Did you ever complain?

I'm just curious if during your childhood have you ever complained to others about your spankings or about your sore bottom. Maybe you complained even to the parent who spanked you or to the other parent? Perhaps to another friendly relative? (adult)

It was an open conversation in your family about your spankings ?

I used to complain about the soreness of my bottom when I was spanked at home, but that was really to disguise the fact that it gave me secret pleasure.

I only ever complained that it hurt once to my mum and she spanked me again for it.

I never complained again.

I used to complain to my grandma sometimes. She comforted me and told me not to do so much nonsense. I should be glad it was just the wooden spoon. Your mother had the cane.

I used to complain about the soreness of my bottom when I was spanked at home, but that was really to disguise the fact that it gave me secret pleasure.

@Fru17gum Agree. It never did any good to complain because more punishment could happen because of the whining. Best to suffer quietly and privately. And not do it or get caught again.

No, never; as my parents were considered (what did they call back then) permissive? - anyway they weren't into spanking so I was not spanked much. As for enemas, well I was too shy to talk about them to others.

One time out of defiance I told my dad the spanking I just had didn’t hurt. Boy was I sorry I said that!

Gracie, life little lesson quit while you are ahead!!! Did you enjoy your lesson?

One time out of defiance I told my dad the spanking I just had didn’t hurt. Boy was I sorry I said that!

I would just glare back and show as little emotion as possible in your place. Show him how despicable it is when grown-ups wack children. And maybe plant in his mind the notion of kids growing up might end up getting payback one day.

Grown-ups don't always stay strongest forever.

Never got slapped by my parents, only by the teachers, i never told my parents about that as they may have given me another spanking

Never got slapped by my parents, only by the teachers, i never told my parents about that as they may have given me another spanking

I had the impression that if my mother had known a teacher (or in my case a nun) had slapped me, she might very well have gone to school and given the teacher a slap back.

There is a good scene that shows this in the biographical movie 'A Soldier's Daughter Never Cries' which tells part of the story of the daughter of James Jones, author of the novel 'Thin Red Line'. It is set in Paris, France and is therefore I believe readily believable.

For my take, more parents should give tit for tat when teachers hit children without due cause. Some teachers can dish it out to kids, but couldn't take as good as they gave from another grown-up. Should be a prerequisite if they are going to physically hit children.

Was no point complaining if had mum given few more with wooden kitchen spoon same at school if came home and complained got caned or strapped at school most likly got another lot off mum lol

Sometimes me or one my friends might comment like " my Dad really tanned my butt last night". Occasionally they might protest that they didn't deserve it. One time my friend was telling me that he got a major whipping because we had hidden his sisters spelling book and she got spanked for losing it. But later, she found it stashed in the back of her closet. Her mom figured my friend had hidden it there and gave him a long hard spanking for letting his sister get punished. So he told me to be glad she didn't know I was part of it. Except his mom heard everything he said. She told me I was getting a whipping like my friend and I was going to have a sore bum for a week. She called his sister in to watch as I pulled down my pants and drawers and went across her lap. She beat the daylights out of me. We didn't discuss spankings anywhere in the house after that.

I don't think I ever did complain about it even though I hated it. I think it was because I knew I deserved it.

There was no need to complain. Once a parent made up their mind there was no changing it. If they said you were getting a naughty bare bottom spanking, that's what you got. Sometimes it was on the spot, sometimes they waited till your bed time. Either way it was very embarrassing being exposed to anyone who might have been around at the time. A real close friend would understand and be sympathetic. Your ass may have still hurt, but you feel better knowing someone else cared.

My fear would be that complaint would lead to another or more embarrassing spanking so it was best to keep quiet. I was bought up at a time when spanking was common so I did not find it in any way unusual that I was spanked. I was also bought up to be respectful of authority. When people of my generation talk about being spanked by teachers, aunts, uncles and other adults thats was the reason. I would never think of complaining to these authority figures.

I would just glare back and show as little emotion as possible in your place. Show him how despicable it is when grown-ups wack children. And maybe plant in his mind the notion of kids growing up might end up getting payback one day.

Grown-ups don't always stay strongest forever.

@agracier Exactly my approach. I would never let someone gain that kind of dominance over me, even as an adult. See the movie Unbroken. Good advice.

Most of my spankings were from mom and usually when she had me in a compromised position over her lap for an enema as a young teen,she would remind me of some infraction that i had caused! If i felt guilty i wouldn’t argue as those spankings added to the extra tingles from the enema she was giving me and i learned to slowly masturbate after my enemas during bedtime to keep those feelings going until i finally let go into my cumrag that i had hidden under my matress ! One time mom found it, but thats a different story!

As a child, I talked about the pain of spanking with my mother. My mom spanked me. But after the spanking, she talked to me about it. When I complained about the pain, she felt sorry for me, but said it was necessary. Mom said the purpose of spanking is to make me feel pain.

I remember once when I was 11 or 12 years old trying not to scream while being spanked. I wanted to be as brave as the heroes of books and movies. Mom stopped the spanking after the first strokes. She figured out why I wasn't screaming. She said my shouts told her that I was in pain and spanking was working as it should.

Always the next day after the spanking, my mother would come to my room in the morning. She would come when I woke up and I hadn't gotten out of bed yet. My mother told me to bare my buttocks and lie on my stomach. She examined my naked buttocks to see if they were still red. She then asked me if I felt pain. I didn't like these inspections.

I didn't talk to other family members about my spankings. I was very ashamed of it. I only talked about it with my friends at school. We bragged about how the spanking hurt, everyone wanted to show how tough and brave he was. Such conversations ended around the age of 10-11, then no one admitted to it.

During my childhood, when an authority figure (parent, adult family member, older sibling, teacher, Sunday school teacher, babysitter, etc) decided to address naughty behavior, there was often a discussion/lecture that preceded the actual discipline. This was especially necessary when the authority figure had not personally witnessed the naughty behavior. This was a chance for the indicted boy/girl to RESPECTFULLY/TRUTHFULLY tell his/her side of the story. If, for example, a child was being falsely accused of something, this would be his/her chance to say, "Johnny is framing me! He did it, not me!", and provide any details, context, and/or exculpatory evidence.

I have to say that the authority figures who administered disciplinary measures for me, my sisters, and my friends were usually very good at conducting such investigations. Lying during such an investigation was VERY dangerous, because the lie would always be uncovered. I remember once, when I stole some candy from my older sister, then lied about it and tried to frame my younger sister (I said that my younger sister must have been the thief, and I planted some uneaten candy in her school book bag)... Mom figured out that I was both the thief AND a liar! She blistered my bare bottom with her hairbrush for stealing AND told me to expect an appointment with Dad for lying to her, and trying to get my sister in trouble! Dad paddled me with his carpenter's ruler (straight edge) for the lying, AND whipped me with his leather strap/strop for planting the evidence to falsely implicate my sister.

After a judgement had been reached, there was NO MORE DISCUSSION and NO COMPLAINING! When it was time to accept your punishment, the only words that were acceptable/expected from naughty boys/girls were "Yes Sir" or "Yes Ma'am", as instructions were given to get undressed, fetch the appropriate spanking implement, lay over the spanker's lap (or bend over a piece of furniture)... then, counting out loud, "One Sir, Two Sir, Three Sir...".

After punishment was over (often including some corner time -- tanned bottom on display), there was usually some age-appropriate comfort provided and forgiveness/reconciliation was communicated. For example, during the grade school years (up through 6th grade -- 11.y.o.), after a strapping from Dad, sitting with Mom on the couch was always comforting. During this time of after-care, I remember that I would often still be crying when she would invite me over to sit with her. During this time, I would sometimes "complain" that my bottom was very sore. Mom did not consider this to be inappropriate complaining, because I was simply stating a fact. She would simply say that a painful strapping and a lingering sore bottom is the price I had to pay for my misbehaviors. She always told me that I was fortunate to have a father who was not only a lot of fun, but also loved me enough to tan my hide when I was disobedient, disrespectful, and/or dishonest. When I had submissively accepted my punishment, calmed down, offered a sincere apology, and promised to try to behave myself in the future, she would usually rub some cool lotion on my butt (if necessary), and fetch me a bowl of ice cream.

Only ONCE do I remember sitting on the couch with Mom and initiating _unacceptable_ complaining about a punishment. Dad had given me a well-deserved tanning and I said to Mom (looking for her to take my side), "Dad is too strict. He doesn't love me. He hates me! And, I hate him!". Mom said, "Fetch the hairbrush right now, and I will make sure you will hate me too!". After she paddled my already sore/red ass, she said, "Now you can go straight to bed (lights OUT -- and NO music!), without any hugs, lotion, or ice cream! If you think that we hate you, and you hate us, then I will tell Dad not to bother coming to your bedroom to read with you, and to say goodnight." I still remember how lonely I was that night, but I learned to appreciate my parents' love, even when I was sporting a well-deserved red/sore butt!

This was especially necessary when the authority figure had not personally witnessed the naughty behavior. This was a chance for the indicted boy/girl to RESPECTFULLY/TRUTHFULLY tell his/her side of the story. If, for example, a child was being falsely accused of something, this would be his/her chance to say,

Lucky you to get a chance to explain your side of the story.

In my family, whoever raced to mommy first and (preferably tearfully) told their tale of woe, was presumed to be in the right and exculpatory rebuttals by the accused (me) were not appreciated or even listened to.

Meaning if you were a good liar and actress (like my sister) I would invariably be judged the guilty one, no matter what the true circumstances.

In my family, whoever raced to mommy first and (preferably tearfully) told their tale of woe, was presumed to be in the right and exculpatory rebuttals by the accused (me) were not appreciated or even listened to.

Meaning if you were a good liar and actress (like my sister) I would invariably be judged the guilty one, no matter what the true circumstances.

My two sisters always stuck together and lied to my mom that I was at fault whenever we got in trouble. Didn’t get spanked, but lost privileges and sent to my room to reflect on my sin!

Mom was the disciplinarian in my family and no amount of complaining did any good, mom was a red head and had a temper to match so my spankings were at the moment mom lost her temper.

I still remember one particular spanking I received when I was maybe 6 or 7, mom grabbed me by the are and yanked my shorts and underpants down and pulled me across her lap, she then slid off one of her leather sandals and she wore my bare ass out, seemed like it went on forever and burned and stung really bad, I was kicking and screaming. After she let me lay in the floor for a while she would always come back and talk to me calmly and explain why she spanked me and the she loved me.

Only when I was over Mom or Auntie Ruth's knee getting my bare bottom soundly spanked! You cannot but 'complain' when you a getting a proper over the knee, old fashioned spanking with hand, hairbrush or paddle! It sort of goes with the territroy! As to complaining about the spanking afterwards then no. You quickly learned that that was pointless. At best you would be told that the way to avoid spankings was to behave yourself and 'mind' - your elders and betters, your manners, your school work and grades, etc.... At worse excessive complaining would earn you another spanking. You soon not to complain!

As to complaining about the spanking afterwards then no. You quickly learned that that was pointless. At best you would be told that the way to avoid spankings was to behave yourself and 'mind' - your elders and betters, your manners, your school work and grades, etc.... At worse excessive complaining would earn you another spanking.

I didn't get spanked for complaining. But I've heard similar things that the only way to avoid a spanking is to behave properly. When I complained about the pain, my mother said she felt sorry for me. At the same time, she said it was necessary. She said spanking had to be painful for it to work.

When I was younger, I begged my mom not to spank me. But I quickly learned that it doesn't make sense. My mother never punished me rashly or unfairly. But if she decided I was going to get spanked, she never changed her mind. No requests or promises worked. Mom said punishment was supposed to teach me something. If she forgives me, it will only teach me to dodge. My promises of improvement did not impress her. She said to me: "you're not doing me a favor by behaving properly. You will behave correctly or else you will be spanked again. But the spanking you're about to get will help you remember that."

I used to complain about the pain after a spanking. I thought I'd make my mom feel guilty. I said she doesn't love me if she spanks me. She replied that it was because she loved me that she spank me. She doesn't like to do this, but she has to.

Mom said punishment was supposed to teach me something.

Did it teach you anything except not to try and complain or talk your way out of it?

Did it teach you anything except not to try and complain or talk your way out of it?

I could complain, it wasn't forbidden. Complaining didn't keep me from being spanked. However, I have unlearned some things. For example, I have learned to lie to my mother in order to hide my wrongdoing. If I pleaded guilty, the punishment was either less, or it wasn't a spanking, or it ended with a verbal reprimand. On the other hand, if I lied to cover up my wrongdoing and it got out, I was in for a good spanking. I'm not saying spanking is a great method of parenting. But in many cases it has been successful.

Only to the adult doing it or maybe, briefly in passing, to another kid who had it done (brothers or school friends). Never to any great length.

I only ever complained about a thrashing once, i got another thrashing for answering back, henceforth i endured my punishments.

I only ever complained about a thrashing once, i got another thrashing for answering back, henceforth i endured my punishments.

Often it was better to remain silent. Or at least not prolong the complaining.