It was one of my neighbors who said me for the first time that he was usually spanked at home on the bare bottom. I was somehow amazed. We were of the same age, maybe six or seven years old. Soon I was to know from other friends of mine that corporal punishments were often given on the bare. I had been beaten very rare at home. So I became... curious. Some months later, one of my friend took the belt from his father, and I assisted at his punishment because his dad beat him in the park before their house. I heard my friend's cries and I saw him trying to escape from that torment. Then his father took him into the house, but through the open window I continued to hear the cracks, They sounded otherwise: I realized that the belt was applied that once right on my friend's bare ass. I became more troubled about spanking asking myself how could it be. How could a boy support such a pain, such a humiliation?
I got for the first time the belt when I was nine or ten y.o. for disobedience. Mom used for the first time a belt on my ass. Usually she used the slipper, which was not so painful. But that day I was very obstinate, and she seemed decided to defeat my stubbornness. So that she asked me firmly to lower my pants. Despite my curiosity, I refused. I was very afraid and somehow coward. But Mom forced me to do it and I had to feel thus the belt for the first time, and without any protection. Wow!
I was to take an other memorable correction many years later, when I was in the 9th form, for a serious misbehavior at school. My school was a boy school, with a severe discipline. Thus for my misbehavior I was obliged to cut my hair number one. My mother knew on the same day about my fault. That was the second time I got the belt from her. All my promises and begging for pardon were in vain. She was very firm, telling me that I deserved the beating of my life, and asked me to put my trousers and briefs off and to lay face down on the bed. Which I did. I hoped to escape easier if I obeyed. But after ten belt strokes I felt I could not take more. I yelled, I rolled from the bed down, on the floor, I knelt before Mom, and I embraced her legs, begging her to stop, At least for some minutes... But a very painful lash on my bared back, and an other one on my thighs, very mordant, convinced me to lay again on the bed. There followed other twenty lashes on my bottom. It was a very severe correction, My bottom was very sorrow, and I was very ashamed, not only for my nudity, but due to my misbehavior, for which I had obliged Mom to give me such a beating.
From then, I never gave her a new occasion to repeat that memorable lesson . I had known however what a sound beating meant. What a real humiliating punishment could cause . I never forgot it. So, very soon I began to play games with my friends on punishments. At the beginning, there were some amusing punishments. But soon, we bet on corporal punishments. First, it was the cane on the trousers, but soon it was the belt on the bare ass. I felt then what to dominate and to be dominated meant . I learned what meant to be obliged to submit to an other one's will for being punished. I was thrilled whenever I knew about one of my school colleagues who had been punished bare at home, and the same day I called for my bf to play cards on punishments. There were some days when we gave each other even a hundred lashes. Our butts were red, but we were happy.
What could I say more about my first spanking experiences ?