Did anyone ever run off to try to escape a spanking?

I, nor any of my siblings or cousins ever did since we knew that the consequences would be even worse for us later on! Once you had been sentenced to a spanking there was ultimately no way of escaping it! It was as inevitable as “death and taxes”!

I knew a kid called Jimmy Bradley who always ran from his Mom when he was due a spanking! His Dad was a truck driver away for long periods. But he always had to come back home eventually and things were always worse for him than if he had submitted to his punishment immediately!

His Mom, Mrs Bradley, would give him his spanking and then sentence him to a further one to be given a week later! If his Dad was back by then he would give it to him! It always struck me as a stupid and dumb thing to do since, by delaying his first spanking, he earned himself a second one as well!

But he always had to come back home eventually and things were always worse for him than if he had submitted to his punishment immediately! His Mom, Mrs Bradley, would give him his spanking, and then sentence him to a further one to be given a week later! If his Dad was back by then he would give it to him! It always struck me as a stupid and dumb thing to do since, by delaying his first spanking, he earned himself a second one as well!

Kids are often stupid in not being able to anticipate consequences of actions. Anyone with half a brain should know that running away from a spanking will only make the one you finally do get, all the much worse.

What really bugged me to no end and boggled my mind in the realm of stupidity when I was young, was friends being big huge blabbermouths and shooting their mouths off about every single thing they did, even the things you just knew would piss off parents like playing doctor, shooting firecrackers and such. These things went beyond stupid for me.

Running from a spanking is another one that ranks high.

I didn't run off, but I did try hiding inside my dad's wardrobe once. He found me of course and gave me a few extra smacks for hiding in there. There was another occasion when I tried to hide my dad's leather slippers that he used to spank me with, but he caught me and gave me a few extra smacks for trying that as well.

Running, hiding, and even locking myself in the bathroom all worked surprising well for me!

I tried locking myself up once, wasn't a good idea. I skipped school for a day. In the afternoon the phone rings and my teacher called to ask what was wrong with me. I overheard the conversation and knew exactly what was going to happen. My mother was very angry and I locked myself in the toilet. After the phone call I heard my mother yelling where I am, she was looking for me all over the house. After she found me on the toilet, I didn't want to open the door. But I didn't think about opening the door from the outside. Then it quickly went down the door to mother in pants and off we went. Then to my room and wait until my father comes home. After the talk about skipping school and hiding, I was grounded for 2 weeks. And 2 Fridays a red butt from my mother's wooden spoon. I never skipped school again, nor did I lock myself up again.

Unlike my cousin or me, my younger brother sometimes used to hide. Mom would tell me to find him and bring him to justice in our kitchen. When my cousin Tara and I found him we would drag him into the kitchen, where mom was seated, paddle in hand. While pinned Rob's arms behind him mom quickly undid and took down his pants and briefs. Then, over her lap he went. We got twice our ages in smacks but Rob got 4 times his age for running away. If dad found out we resisted it would be a pants-down strapping in the basement furnace room. Rob got a few of those, believe me!

Unlike my cousin or me, my younger brother sometimes used to hide. Mom would tell me to find him and bring him to justice in our kitchen. When my cousin Tara and I found him we would drag him into the kitchen, where mom was seated, paddle in hand. While pinned Rob's arms behind him mom quickly undid and took down his pants and briefs. Then, over her lap he went. We got twice our ages in smacks but Rob got 4 times his age for running away. If dad found out we resisted, it would be a pants-down strapping in the basement furnace room. Rob got a few of those, believe me!

Hi ruthiney, so you and your cousin Tara had to locate where your brother Rob was hiding and then escort him to the kitchen for his spanking. How did you feel about having to do that? Did you feel sorry for your brother? Or was it something you enjoyed doing? Or was it a task you were instrucred to do which you did in a matter of fact way?

I tried locking myself up once, wasn't a good idea. I skipped school for a day. In the afternoon the phone rings and my teacher called to ask what was wrong with me. I overheard the conversation and knew exactly what was going to happen. My mother was very angry and I locked myself in the toilet. After the phone call I heard my mother yelling where I am, she was looking for me all over the house. After she found me on the toilet, I didn't want to open the door. But I didn't think about opening the door from the outside. Then it quickly went down the door to mother in pants and off we went. Then to my room and wait until my father comes home. After the talk about skipping school and hiding, I was grounded for 2 weeks. And 2 Fridays a red butt from my mother's wooden spoon. I never skipped school again, nor did I lock myself up again.

At least you learned your lesson niefi!

Running, hiding, and even locking myself in the bathroom all worked surprising well for me!

You were obviously one of those rare cases, reddevil, where the gamble paid off!!!

you and your cousin Tara had to locate where your brother Rob was hiding and then escort him to the kitchen for his spanking. How did you feel about having to do that? Did you feel sorry for your brother? Or was it something you enjoyed doing?

If my sister was anything to go by, then I am more than certain that the girls enjoyed it very much indeed. They got parental authority to act like a cross between a deputized cop and bounty hunter and unlike these last, got to witness the punishment and humiliation as well.

Bet that gave them a warm fuzzy feeling of self-righteousness in being allowed to manhandle a boy and act like mommy's little darlings.

@creator58 You were obviously one of those rare cases, reddevil, where the gamble paid off!!!

Yes, from what I read here I was very lucky! Seems my father's short fuse worked both ways; meaning he would cool down somewhat quickly and forget about wanting to beat my backside with the back of a hairbrush.

I did a couple times growing up.

I remember I spilled something in the kitchen, and I can't even remember what it was. My dad was furious. I'm sure I was doing something I wasn't supposed to do. I remember him taking the belt out of his pants, and I took off. Eventually I hid under my brother's bed. I was there for a while.

An hour or two later I came out, and figured my dad would have calmed down, I was sadly mistaken. When he saw me he took me back to the kitchen, and had me bend over the counter for the belt. Then before bed that night, another dose of the belt for running off.

I remember I spilled something in the kitchen, and I can't even remember what it was. My dad was furious. I'm sure I was doing something I wasn't supposed to do. I remember him taking the belt out of his pants, and I took off. Eventually I hid under my brother's bed. I was there for a while.

An hour or two later I came out, and figured my dad would have calmed down, I was sadly mistaken. When he saw me he took me back to the kitchen, and had me bend over the counter for the belt. Then before bed that night, another dose of the belt for running off.

If spilling something in the kitchen warrants a beating with a belt, then most of us would be cripples by the time we're adults.

If spilling something in the kitchen warrants a beating with a belt, then most of us would be cripples by the time we're adults.

It wasn't a normal thing to spill. I was doing something weird. I can't quite remember what it was. I want to say I was making like paper mache or something, when I was told not to. Something like that. It's not like I spilled to a glass of water and got my ass breast.

An hour or two later I came out, and figured my dad would have calmed down, I was sadly mistaken. When he saw me he took me back to the kitchen, and had me bend over the counter for the belt. Then before bed that night, another dose of the belt for running off.

Your dad sounds strict, firm, and fair. Bet you always knew where you stood with him.

Making a scene like THAT would make certain that what was coming was WORSE!

I recall my sister fighting /fussing /running away from a spanking. Mom just called dad. Two adults against a child, she ended up pinned face down on the bed, bottom bared, then spanked long and hard and I think got it much worse than she would have had had she accepted mom's spanking.

Yes, many many times, all failed attempts…Which usually ended in a longer spanking and sometimes twice as hard. You don't ever escape from a pissed off Mexican mom … learned that the hard way.

I don't remember details of the offense but I do remember it was a phone call that sealed my fate. I and a buddy had got into some neighborhood mischief and we both knew it would mean paddlings if our parents found out.

I came home and just laid low not wanting to invite any parental chit-chat about what my buddy and I were busy doing that afternoon. Things were seeming OK until the phone rang. Overhearing my mothers half of the conversation I knew it was my buddy's mom and she was sharing what he and I had been up to this afternoon.

Knowing I couldn't escape the inevitable, I went to my room to wait. When the call ended my mother immediately started calling my name, l didn't answer. When I heard her coming down the bedroom hall I stood behind the open bedroom door. She looked in my room but didn't see me and kept searching. After a few minutes I realized I'd be in more trouble if I kept this up so I walked down the hall and found my mother asking “Were you looking for me?” all innocent like. She gave me that ‘mom look’ but didn't say any more about that. Soon thereafter, mom, me and her paddle made our way back to my room to ‘discuss’ the matter in excruciating detail.

If spilling something in the kitchen warrants a beating with a belt, then most of us would be cripples by the time we're adults.

It was plaster of paris. I was supposed to wait for him to help with the project, and I decided to do it without him, and I spilled it all over the kitchen island.

It was plaster of paris. I was supposed to wait for him to help with the project, and I decided to do it without him, and I spilled it all over the kitchen island.

I spanked one of my daughters for spilling milk. And she asked why her, when no one else got spanked for spilling. I told her it is because you were trying to poke your sister when it spilled.

@John_Sitter came home and just laid low not wanting to invite any parental chit-chat about what my buddy and I were busy doing that afternoon.

Brings back memories of my doing the same. I should have realized that by being quite and avoiding them (parents) it was an obvious tip-off that I had done something wrong…

I don't remember details of the offense but I do remember it was a phone call that sealed my fate. I and a buddy had got into some neighborhood mischief and we both knew it would mean paddlings if our parents found out.

I came home and just laid low not wanting to invite any parental chit-chat about what my buddy and I were busy doing that afternoon. Things were seeming OK until the phone rang. Overhearing my mothers half of the conversation I knew it was my buddy's mom and she was sharing what he and I had been up to this afternoon.

Knowing I couldn't escape the inevitable, I went to my room to wait. When the call ended my mother immediately started calling my name, l didn't answer. When I heard her coming down the bedroom hall I stood behind the open bedroom door. She looked in my room but didn't see me and kept searching. After a few minutes I realized I'd be in more trouble if I kept this up so I walked down the hall and found my mother asking “Were you looking for me?” all innocent like. She gave me that ‘mom look’ but didn't say any more about that. Soon thereafter, mom, me and her paddle made our way back to my room to ‘discuss’ the matter in excruciating detail.

I had that experience many times myself! Some sort of naughtiness earler in the day, or sometimes 24 or 48 hours earlier, and then the dreaded phone call or knock at the door! Whenever you got up to no good you knew that somehow or other ‘there would be a price to pay’!! Rare was the time you got away with anything! Of course in those days the things we got up to were, compared to what kids do today, very innocent - trespessing on derelict properties, playing with matches, going to places we were forbidden to go to, looking at adult, ‘girlie magazines’, etc… - but these were all offences that would earn you sound spankings and whuppings! Like you I would keep my head down hoping my ‘crime’ would go undetected! But more often than not I would be found out! And my butt would pay the price courtesy of Mom's Hairbrush or Dad's Belt! The discussion that would then ensue would be a very one-sided one with my bare and vulnerable behind doing the ‘listening’! LOL

Brings back memories of my doing the same. I should have realized that by being quite and avoiding them (parents) it was an obvious tip-off that I had done something wrong…

Indeed, often being quiet and keeping yourself to yourself made your parents, especially your Mom, suspicious; with them strongly suspecting you had been up to something! LOL

Indeed, often being quiet and keeping yourself to yourself made your parents, especially your Mom, suspicious; with them strongly suspecting you had been up to something! LOL

That's how my mom did it, she knew what was up…

That's how my mom did it, she knew what was up…

Moms ALWAYS KNOW!!

Indeed, often being quiet and keeping yourself to yourself made your parents, especially your Mom, suspicious; with them strongly suspecting you had been up to something! LOL

In other words, kids could never do anything right.

If kids made noise they were berated and if they kept quiet they were suspected of having done something wrong. You could never win as a kid.

That was one of the reasons why I didn't really trust older people back then. They always assumed the worst and usually without any reason or proof.

In other words, kids could never do anything right.

If kids made noise they were berated and if they kept quiet they were suspected of having done something wrong. You could never win as a kid.

That was one of the reasons why I didn't really trust older people back then. They always assumed the worst and usually without any reason or proof.

On the other side of the coin , I remember my dad believing me and backing me up. Once around 12 when I was falsely accused of shoplifting, and another time when I was suspended from school by the assistant principal for supposedly swearing at the office secretary. He asked her what I said and she said “nothing inappropriate“. He went to the principal and superintendent and said I know my son and he didn’t do that. I was back in school the same day.

Moms ALWAYS KNOW!!

Yes they do..lol

I always told my kids they can run away all they want…but I know where they sleep. 😈