What is the worst spanking you have received?

My worst childhood spanking was when my uncle took a razor strap to my bare bottom. It was the first and thankfully last time I was subjected to the razor strap. It hurt much worse than a belt spanking from my dad, and that's saying something!

I was spanked with a razor strap on the bare butt, it was the worst thing ever.

My worst spanking was a razor strapping on my graduation day from high school, one week shy of my 18th birthday. My father let me take the car out the night before to celebrate with some friends. There were clear instructions not too drink (underage and driving) and to be home no later than 11. One of my buddies had his older brother buy us beer and we drank quite a bit and i lost track of time. Then i drove home getting there well over an hour late. I misjudged the turn into the driveway and hit a post knocking out a headlight. My father had been waiting up for me and was outside in no time. He could tell i had been drinking and sent me straight to bed. When i went into the house i saw the dreaded razor strop on the coffee table meaning he had been planning to give me a strapping for the curfew violation.

Dad woke me up the next morning, clearly pissed. But all he said was to get showered and to join the family in the kitchen for breakfast. As i passed through the living room to the kitchen i saw dad's strop still laying on the coffee table.

It was a very awkward breakfast as my siblings knew i was in trouble as did i. But nothing specific was said. When breakfast was over my father said to me, “you know what's coming so let's get this over with. Get into the living room, get your clothes off and get into position over the sofa arm.”

I was shaking as i walked to the living room and as i removed all my clothes. I got into position as i was told but had to wait about ten minutes (which seemed like 10 hours) for dad and the rest of the family to come in.

Dad picked up the razor strop and a stinging lecture followed. Then it began. The first searing lick of the strop literally took my breath away. It went on and on - must have received at least 50 full force strokes. My butt was literally purple when he was finished.

Graduation was at 5 that afternoon in a church with hard wood pews. Sitting was nearly impossible but i couldn't very well stand so i winced and gritted my teeth each time i had to sit down.

Mine was the paddling I got when was 20. I lost my dorm and had to commute to college. I got 60 paddle whacks from mom, jeans down and behind bared, while dad counted each of them out. Even worse, I had to agree to be paddled for as long as I chose to live under their roof. That lasted until I got married at 27.

I think my worst was as a teen I had called my mom a few choice words when she yelled at me for something, and when my dad got home he actually dragged me out of the shower and used the belt on me which he had never done before, so I was totally naked being whipped in the hall trying to dodge the belt, he later told me he wanted to make an example out of me not to never disrespect mom..

I got spanked at 10 for trying to forge my Moms name on a slip the Teacher sent home with me for her to sign, I knew it was about me not doing my homework like I was suppose to. They knew it wasn't my Mom's signature so when I got home that day boy did I get my ass roasted.

The same happened to me when I was in 3rd grade. Of course the teacher noticed immediately that it wasn't my parents signature. My pitiful attempt at forgery did not look like an adult signature at all. At the end of class, I was hoping that to leave the classroom discreetly. But she kept me in the classroom until my father arrived. My father gave me a memorable bare bottom spanking when we arrived at home.

As an adult I haven’t received the worst YET but there is hope I have a play partner who will spank me and so far it’s been wonderful. I have recently purchased a cane hoping he will try it out on my ass giving me 20strokes. I have a riding crop he uses and next time we meet up would love to spread my cheeks open for him and give my hole a few good stokes with it.

Our journey has been great so far and I hope we keep it going.

I think my worse was as a teen I had called my mom and a few choice words when she yelled at me for something, and when my dad got home he actually dragged me out of the shower and use the belt…

Having been on the unpleasant end of the belt as a girl I can certainly agree its got to be one of worst impliments to use. Gets the point across well though.

The worst “spanking” I got when I was a kid was for lying. I got it with a bamboo cane all over my body, mainly on arms and legs, I guess for the embarrassment, as it is easily be seen (it was the way corporal punishment was in here, to discipline or spank kids, I guess).

As an adult, I got the belt on bare bottom with a lot of lectures and corner time for texting and driving.

As an adult, I got the belt on bare bottom with a lot of lectures and corner time for texting and driving.

Who has it in their mind to physically punish an adult for such things?

Dad caught me driving drunk. At first I think he just want to chastise me for staying out really late, but then he realized I was drunk, and that was the only time I ever got dragged to the basement for a spanking. It was one of the last spankings he gave me. I had to be 19 at the time maybe 20.

Strapped from shoulders to knees. I learned a lesson that night.

About 30 smacks on my bare bottom with my dad's leather slipper. He gave me that for using inappropriate language in the street and he spanked me really hard. It hurt me to sit down for days afterwards.

I was 15, mom and dad were arguing and fighting. I remember I said something but don't remember what was said. all I remember was dad taking off his belt and just took his anger out on me…worst and last time he ever put a hand(belt) on me.

You should have seen his face, after I told him they welts and bruises better came down and disappear before Monday( I remember it was a Saturday) came along. And hopped school staff wouldn't notices and start asking questions.

I was 15, mom and dad were arguing and fighting. I remember I said something but don't remember what was said. all I remember was dad taking off his belt and just took his anger out on me…worst and last time he ever put a hand(belt) on me.

My wife used to tell the same. Her father and mother fighting, father seemingly sexually frustrated in general to boot and then both of them taking out their frustrations on their daughter by giving her wallopings for little or no reason.

Can't say when the last time for her though.

My wife used to tell the same. Her father and mother fighting, father seemingly sexually frustrated in general to boot and then both of them taking out their frustrations on their daughter by giving her walloping's for little or no reason.

Can't say when the last time for her though.

Like I said, had no clue what they were fighting over. All I remember…was flashs and a belt flying every where mostly on my back and back side. But that was the worst(compared to the other beltings I've had before) and last whooping I got. if you could called that. it was more than a spanking, more like a brutal beating.

I have seen several disciplinarians over the years. The last was a "pro" who traveled the world giving spankings. She gave an upfront warning about no safe words. She made sure you knew this was a punishment spanking. I saw her twice. The first was intense but do-able. It lasted 90 minutes and varied from hand to strap to brushes and finally a paddle. I was bruised a bit but not bad. She really knew how to bring you to the brink and then let off. Keep in mind, this was a constant spanking for 90 minutes stopping just long enough to change implements. Of course, I scheduled a second when she was back in town. This time things didn't go so well. She started off with her hand and moved through the implements but this time it was intense. Much more intense. It wasn't long before I was kicking and screaming and had tears running down my face. Finally, she was done, and she could tell by the look I gave her that something was wrong. I said something about the intensity, and she said she was trying to fulfil what I requested which was a no limit hard punishment spanking. I said that wasn't what I asked for, but want a repeat of the first one. She checked her notes and realized she had confused me with someone else. Was the last time I saw her. Not that I wouldn't again, she just isn't around that much and rest assured, I would be clear on my desires. I was very bruised and actually it was somewhat painful to sit or even walk.

I described this punishment in an earlier thread. I was 8-9 in the late 60s. My mother caught me in a lie. She summoned me into the kitchen from the garage. She grabbed a wooden spoon and started to hit me. I put my arms up to defend myself and when I did the wooden spoon broke. That really made my mother angry. Then she grabbed a pair of kitchen tongs and came at me. She over powered me and started pulling my tongue with the tongs. She pulled me over towards the counter by the tongue and grabbed another wooden spoon. Then she beat my ass with the wooden spoon until I was crying. After 20 or so cracks on my rear she took me up to the bathroom and gave me an enema. I can still remember her mixing the ivory soap with hot water in a porcelain basin. She filled the enema bag with the hot soapy water and made me lay across the edge of the tub. She put the nozzle in my rear and fill my rectum and bowels with the enema solution. When she was done filling me I had to stand in the tub to hold the enema while she cleaned up. Only then was I allowed to use the toilet to release the enema. I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room until my father came home. I was given an over the lap spanking by my father with my mother watching. The kitchen tongs were the worst part of the punishment.

It was probably my fist spanking as a sissy baby. My wife, who knew about my AB side for years, caught me looking at sissy onsie/skirt outfits on amazon. She asked what I was looking at those for. I told her I was just looking. She kept being persistent about it and I finally admitted that I had always wondered what it felt like to be wearing a skirt and have it flipped up and my diapers pulled down for a spanking, like a naughty toddler girl. She said she knew I was potty pants diaper boy, but had no idea I was a sissy baby too. She told me I could buy it, but if I did, she would show me what happens to naughty sissy baby girls. (With a wink) So I bought it. When it came in she took it and told me she was going to pick a day for it. That day came a week later. She pulled me into my changing room (spare bedroom) and pinned me in double cloth diapers and a pair of PEVA rubber pants. Then she handed me the outfit, a pink frilly diaper cover, and a pair of mary jane shoes in my size she had bought and told me to put them on, then left the room. I put the onsie on, the diaper cover over the onsie, the skirt over that, and then the shoes. It was like a pink sailor suit with pink frillies underneath. I left the room and she saw me and started laughing at me. She said I looked so cute and pathetic. She then pulled out my paddle and told me that since I was a sissy baby, it was high time for me to be spanked like one. She grabbed the "spanking" chair and pulled it into the middle of the living room. I was always spanked in the bedroom so this was new. She sat down and called me over. I shuffled over slowly and when I was within arms reach she pulled me to her right side and started pulling my frilly diaper cover down. She then undid the onsie and pulled my rubber pants down as well. As she went to pull me over her knees, I hesitated. I'll never forget what she said "You wanted this! Your the one who is a sissy baby girl! Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? Supposed to be a big, strong man and now look at you. I was perfectly good with the AB thing. It was cute and kinda fun, but a sissy baby? I'm not sure how I feel about this yet. All I know is that you're dressed like a little girl who still wears diapers, and all I want to do is thoroughly spank that sissy little bottom of yours. Now get over my lap before you really make me mad." It was at this point that I knew this was different. She'd scolded me before during spankings, but this was different. She seemed actually mad. So I let her guide me over her lap. She then unpinned my diapers and pulled them back between my legs, exposing my bottom. She then told me to give her my right arm. I did and she held it tight to the small of my back. I was stuck now and a little afraid. She'd only ever done that when she gave me a legit real spanking when I got drunk one night. As she picked up the paddle I looked back and didn't see any smile or smirk on her face. She was straight lipped and her face was full of determination. I had little time to ponder this when very quickly she started spanking me. Holy crap! She started hard and fast and didn't let up for what seemed like an hour! It was only 10-15 I found out, but she'd never kept that pace up for that long. As for me, I was kicking and and sobbing after 2-3 minutes. The next 5-10 after that was incoherent crying and pleading, and the last several minutes I was totally defeated and just laid there wailing as my sissy bottom was paddled soundly. I didn't even know she had stopped spanking me when she got me up and walked me to the corner in the living room. I did the spanking dance the whole way. She tucked the back of my skirt and onsie into the hem of my skirt so my red, swollen bottom was on display. I stayed there till she came over and got me. No idea how long. She then had me lie down and she repinned my diapers and stood me up. She the pulled up my rubber pants, buttoned my onsie, and pulled up my frillies. She told me I was going to stay like this the rest of the day. She changed me around 4pm (I was soaked) into one of my Pampers sets. ( An ABDL diaper with a doubler) My bottom was still sore and very red. The sting had lasted for almost 2 hours!

After dinner she told me she accepts me as a sissy baby, but it was just confusing to her. She didn't know where she would fit in with it. She said she found out though. She said if I ever wanted to be a sissy baby girl again, it was good, but that while I was a sissy baby, she was going to be a disciplinarian. She said sissies need to be well spanked and I would be no exception. From then till now, anytime I want to be a sissy baby girl, I know I'm in for a hard spanking.

BTW, I found out why she spanked me in the living room. She had video taped the whole thing on her phone. I didn't know this for several years till she showed it to her friend (who knows about my AB, and now my sissy side) one night. Her friend laughed at me and said she wanted to see me dressed as a sissy baby. My wife made me dress up in my sissy baby outfit with the diapers. I was then given a maintenance spanking in front of her friend since the deal was anytime I was dressed as a sissy baby, I got a spankin. Wierd part was, as I was being spanked, I looked up at her friend, who was enjoying the show, looked back down and actually felt "right", like this was how I'm supposed to be.

I got a real humdinger when I was 15, just a few months short of my sixteenth birthday and I hadn't had a spanking for almost two years. Looking back on it deserved it and I got it good. A golf official denied me relief from casual water. Let's just say I questioned his ancestry. Tp make matters worse, the official, unbeknownst to me was a friend of Daddy's, and the banker who lent Daddy money to buy his first drug store. The official was dead wrong but so was in losing my temper.

I got a real humdinger when I was 15, just a few months short of my sixteenth birthday and I hadn't had a spanking for almost two years. Looking back on it deserved it and I got it good. A golf official denied me relief from casual water. Let's just say I questioned his ancestry. Tp make matters worse, the official, unbeknownst to me was a friend of Daddy's, and the banker who lent Daddy money to buy his first drug store. The official was dead wrong but so was in losing my temper.

Yes, being rude to an elder (and better) was a BIG NO, NO in those days! A sure way to get a real 'blistering'! Even talking back to an adult would earn you 'one hell of a spanking'! It was classified as a 'major offence', for sure!

I can't remember what exactly I did, but it was bad to my younger sister. Dad paddled my ass quite awhile to drive the point home to not injure or hurt my sister again. It involved her baton as I remember it was the instrument of the punishment.

I'm not sure what was the worse spanking I ever got growing up! The bare bottom, hair brush, spankings from my Mom and Aunt Rose were always absolutely awful! Unless you have experienced what it is like to have your bare buttocks 'scorched' by a solid chunk of cherrywood - my Mother's weapon of choice, for spankings - or an equally hard and compact lump of celluloid (plastic) - Aunt Rose's 'tool' for blistering bottoms - you cannot appreciate just what a hot, throbbing and burning sting such implements can impart on vulnerable, naked and defenceless mounds of butt flesh! And Daddy's and Uncle Frank's hand spankings were no joke, either! The pulsating pain they could inflict on a bare backside was incredible! Spankings whether by hand or hairbrush were simply to be dreaded!

Yes, being rude to an elder (and better) was a BIG NO, NO in those days! A sure way to get a real 'blistering'! Even talking back to an adult would earn you 'one hell of a spanking'! It was classified as a 'major offence', for sure!

My butt endured many hardships when my mouth was really the blame. I have red hair (Really auburn) and with the hair came the temper.

After hearing these accounts I’m thinking I must be a bit of a sissy. I’ve recounted details of this before. But basically I disregarded my Mothers orders. About the third time after dinner Dad order me to stand up and pull my pants down. He then ordered me to bend over and grab my ankles. With my 3 sisters looking on in what must have been a semi erotic state, he undid his belt. I distinctly remember the sound as it came thru the belt loops in his slacks. After a few seconds he unleashed a single lash against my ass. I don’t know how hard he hit me, but the sound was wicked and even though I was still wearing whitey righties (no doubt as shielding the young girls from male body parts) the impact was like being struck by lightning. I burst up in a dance screaming and crying. Much to the mirth of my sisters. Dad ordered my down and I fought an emotional battle of begging and fearing what would happen if I didn’t return to my bent over stance. After accepting the inevitable I grabbed my ankles with my bottom still seared from the first lash. Seconds passed in torture, then suddenly I sensed his unleashing the second blow. He was really angry with me and this time he held back nothing. When the belt landed I felt like I was cut with a razor. Needless to say I was instantly back up doing an insane version of the spanking dance. Crying with abandon nose running and totally humiliated in front of my younger sisters. Just two blows. That was it. The pain was excruciating. Hours later it still burned insanely. I still remember that day sixty years later. It happened again a while later. The second time sent home the message. Do as you’re told. I never forgot it.

As an aside I always wonder about the accounts of spankings. Had I received a lashing like I hear in most accounts I would have passed out after the fourth blow. I can’t imagine anyone going thru that kind of pain for a dozen blows. You’d never make it that far. Were other disciplinarians going easy on their charges? Or was I just an overly sensitive little boy? I did recall how my aunt would hit my cousin so hard with a belt that be bled. Whether I was bleeding I never looked. I was half afraid to….

Had I received a lashing like I hear in most accounts I would have passed out after the fourth blow. I can’t imagine anyone going thru that kind of pain for a dozen blows. I did recall how my aunt would hit my cousin so hard with a belt that be bled. Whether I was bleeding I never looked. I was half afraid to….

Sounds like two adult sadists.

I related this experience previously

As an adult I became obsessed with spanking again, because my first CFNM events were spankings. I tried self spanking, with various implements. It was good. I saw an ad in ‘massages’ ads that ‘Spanky’ was back in town. Spanky was mid-thirties in casual clothes. She charged $200 up front for a spanking. I asked for safe words green, yellow red. She said, ‘Whatever.’ As soon as she counted the money her demeanor changed. She snarled, ‘Strip!’ As I started to undress she hit my leg with a whip, hard. It was way more painful than anything I did to myself. ‘Faster!’ I got 2 more before I was naked. By myself I’d pretend to scream, but these caused me to shriek. I looked at the welts on my legs in horror. She just laughed saying ‘you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.’

She pushed me naked into the hallway. I was terrified I’d be seen by someone else. She yelled for Nancy. Another woman came out of a door, opened a closet and took out a padded spanking bench. I lay down & they secured my ankles, wrists with straps. The tied a rope or strap around my scrotum and pulled my balls down over the plywood on the end. They tied a rope on my penis and stretched it out next to my balls.

Then the beating started. The first stroke was with a cane or something narrow. IT HURT! When I jerked I almost castrated myself, pulling on my balls. By the fifth hit with whatever I wanted out. I screamed ‘RED!’ She laughed said, ‘I would only charge $20 for that much. We’re going to give you $200 worth.’ Words cannot describe the torture on my butt. When she stopped flogging my butt, she said, ‘Bad penis!’ Strangely that didn’t hurt as much. But when she hit my balls the pain was at a new level.

They let me rest for a hour. I was excruciating to sit and drive. I had to stop several times before I got home. My butt was one big bruise, as bad as any I’ve seen in porn spanking videos. It was Friday night & I missed 3 days of work.

No more pro spanking for me.

Honestly. The time I confessed to my father I was bi.

To say I took it like a man (I'm thinking back 45 years now) is true and it hurt, the spanking was more a whipping. But something changed that night. I can't say what is was but something changed.

I guess I maybe embraced my sexuality and just allowed my father his time. He never spanked me again and I have now been married for 35 years in a female led relationship.

My wife spanks me when I'm wrong. Last year it was 5 times so you can see its pure discipline in the single act.

Work that out if you have time.

I related this experience previously

Another woman came out of a door, opened a closet and took out a padded spanking bench. I lay down & they secured my ankles, wrists with straps. The tied a rope or strap around my scrotum and pulled my balls down over the plywood on the end. They tied a rope on my penis and stretched it out next to my balls.

Then the beating started. The first stroke was with a cane or something narrow. IT HURT! When I jerked I almost castrated myself, pulling on my balls. By the fifth hit with whatever I wanted out. I screamed ‘RED!’ She laughed said, ‘I would only charge $20 for that much. We’re going to give you $200 worth.’ Words cannot describe the torture on my butt. When she stopped flogging my butt, she said, ‘Bad penis!’ Strangely that didn’t hurt as much. But when she hit my balls the pain was at a new level.

They let me rest for a hour. I was excruciating to sit and drive. I had to stop several times before I got home. My butt was one big bruise, as bad as any I’ve seen in porn spanking videos. It was Friday night & I missed 3 days of work.

No more pro spanking for me.

Holy Toledo. I can't believe some of the accounts on this thread but this one takes the cake, even though you were an adult.

Please everyone, do not allow some stranger to tie you up... I know it's fetish-y but is it worth being crippled? What if your balls got ripped off? I have chatted with a guy who actually had permanent damage from a paddling given while he was tied up. He begged for mercy but the spanker said this is what you asked for, and I have e-mails to prove it.

Some of these accounts don't qualify as "spankings" in my mind. Yes, my spankings hurt, but they were 1-on the buttocks only and 2- given with empathy and some level of decency.

The worst for me was the first and last time I got the belt from my stepdad. I had to pull my pants down and lay on the bed. I saw stars and screamed. I got probably a dozen or so, but it was awful, especially considering I had only ever been spanked by hand before. Getting 4 'D's and an 'F' earned me the belt, and I never forgot the lesson. Nothing below a 'C' for the rest of my school career!

A very long time ago when I was first introduced to BDSM, the girl that I was with, well most nights we did switch play, and while it was intense, it was some what controlled. Well one night she asked if she could totally dominate me and I foolishly agreed. She kind of got into a "zone" so to speak and really let me have it. Straps, canes, etc. Let's just say, that I was a mass of bruises for several days afterwards and she was very upset with herself the next day for getting that way.

Let's just say, never again...at least to that degree..

Elaine

The worst I ever received at home was from my Mother. I was about 11 or 12 at the time. I had yet another bad report from school and I guess my Mom had enough so she had me report to my room, where she pulled down my pants and underwear. She placed a few pillows on the edge of the bed and had me lay over them. She then spanked me with something called a glamour stretcher. This was a rubber band type exercise stretcher. It stung like a whip and after the 3 stroke, I just started pissing. It hurt something else and it was the last time I was spanked by either. Today, I would love the same experience....