Who was your main disciplinarian ?

Growing up, who was your main disciplinarian / spanker? Was it your mother, father, another family member, school staff or other? For me it was my mother closely followed by school.

We were a pretty traditional home and it was mainly my father.

My mom was the only person, apart from the one time I got spanked by a friend’s mom at their house.

Mom was the spanker at our house. Loving but not gentle!

My father was the main spanker - pants down over his knee with his hand!

My Mom mainly, but Nuns at school jumped in quite often!

As far as I remember both would give out punishment, when it was needed. Though the "bad offenses" were done by Dad after Mom gave the account of what I did.

My father was the main disciplinarian in what was a pretty traditional household for those times. He was not quick to spank, but when he had had enough, it came with no warning, pants down and until he felt that had made his point.

Since my parents' divorce (when I was 6), my mother has become my main disciplinarian. She started punishing me with a wooden spoon or a belt over my clothes.

My mother weilded very able wooden kitchen spoon

Growing up my Dad handled the spankings. However now as a spanko who is most intrigued by F/m spanking, I wish I had instead grown up with a hairbrush wielding mother who would never hesitate in lighting a fire in our bare bottoms whenever she deemed it necessary.

My mom. Bare bottom, hand or her wooden hairbrush.

Both parents spanked, but I think my mother did it more.

My mother was the main disciplinarian and spanker. My mother didn't work and didn't want to wait for my father. She judged every one of my misdeeds. After considering it, if she thought I deserved corporal punishment, she would spank me. None of my requests worked.

Reading my predecessors, I see that it was similar in many families. A woman is associated with motherly love, but also with consequences and punishments. Until I was 15, I had to show my mother my bare buttocks and submit to painful blows.

My father who spanked me with a thick wooden paddle and who would give my mom orders to give me enemas

It was always my mother who spanked me on the bare bottom almost always over her knee. For relatively minor transgressions, it would be by hand although more serious ones or repeated offenses, the dreaded hairbrush or paddle could come out which would really get your attention. Denise

For me, it was my mother. She liked to give me corner time and spankings. Most of the spanking were bare bottom but not all. It depends on what I did and what she used on me. As a teen, if I was going to get a spanking, I would often get a choice like: A hand spanking bare bottom, or the paddle fully clothed. I really did not like the paddle.

The last thing I wanted was the paddle on my bare bottom. Needless to say, I got the paddle on my bare bottom plenty of times.

It was my mother. She spanked my bare bottom at first with the back of a wooden hairbrush, holding me across her lap with my pants and underpants pulled down to my ankles. Then as I got too old to fit across her lap she would have me lay face down across the edge of my bed and give me a good hard strapping with a doubled over leather belt until my butt was red and sore and I was bawling my eyes out.

Mom was the main disciplinarian followed by school and twice by an aunt

Mom would always pull my pants an underwear down and pull me across her lap and use her leather sole sandal and the last spanking I received from her I was 14 and really pissed her off, she told me to go to her room and lower my pants and underwear and lay on the bed, she used one of dads leather belts and wore my ass out.

From school it was the Dean of boy who would use a wooden paddle. He would tell me to bent over a chair and deliver 2 or 3 very hard swats, no bare bottom but over my pants. They were still very hard and fast. I have always wondered what that would have felt like on my bare butt.

My Aunt when I was 14, told me to go to her and lower my pants and underwear and bent over, she then used a wooden paddle, I believe it was 10 hard and fast swats.

The second time she had me come to her room and she had placed a straight back chair in the middle of the room and she took a seat and slid up her night gown and patted her lap and said slide your pants and underwear down and lay accross my lap, she used a ping pong looking paddle on my bare ass. That was 50 plus years ago and I still masturbate thinking about both those sessions.

As long as I can remember it was my Dad. In fact one of my first memories in life is being over his knee. That's not to say that mom didn't spank, she did; but Dad's spankings were more frequent and often at the behest of my mother. "I'm going to tell your father to give you a good hard spanking when he gets home." He spanked me until age 16. My mom did spank and I hated it when she did because she was really harsh emotionally during; with Dad it was more like a bonding experience (not that he went easy on me at all!)

Up to age 7 it was my mother, after age 7 it was my father.

For me it was always my mother. She would threaten to "tell your father" about my behavior but he never physically punished me. My mom generally would grab whatever was nearby - often a wooden spoon and there was little to no build up or formality.

Usually dad. Usually pants and underwear down to knees/ankles. Usually hand. Belt for the bad stuff. Usually standing up, standing bent forward with hands on couch/chair, or bent over couch or side of the bed. Got spanked up until I was almost 16.

Mom did spank occasionally. She used a wooden spoon on our bare butts. But it's was 90% from dad.

Mom was the main disciplinary at home. At school it was my form teacher. However dad do spank when I behaved very badly

My father was always the one that disciplined growing up.

Mother was growing up.

My mother was the main disciplinarian. If I crossed her behavioral line I was immediately spanked, no matter where we were, in public or private. It was quick hard blows with her hand.

My dad spanked me twice, both times on my bed with a naked butt. One time he popped my helium killed balloon as a punishment. The balloon meant a lot to me, so I called him a bastard. That prompted him to remove his belt and kept me have it. I kept calling him a bastard and he kept belting me. It ended with me being sore for days.

My dad was often the one to spank my siblings and I. But both of our parents were firm believers that corporal punishment was not only acceptable but a necessary form of correcting bad behaviour. If we misbehaved around our au pairs or babysitters, my parents explicit expectation was that they would administer the same form of punishment also whether in public or in private. I was never punished physically by a teacher or coach, but I do remember one time I had misbehaved at school and my father came into the headmasters office and spanked me in front of the headmaster.

Other than when I was very little is was always my dad who was the disciplinarian in our family. While I was always accused of being Daddy's favorite by my four siblings, there were several times in my life that I didn't experience any favoritism like the time that I insulted a golf official, who he denied me relief from causal water. Actually I referred to him as a son of a bitch. To make matters worse, the golf official was not only a friend of Daddy's but also the banker, who lent him the money to buy his first pharmacy. I never suffered the indignity of being spanked bare bottom but I assure you that a old-fashion razor strap in the hand of a former college football and baseball player can be made to sting though almost any layer of clothing even jeans of corduroys. I had on a thin golf ware and he really torn my tail up. I howled like a banshee that evening.

It was her friends, my friends parents, mostly mothers as my mother worked, school was second