Fascination with a particular spanking implement!?

Two implements fascinate me, if that's the right word.... one is getting a birching, the other is a short strap that's split down the middle (not sure what it's called).

A leather strap split at the ends is a tawse.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tawse

@chamed I was not spanked as a child (or at least I don't recall it), let alone with a martinet. But I know people my generation and younger who received it.

I am fascinated by the wooden hairbrush, even though I've never been spanked with it aside from some self-spanking.

I think part of the reason why is that I see a hairbrush as a more feminine punishment tool wielded primarily by strict no-nonsense women. I wish my mother (or some other female authority figure) would have used a hairbrush to thoroughly blister my two buns on a semi-regular basis while growing up. For those of you who were raised this way, it must sound insane that anyone would want to trade positions with you!

Hi GOFS! As someone who received over the knee, bare bottom, hairbrush spankings from both my Mom and Aunt, I can assure you, rhat WHILST ACTUALLY OVER THEIR KNEE, you would not have wanted to trade places with me! LOL But about half and hour later, when the intense burning, and throbbing sting on my buttocks had subsided to a more bearable hot and prickly glow, you might then well have wanted to be in my shoes! Today, with my love of spanking and my fascination with the hairbrush in particular, I am sure glad to have had those sessions over Mom and Aunr Rose's knee(s)! A treasure trove of memories for sure!

Hi GOFS! As someone who received over the knee, bare bottom, hairbrush spankings from both my Mom and Aunt, I can assure you, rhat WHILST ACTUALLY OVER THEIR KNEE, you would not have wanted to trade places with me! LOL But about half and hour later, when the intense burning, and throbbing sting on my buttocks had subsided to a more bearable hot and prickly glow, you might then well have wanted to be in my shoes! Today, with my love of spanking and my fascination with the hairbrush in particular, I am sure glad to have had those sessions over Mom and Aunr Rose's knee(s)! A treasure trove of memories for sure!

creator58, I have no doubt that you are right about all this. If your Mom and Aunt were even half the spankers you've described them to be on this forum, then I'm sure that, if I had traded places with you, I would want ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with that bare bottom punishment WHILST ACTUALLY OVER THEIR KNEE. Any spanker worth their salt would MAKE SURE OF THAT and I trust that both your Mom and Aunt were exceptional spankers who had mastered their craft over many years of child rearing (pun very much intended). And you're also right that once the immediate pain had subsided I would probably be grateful for the sore bottom and the valuable lesson that came with it.

Were your Mom and Aunt also the sort of parents who willingly dished out spankings to other people's kids? Such as when you and your friends were misbehaving together, did you each take turns over the knee of your mom/aunt? If so then I might have been your worst behaved friend lol. I would be so curious to get a taste of your Mom's cherry wood hairbrush or your Aunt's celluloid hairbrush that I might not be able to resist getting into trouble. And of course if I ever actually got my wish and found myself pants down, bare bottom up, over your Mom/Aunt's knee, with a hairbrush raining down hot blistering smacks that burned my throbbing reddening bottom into a ripe tomato, I would thoroughly regret getting into trouble and consider myself insane for actually wanting the spanking as I agonizingly try to survive the seemingly never ending whupping. Any envy I felt towards you for regular sessions with that brush would have evaporated instantly upon the first smack. However after some time has passed, it would make for one hell of a memory that I would cherish and the envy just might re-emerge.

Hi GOFS!

Yes their were occasions when my Mom and Aunt spanked other kids! One such particularly memorable event was the following:

SMOKING BUTTS

I had a friend called Kevin who often slept over at my house,as I did at his. On one of our sleepovers, during July of 1970, Kevin brought over some cigarettes which we took into the garden and began to smoke behind the shed. We were puffing away when suddenly my Mom appeared! With her arms folded and a look on her face that meant big trouble, she told us with evident satisfaction, “well it was only a matter of time before I caught you at it! Now I fully intend to put you off smoking for life! Put the cigarettes out and get your butts inside! I will give you ‘smoking butts’of a very different kind!” We dropped our cigarettes on the ground and put them out, picking them up so as to put them in the kitchen trash bin. Once inside, Mom told us to wait in the living room. She phoned Mrs Bramley, Kevin’s Mom, telling her about our ‘crime’ and was delighted when she got permission to discipline Kevin as well. Putting the phone down, with a smile on her face, she announced, “well Kevin, your Mother has told me that I can deal with you just as I would with Paul! In fact she said I should blister your butt real good! As she has sprained her wrist, so is out of action! She is extremely angry with you and says that when your Father gets home in a few days time she will have him tear up your backside with his belt! (His Dad was a truck driver and was away from home at the time) She hates smoking every bit as much as me! Cigarettes killed her own Father; he died of cancer! So it’s a spanking for both of you! Go upstairs, Paul and fetch the hairbrush from the dresser!” “Please Mom, I pleaded!” She immediately cut me off, saying, “save it, young man! Fetch the brush and be quick about it!” I knew better than to delay any longer and quickly fetched the hairbrush from Mom’s bedroom! On returning to the living room,I found Mom already seated in the straight back chair - the one used for spankings - with Kevin already over her knee with his pants and underwear not just taken down but completely removed and folded up neatly and lying on the sofa. She instructed me to take off my pants and underwear and place them ‘neatly’ next to Kevin’s! Fortunately for Kevin and me, Aunt Rose had taken my two sisters and brother out shopping for the morning, so we were alone in the house. She then gave us a lecture on the ‘evils of smoking’! Being a nurse - although some of her colleagues at work did smoke; as did Aunt Rose - Mom was very anti-smoking! She then vowed to put us off cigarettes for life by, as she put it, “lighting up our own butts!” And she was as good as her word! Now Kevin had a large and chubby bottom for a boy! He was no hero when it came to spankings, either! He started howling and blubbering from the start! The first crack of Mom’s cherrywood hairbrush left its characteristic oval shaped red mark on the center of his backside! It quickly developed a purple tinge! Mom always waited a few seconds before delivering the next spank so that we would feel the full benefit of her efforts! She then added a second smack of the hairbrush this time scorching the base of his backside, where buttock meets thigh - the especially tender ‘sit spots’ - again a red rapidly purpling oval imprint made its appearance producing an even louder scream from Kevin! A third and then fourth were soon added by which time Kevin’s bottom was a mottled uniform pattern of red and purple! The steady stream of spanks continued as Kevin howled, begged and sobbed his way through the spanking! I watched transfixed as his buttocks grew, an ever and ever angry and hotter looking red! Two mounds of tender, pulsating soreness! He must have received three dozen or so cracks of the hairbrush; Mom usually administered around two dozen but, although she spanked with her usual detached coolness and professionalism I could tell she was really pissed off! She hated smoking! It was a source of disagreement between her and Aunt Rose; but as Aunt Rose was an adult she could do as she pleased, obviously! When Kevin’s spanking was done he was released from her lap and immediately did the ‘spanking dance’ She let him leap about for two minutes or so and then ordered him to the corner! With the order that he keep his hands by his sides and not rub his buttocks under any circumstances lest he would like another session over her knee!

Then it was my turn and to not beat about the bush I got my bottom soundly blistered! During Kevin’s spanking I had, as was now the norm, developed a hard on! My penis was fully erect; something that did not escape my mom’s attention! She remarked sarcastically, “looking forward to your spanking Paulie!?” Before I could reply, she added, “ I will soon curb your enthusiasm, young man!” And she was as good as her word! I ‘owed and ouched’ during the first three smacks of the brush and by the fifth or sixth spanks was howling and sobbing away! My own bottom was soon a ‘burning cauldron’ as Mom delivered a truly memorable spanking! Again, as with Kevin, I must have had about thirty six real ‘butt burners’, many of them focusing on those especially sensitive and tender ‘sit spots’! By the time she was done with me, my heinie felt like it was on fire and like Kevin I performed my version of the ‘spanking dance’! I had my two allotted minutes of leaping about from foot to foot, then had to take my place in the corner. Mom then gave both of us a lecture on the ‘evils of smoking’, concluding by asking us that she “trusted we had both been put off even the idea of smoking for life”; and that “we would not ever touch a cigarette EVER AGAIN!!” We responded both times with an emphatic, “yes ma’am!!” She concluded by sentencing us to an hour’s corner time and warned us, once again, to “keep our hands by our sides and under no circumstances rub our behinds!”

I heard later that Kevin got his bare butt soundly whipped by his Dad when he got back home! And neither of us ever tried any cigarettes again in our youth! In fact I never smoked again in my life; and have not done so to this day! Mom’s ‘medicine’ certainly worked!

Creator58, as always you know how to paint a vivid picture of a sound spanking that almost makes me feel like I was there in the room watching that cherrywood hairbrush spank your naughty bottoms off smoking for life!

If I was a friend of yours at a sleepover I might have tried to stir up enough trouble to earn a cherrywood lesson and then pray that my parents give your mom permission to blister my behind as she sees fit.

Think there's even a remote chance that Kevin secretly wanted to taste that hairbrush? (just to immediately regret it whilst actually over the knee of course!)

I'm glad you enjoy my postings, GOFS! Kevin absolutely hated spankings! We all did to be fair! Though some of us derived much pleasure and enjoyment after the punishments were over! I had many. many. many enjoyable masturbatory sessions as a consequence of spankings! Both mine; and ones I witnessed others getting! But Kevin hated everything to do with spanking! If he ever heard or saw a spanking taking place he would have to leave! Most kids enjoyed seeing and hearing their peers getting their butts blistered! And in some cases, like myself, got sexually aroused by it! Girls as well as boys! Spanking was such a big part of the lives of kids growing up in the '60s and '70s both from a disciplinary/punishment aspect and also, often inadvertently, from a sexual one to! Frequently a first glimpse of the female anatomy would come from a witnessed spanking! Though quite a few families were very casual about nudity, anyway! Certainly that was the case in my family and in many other families I knew and was acquainted with!

Doesn't sound like Kevin secretly wanted a spanking if he's turning down chances to witness others get spanked. If anything the one secretly enjoying Kevin's spanking was you! lol. Much more fun when it's someone else's bare buns at the mercy of your mom's hairbrush.

As a younger spanko who grew up in the 90's (a time when spanking was declining) and had his last spanking at age ~5-6, it really amazes me to hear what things were like just a couple decades earlier. I was spanked just enough to become interested in spanking, but nowhere near enough to satisfy my inner spanko. Part of me wishes the disciplinary ways of the 50's-70's lingered for a few more decades. Sound's like a spanko's paradise!

@chamed No spanking for ma as a child (at least that I recall—I think mom told me she once lost her temper on me), thus no martinet.

My fascination was with the leather sole of the carpet slipper a peculiarly British implement. It wasn't used by my aunt (my main care giver) but the couple who regularly looked after me and when I was in my teens. He was called uncle, although he was not a relative. He would remove his slipper, calmly tell me off as he took down my shorts and underpants and then slipper my bare bottom either over his knee or standing up so my bottom and everything was on view. It stung like hell and I would start crying and wailing like a three year old after two or three slaps. A source of shame in my teens. Despite this I would be very excited when I saw him remove the slipper or even when they were beside the fireplace! Sometimes the excitement was very visible, although this would disappear as the punishment started. Something about the polished leather sole and the severity of the punishment made me excited. After, I would be in tears, a very red stinging bottom and fully erect! What a strange thing, which I never understood and it embarrassed me deeply.

Not fascination but a feeling of dread when I saw my mother's wooden handled hairbrush that she used on my bare backside when I was younger, and the wide stiff leather belt that she doubled over and walloped my bare behind with as I got older. Luckily the spankings stopped after I entered my teens but I still got a feeling of dread whenever I looked at them, remembering my red, burning backside after I'd been spanked.

For me, gboy, it was a mixture of 'fascination and dread' whenever I saw both my Mom's and my Aunt's hairbrushes! The former, a solid chunk of cherrywood; the latter a heavy lump of celluloid; were both capable of lighting a bonfire on your backside! Oh the sting, the burn, the pulsating throb and the pain; OH BOY, THE PAIN!!!! Whether in motion - descending onto bare, exposed and vulnerable buttock flesh - as one of us received a spanking; or lying in rest, perfectly still, in a state of inertia; those hairbrushes always had an aura of dread, fear and fascination for me and, I dare say my siblings and cousins! The burning, hot and scorching impression they imparted on your behind was something you could only comprehend and imagine if you had felt their fiery kiss on your butt cheeks! An experience you NEVER FORGOT!! Believe me!

Other than some friendly slaps on my bottom by a certain young lady 😇, I’ve no spanking experience. Definitely much more curious after joining Zity. But I’ve not found the right person or situation to try it.

Some implements seem too brutal, so they don’t appeal to me. I’ll admit, out of sheer curiosity, I did try spanking myself with my wooden cooking spoon… omg I can see where a thin wood rod or paddle or hairbrush could really hurt! I think I would be more inclined to try the hairbrush or spoon, simply cause they seem like innocuous household objects. Like naughty tools lying in plain sight! 😁

I LOVE whenever I see a clear acrylic spanking paddle used in spanking media. Since it's see-through, The spanker went out of their way to make sure the paddle doesn't cover up any inch of bare-bottom nudity the spankee experiences. It's such a "ha, take that!" kind of moment.

As for me i bought a souvenir paddle and gave it to my wife to use on ME! She soon found that she got wet and i got hard, at least for foreplay spankings! (That was more than 50 years ago!!)After many spanks 😃(on MY bottom only) if finally broke. Next i bought "MY spanking brush" from "The Vermont Country Store. It was a Bath Brush that she still uses on me to this day! Back then, for punishnent spankings i had a "Leather BUTT!! Not so today, even just a few light wacks with "MY" Spanking brush has me doing the spankee dance and not being able to stay in place. After a few more minutes of my spanking i can stay in place, mostly, till my wife is satisfied that that i will remember to be a "Submissive Little Boy"!

By the way, i used to get SEVERE very hard and long bath brush spankings about every 10 years. At that time my wife would sit on my back making it impossible to move out of position! Thses spankings lasted till long after i could no longer beg, plead understandably!

Just blubering like a 2 year old. Yes i did need and even WANT every one of them! i miss them as she is no longer pyhsically able to spank me that hard or long(:.

For many years, a few days after each one. i needed to masturbate,ending in an orgasm that made my whole body shake and quiver uncontrolably 😃

Where I grew up in South Africa, the main punishment implement in schools was always the cane. At that time, corporal punishment could also be ordered by the courts. There would usually be four people in the room/cell when these punishments were administered. The caner and a Doctor had to be present, and often a "witness". Lastly, of course, the offender. I only know what went on because my Father was a golfing friend of the Doctor, who described to my father, how the caning was administered. I heard him talking in hushed tones, one evening on the telephone, describing the process to someone. As his description went on, I realized that he must have been the witness on an occasion. He couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. From that time my punishments became increasingly severe and I took steps to protect myself by putting a thin piece of rubber under my underpants. This worked well until I was discovered, and from that time on things got much worse as my father decided that I should be caned on the bare. I was punished about once monthly when my Mother was out of the house. My contraventions to his rules would be listed on the calendar and a small number in the square of the following day, detailed the number of strokes. On punishment day I had to wait in my room, naked, once my Mother had left the house. When he knocked, I would have to open the door and get into the punishment position[ knee chest] on the bed and then ask for the punishment to begin by asking for the number of strokes that were on the calendar. [Usually between two and four] On one occasion after the punishment, he felt my buttocks gently to examine the damage he had inflicted and,just before he left the room, I started to get an erection. I just hoped he hadn't noticed. I had hoped in vain and from then on my punishments got progressively more painful and embarrassing. Suffice it to say that the cane was amazingly effective and agonizing, however, once the punishment was over, I found that I got sexually excited when thinking back on the punishment. Amazing how erotic I found the experience when imagined without the pain. I could never work this out but right now I get excited when I think back to those days.

I don't know if it was fascination or just fear, but then the hairbrush or paddle came out for more repeated transgression or more serious ones, I really had some emotions I am not sure how to describe.......certainly, anticipation of what was going to happen after a lecture....etc and how those two spanking implements could result in a very red bottom that after the pain died off there was a nice warm feeling when rubbing my buns.

Well it's not really a spanking implement but one time at a bathhouse a guy spanked me with a shoe and I loved it he hit me with it till I was almost in tears it was amazing. Other than that I have always wanted to be spanked with a switch hehe.

The wooden brush holds a significant place in my heart and memory. I got to know one quite intimately growing up while laying over Daddy's lap.

My favorite is a leather belt about an inch and a half to two inches. The anticipation of watching the spanker remove it from their pants, and knowing it is about to redden your bitt is exhilarating. I also like the sound it makes as it strikes an ass.

@Alittlenaughty I Agree a bare hand on a bare bottom is intimate and very personal and is supposed to be embarrassing.

I prefer to give and receive using the hand on a bare bottom, otk.

It's very intimate, I like the slapping sound it produces and it's less likely to cause skin damage. It certainly stings and produces a nice rosy red colour!

Courtesy of my upbringing I have always had a fascination with the hairbrush. But the intimacy of a hand spanking is something I really enjoy! Although the sting and burn of the hairbrush is absolutely incredible; a sound hand spanking is most definitely not to be underestimated either!

As my avatar suggests, mine is the traditional British crook-handled school cane. Been fascinated with it almost as long as I can remember. Between the weekly canings in the British children's comics of the 1970s, likewise the old 1950s hand-me-down schoolboy story annuals I was given (also full of canings, some illustrated), and my first-ever Headmaster carrying one with him everywhere, I was absolutely obsessed with the idea from a very young age. What would it feel like? What would it be like to cane someone else?

I do also love giving and receiving hand-spankings, but if we're talking implements, for me it HAS to be the cane, whichever end of it I'm on.

For me, its the simple, everyday, white plastic spoon, which when used to smack my bum in the diaper position until I was about 8, always left nasty, very sore red splotches all over my bare bottom.

For me it’s not a specific implement in real life, it’s one I read about in a spanking fiction from spankinglife. It was referred to only as “the strip” and was described as a thin, long piece of rubber that was still thick enough to keep its integrity and still acted more like a belt than a whip. I always imagined it like a cross between a belt and a cane. I’ve never really come across anything like this IRL but I imagine maybe a piece from a lawn mower belt or some sort of rubber gasket or seal, or something similar would fit the category. For me it symbolizes everything I’d want in my ideal implement. Leather-like aesthetic, stingy, very scary, definitely painful, and would leave linear marks on the butt.

I watched ( a few times) a video where a young girl feigning illness to avoid school gets her rectal temperature taken then receives 300+ hits with a wooden hairbrush for feigning her illness!!

Very intense.

The cane.

My school did use it but as an ultimate sanction. I think because it was used sparingly, it made it a more effective form of discipline* - the fear of getting it was enough to prevent many boys behaving badly - and gave it a certain aura that it was something special (and not in a nice way as far as school boys were concerned).

Of course, it was used and when it was used, it would leave vivid and dramatic marks over the buttocks which added to my morbid fascination with the cane.

Whilst I never felt it back then, my interest never waned and I have been on the receiving end of a number of serious canings since then.

(* whilst looking back I can see that was an effective deterrent, I do not condone or agree with the use of corporal punishment on children or non-consenting adults in any circumstances)

One of my previous partners, a mother who had experience spanking, would have me nude over her lap with my dick trapped between her thighs (naked as well). She would give me a severe bare handed spanking until I had a red bottom, and tears in my eyes. She never used a hair brush or other tools.