Like many of you, I am a full on spanko with an indelible fascination on the topic of spanking. I really enjoy reading this forum (and others like it). After reading many different accounts of other people's childhood spanking experiences, there is one feeling I just can't shake off.......envy. I am genuinely envious of all these exciting spanking memories that others have but I lack.
First let's give some background on my childhood. I am the youngest of three boys and I grew up in a Christian family during the 90's. When my parents were still together, we were a spanking family. Even though spanking was on the decline compared to prior decades, my Christian parents were themselves raised with spankings and accepted the proverbial adage 'spare the rod, spoil the child' (or in our family's case, 'spare the belt, spoil the child'). When myself or one of my brothers were naughty, we could expect a belt whoopin' on our bare bottoms. Most typically, we would misbehave around our Mom who would report our misbehavior to our dad to let him know that one or more of us needed a spanking. My dad would get his belt, take us into our bedroom, bend us over the bed, bare our bottoms, and whoop our butts until we were very sorry and learned our lesson. I can still remember the hot searing pain lighting my bum on fire with each kiss of the belt!
However, unfortunately for my inner spanko, my spanking memories pretty much end there. When I was about 5 or 6, my parents split up (and eventually divorced). Naturally this caused a lot of changes within our family. One of these changes was the retirement of spanking for me and my two brothers. While I'm sure my 5/6 year old self was more than happy to say adios to bare bottom spanking, my future self in my 30's is disappointed that the whoopin's stopped as soon as they did. Since I was still pretty young at the time of my last spanking, my memories of my spankings are rather vague and limited. I believe my older brothers have much more vivid (and probably harsher) spanking memories than I do and I'm a bit jealous. I'm even more jealous of older generations that grew up during a time when spanking was the norm and the expected punishment for children. I wish my parents continued with the whoopin's for at least a few more years until I was old enough to vividly remember those spankings now all these years later. I feel like I missed out on the full fledged spanking childhood experience that so many others on this forum had.
Why did my parents stop spanking us? I don't believe it's because either of them suddenly had a change of heart about spanking kids. Rather I believe it was because they simply stopped functioning as a discipline team after splitting up. The spanking judge and executioner stopped working together. My mother was fine sentencing us to a sound spanking when we were naughty but did not want to deal with the dirty work of administering the spanking herself. On the other hand, my dad did not have the stomach to decide when one of us had earned a spanking but was willing to give the spanking when my mom asked him to.
After splitting up with my mother, my Dad no longer had another parent to assign him spankings for the boys. As a result he was more willing to just let things slide. In retrospect, I can see that our Dad was a bit too lenient with us. There are a few things I remember doing in those days that my Dad should not have let me get away with. He should have recognized when I needed spanking, and not hesitate with delivering a sound whoopin' on my bare bottom like he used to. All of this should have happened on his own initiative without first needing the other parent to ask for the spanking to happen.
While my mother obviously had no qualms about her sons getting spanked considering she ordered most (if not all) of the spankings the three of us ever got, I believe she veered away from spankings for her boys simply because she wasn't comfortable dishing out the spankings herself now that she no longer had the spanker father around to delegate the task of spanking to. Nor was she comfortable with letting any non-parents spank her sons. Nowadays I wish she had overcome these misgivings rather than just let us get away with no more spanking for the rest of our upbringing. Since Dad wasn't whoopin' us anymore, she should have taken over as our primary disciplinarian/spanker. Too bad there wasn't a fellow spanking mom friend encouraging my mom to take the final step from ordering sore bottoms for her boys to personally handing out the sore bottoms herself. Perhaps she just needed to find the right wooden hairbrush and soundly smack our backsides with it over her knee enough times until she was finally comfortable blistering our naughty bottoms whenever we needed it. The spanko inside me really craves such memories of maternal correction that I never had. Maybe if my mom was just a bit less squeamish about it, I would have got the full spanking childhood I crave.
Better yet, I wish my mother was comfortable allowing other adults (such as Aunts, neighbors, or even just available teenagers) to warm our bottoms. One of my favorite spanking scenarios is the naughty boy getting a good old fashioned spanking from a cute teenage babysitter he has a crush on. It must be wonderful getting to cuddle with your crush right after she gives you a cathartic bare bottom spanking! Oh how I wish this was more than just a fantasy for me and instead an actual memory! I also love the idea of spanking moms exchanging spanking permission with each other. I want to know what it's like waiting my turn in line watching a wailing friend get his buns burned knowing my bare buns are next over his mom's lap! I wish I knew what it's like watching my mom spank rivers of tears & snot out of one of my friends right after painting my ass red with her hairbrush! I wish I knew what it was like getting spanked in front of witnesses (especially girls) and placed bare bottom in a corner for all to see and if I dared to rub my throbbing bottom, I could expect another round of smacking. How delightful all these memories must be to future spankos!
Many of you on this forum actually have such memories. For those of you who had the full fledged spanking childhood that I crave, do I sound utterly insane to you? Would I be singing a very different tune if I actually had such a childhood? Or are you more sympathetic? As a spanko, do you treasure your childhood spanking memories? I certainly treasure the limited spanking memories I do have.....but I wish it was so much more!