an open septic tank?

The farm we visitied (and sometimes stayed for several days) had an outhouse quite a ways from the house (not sure how far, but it was past the chicken coop)!. It was a two seater. Back then they kept old sears catalogs in it for TP and poured lime down the holes to reduce the odor and keep flies out.

Never had any I can remember, but have given several at various functions.

I was running well walking very fast through the shopping mall myb1890 style Lolita boots clicking loudly on the floor. Rick was close behind me.

Rick was angry. I had bolted from the truck in the parking lot after an argument over Lolita-style winter boots and their practicality.

I had a cuning plan. So far it was working all too well.

I was in sight of the shop. This shop had the boots I wanted. Like everything else in it they had no price on them.

Rick was almost close enough to grab me.

I squeaked into the door of the shop the owner recognized me right away she started saying "elo Poppy" " That is my Lolita name" in her lovely accent.

Elo barely squeaked out when Rick grabbed me. This giant almost seven feet tall had me under his arm and gave me a mighty swat on the arse my skirts bilowed and I shrieked " EEEIEEE" It felt like my teeth were going to fly out.

Madam covered her face and shrieked "MON DOX"

Rick dropped me on the floor like the proverbial hot potato. I regained my composure and ran over to Madam who was very nice and a shrewd operator.

I was red-faced with tears it was not hard to make that work it hut and I had enraged my meal ticket. I was just a bit frightened.

Rick looked like he had been trapped in a Mimes prison cell.

My cunning plan was so far working.

" So what will Papa be interested in today"

Rick replied "I understand your shop has very nice Lolita winter clothing my Princess has been telling me of it"

A long story short a hard public swat on the bum awarded me a sore bum that hurt for days a pair of swanky Lolita boots good to up to -25C with fake fur tops and a black leather body with dark grey leather lace toe and facings, They look great even today. I also received a matching coat and some other accessories gloves and of course, a knit-lined fury hat to keep my head warm.

I gave him a big hug and said " Thank you Papa Rick"

Rick stopped at the grocery store on the way out.

My my this is becoming a composition. I will complete it in my blog.

Loli aftermath

All the time! Though when witnessing another kid getting a spanking my feelings were somewhat ambivalent! I, and I suspect a lot of other kids also, felt some sympathy for thier plight; KNOWING JUST HOW MUCH SPANKINGS HURT! And how easily it could be us in their position; and almost certainly soon would be! Also there was always the fear that seeing another kid getting the behind blistered might remind your own parent of a misdemeanor that might have gone unpunished; resulting in a spanking from them when you got back home! If you were really unlucky you may get your 'just deserts' there and then! Or your mother or father, aunt and uncle, etc.... might just decide that you had not been 'minding' enough lately; and that consequently a spanking was long overdue! Also you had to be careful not to be caught with a smile or smirk on your face; since that might make your mom or dad decide that as you found the kid getting spanked(s) predicament so amusing; you should get one yourself so as to see how funny it was when you are on the receiving end of a punishment! But above all else I did enjoy witnessing a public spanking and was just thanful it was someone alse other than me getting it; and reasoning that if it was me getting my backside spanked they would be enjoying MY misery and suffering!

I remember one of my aunts having an outside toilet in the garden, but it was nothing like 50 yards away from the house (we didn't measure things in metres here in the 1960s and I still don't, but that's another story). Most outside toilets were in the backyard still attached to the houses.

A bit off of the topic, but following the conversation I have been trying to find a spot for an "outhouse" in our yard. Close enough to be used if needed (mostly for those times the power is out), far enough from our well to prevent any contamination, and not located where the wind can blow it over. It would only need one or two holes as it is only sub and I. I am eager to build it. With siding from our old corn crib or used tin. Depends on the condition of the siding. I do not want the neighbor racoons clawing their way into to my outhouse.

when witnessing another kid getting a spanking my feelings were somewhat ambivalent!

For some reason I never stuck around to watch the entire event. I guess I feared I might be next...

For some reason I never stuck around to watch the entire event. I guess I feared I might be next...

@Enough With siblings not sticking around was a good idea. Just in case you were seen and they thought your were gloating or something. Then you would share in their wrath.

@MissStress they thought your were gloating or something. Then you would share in their wrath.

Yes, now that you mention it; that's why I never stuck around...