Spankings and Childhood

How many of us who enjoy/fantasize about being spanked and/or were spanked as a Child?

Curiosity has won me over. I was as a child.

I never do.

As a child I was often beat to an inch of my life. Usually with my dad's belt of what ever was handy. It was during a time when it was acceptable to send your child to school with bruises visible or not. Just tough love they called it. Over my life time a sudden outset of pain takes me to a near blackout condition "survival mode". I have spent a lifetime of not feeling I have control, and my destiny belonged to my mother. It is not my intention to rain on your parade, but as an adult you have a choice as a young child you do not.

Regards,

Ron (Dron)

Ddron sorry if that has bothered you. I was simply trying to see the relation between ""who has" been spanked as a child and there grown up fantasizes. I have found that as we age our minds take the negative from our past and turn it into a form of pleasure. Its like personal Reverse psychology.

Like Dron,I too was beaten with a belt from my dad for just being born. I also got spankings from nuns when I was in kindergarden at around three or four for wetting and staining my pants because I wouldn't use the toilet. For about a week they put me back in cloth diapers and yellow or even pink plastic panties because those were the only plastic pants they had. I was made to walk around with only my diapers and plastic pants and if I pooped or peed myself they would, in front of the other kids, pull out the back of my diapers and plastic pants to check them for poop and pee pee. They would spank me in the ca ca, pee pee diapers, and plastic pants after hauling me over their knees. Telling every one what a naughty stinky baby I was and that the same would happen to anyone else who wet or pooped their pants or panties as the case may be. I still have those spanking fantasies of being hand spanked over some woman's knee in my sopping wet diapers and plastic panties in front of a bunch of other women for such bad big baby.

LMAO Are you kiddin my mom was a phsyco italian lady. I was beat just to beat something lol. But if dad did it with leather belt then it was a major infraction and i knew it was butt woopin time fer sure. BY todays standards i was abused im sure(maybe lol) but back then it was just the way it was and you dealt with it. take it like a man and move on in life. did it scar me in my older years here? Naa i i dont think so i mean i love my dad and am not afraid of him by any means. But then again i never forgot the helpless feeling of waiting for my dad to get home and hearing the garage door open and id start shaking in pants knowing its coming quick.

I was not spanked as a child but I witnessed a mature female teacher when I was 10 spanking an 8 year old over her lap during the lunch break. She didn't know I was there because the door to the class had opened.

I can still hear all these years after the awful sound of hand on bare bottom and the boy pleading.

It had a profound effect on me.

As far as spanking goes I was mostly beaten with a belt by my father for just about anything but it started over my potty training and with my mom over potty training as well but also for putting on my baby brothers' plastic pants(she called them rubber pants) and for this she would beat with anything handy,including wire coat hangers and yell and rip off the plastic pants I was wearing and after finding the other pairs I had hidden would rip those top shreds in front of me, Those memories led to a lot of anger and resentment. But when I was in kindergarten when I was around four i would almost daily dribble or soil my pants because I would not use the bathroom(too many painful memories of forced toilet training) and the nuns would give many over the knee hand spankings with my wet pants still on and then in front of all the other kids pin me into thick cloth diapers and usually either yellow or pink plastic panties( make you look like sissy baby and for shame and humiliation purposes) and nothing else for the whole day and if I peed or pooped those I was again spanked again otk with the plastic panties and soggy wet diapers still on along with a good scolding in baby talk about what bad naughty boy I was and any boy that would pee pee and ca ca in their diapers and rubber pants was a big sissy naughty baby and I could stay in "pissy" and/or "shitty" diapers rubber baby pants till after lunch time and be changed into fresh clean diapers but with same stinky plastic pants and if I were to pee or poop in them i was to stay in them till my parents came to get me. The spanking and scoldings were for me a small price to pay top get to actually be made to wear my beloved cloth diapers and my precious plastic "baby" pants and the attention I got for being a baby was priceless, I still have my favorite fantasies about being spanked for wetting and soiling my pants and being forced to wear my cloth diapers,and yes my precious plastic panties in my favorite colors-pink and yellow and getting told what a big bad naughty sissy baby I am to want to walk around in my stinky sopping wet and dirty diapers ans sissy baby pants. I hope this wasn't too long

Once I was screwing around instead of helping my brother do the dishes my mom told me "if I didn't hurry she would knock me into next week". I told her you're always threatening to do it but so far I only hear you talking and not doing it. Never did see the back hand coming and woke up an hour later with a broken nose 😮 .

I was spanked by my father as a child and I have absolutely no fantasies at all as it was very painful (also had a "switch" made from a cherry tree used on me). Sadly my father was spanked heavily by his father and I guess it was just passed on. I still recall taking a shower one night when I was 18 back in 1980 and I could see the partial outline of a hand on my rear where the hot water caused the capillaries to surface. That was damage caused perhaps eight to ten years earlier. That pattern eventually disappeared within a few years after that.

I myself am not married and have no kids but I helped raise my now six-year-old Niece for five years. I only swatted her once on her bottom when she was three because she ignored my warnings and ran into the street in front of a car causing that driver to nearly have a heart attack.

My older brother hated enemas... so dad decided that the ultimate punishment would be spanking while getting a hot soapy enema and then diapers..... I enjoyed enemas but never let on so for me the punishment hurt but I think back with fond memories.

I'm not into diapers but of all the forums I have read I like the comments in the diaper section best. I think because I like to regress into childhood. My fantasy is to be cared for, but my age would be beyond diaper.... more like 7 or 8. Naughty and spanked on my bare bum, having my temperature taken rectally, give a big enema, even "taken" by a strap on. My hats off to the "diaper people" you all turn me on!

My thought of it was that some people whom where spanked or beaten as a child, often have fetishes that ofter correlate. Its like the adult mind turns them into a fetish, to help forget and repress those hidden and hurt emotions within us.

I was very rarely spanked as a child but fantasized about every female authority figure in my life spanking me as early as 5 years old...makes me wonder....

I was spanked as a child in the sixties and seventies at home and school and this even led to my play spanking others well into my teens!

I always fantasize about being spanked either by hand paddle cane or belt. I was smacked by mom but not very hard but I always played with myself afterwards. Which is probably why I fantasize about them now.

I think I may have received a few whacks on the behind when very young, as a sort of attention getting mechanism. But I was never really spanked as a punishment, neither at home nor at school.

So, while there is a certain pleasure from erotic spanking on my part, it certainly doesn't hark back to anything from my childhood. It's just another form of stimulation and a variation of a dominance/submission game. It has nothing to do with unresolved or deeply impressed childhood issues ...

Oh I had my share of shall we say "enlightening" conversations with an old web army belt (sans the buckle) as a child. They weren't massive beatings but enough to light things up and get the point across. Now, well I just take my punishment as a big gurl...

I think child abuse should be punishable by life imprisonment. I am highly conflicted by being sexually aroused by spankings primarily due to the association with CHILD beatings. I limit my interests to ADULT varieties in which BOTH parties are aroused by the power exchange and or deep psychological need for that level of intimacy. I also feel the term "spankings" SHOULD NEVER be discussed with regards to children unless it is a forum about the penal code. My feelings on this are strong as a parent - and NOT because I was ever beaten as a child as I was fortunate to have sane parents. But you take a belt to a child and you ought to be hung by that same belt.

I do not believe all spankings of children are abusive. Belting a child within an inch of his or her life should be severely punished within our penal system. Grandmotherly discipline, enemas, or a few swats on the bum as emphatic reminders of structure is not (IMO) abuse. Not if it is dealt with good intention.

I tried to avoided getting a spanking (my mom was in charge of administering punishments in our home) when ever and where ever possible but still received quite a few as a child. I really disliked getting my bare bottom turned bright red! On the other hand, I also received many enemas from my grandmother as a boy and absolutely LOVED getting a hot, soapy colon clean-out from her. Oddly, now that I'm quite a bit older, my favorite eroti fantasy is getting strict enemas and spankings from a nurse who enjoys giving both. Weird, huh?

I was spanked by my Father through my childhood and teens. He was belted by his Father and made a big play of never belting me. However hs punishments were shameful and humiliating and this I have played and replayed in my mind thousands of times. Although Im straight I prefer a man to be the spanker. Now Im older I prefer to spank a man and play Dad, although I like older and very de-sexualised women to watch. I was also spanked by two maiden aunts whilst growing up but reliving this doesn't really do it for me.

I grew up in an age when spanking was common. You could get it not only from your parents but any adult in the neighborhood. All of my teachers had wooden paddles and didn’t hesitate to use them.

I was only spanked a few times and usually it was a crack on the butt and told to go to my room that I was grounded.

The worse punishment I ever received was from my father. This was the man I idolized. We would hunt and fish, fly model airplanes and build model railroaded together. He was always there for me.

I was twelve and I did something stupid. Something I should have had my ass beat for. All I really remember was my father shaking his head and telling me he was disappointed in me and I was grounded.

I was crushed. This was the one person I craved respect from and he was disappointed in me.

Sometimes spanking is not the worse punishment. You had better believe I never disappointed him again.

Yes,frequently and with great vigor. I am certain this has informed my psychological attraction to parental role play and family style discipline.

Oh, I got spanked a lot as a child and a teenager as I was a sissy kid who kept 'borrowing' mummys things.

In terms of adults using force on unwilling kids its disgusting and should never happen.

But I was (and am) someone that enjoys laptime and the slipper, so from an early age I would deliberately provoke mummy and certain teachers.

I was not spanked as a child but many of my friends were and I did see or hear many spankings which interested me as a child. I always wondered what it would be like to be spanked. Don't want to be spanked but do rather enjoy the thought of giving spankings... but they are usually parental and not in any way S&M or D&B type spankings.

I was regularly spanked as a child and teenager by parents and other close family, on my bare butt with a hand or paddle/wooden spoon/slipper. I think it greatly influenced my interest as an adult. I almost always deserved it (sometimes even harder than I got it). I was a wild kid from the south, spankings were expected.

I was spanked as a child, mostly by my mother. Not cruelly, it was slightly painful, but the goal was more embarrassment than physical pain (that's why, I think, she did it on the bare if she could).

I did not like it at the time, but during my teenage years I developed fantasies about getting spanked by an older woman.

I also got spanked as a kid and it was always very traumatic for me. It didn't happen very often, maybe 5 times the entire time I was growing up, but when it did oy vey! My mom would never spank me in the moment either she would always make me think about it for a few hours or so. Which just made it all the more worse. I would usually start crying the moment she would call me into my parents room. I knew it was coming, I knew it was going to hurt, and I knew I couldn't get out of it.

These days however being spanked and spanked hard is one of the hottest things Doc does to me. The last trip we were together OMG Doc really stepped up his game like a pro. It was amazing. In the past when I asked or begged him to spank me he made my fanny red for a bit, 30 minutes or so. This last time, that wasn't quite the case lol. I just couldn't get enough and I wanted more and more and wanted it harder and harder. I am not a pain slut though, but him spanking me, wowza. Okay, again, I have to go and take a cold shower.

Mashie

Mashie: My experience was less traumatic than yours, but perhaps my mom spanked less hard than yours. Or maybe yours used an implement? I was threatened with mother buying a martinet (French flogger) but she never did so.

Like your mom, mine generally did not spank immediately, at least beyond a few smack on the seat to calm our misbehavior. She waited until she could find some time and get a room for herself and the child... and she spanked on the bare while scolding. It did hurt, not considerably so though, but it was humbling.

I remember occasions, I don't know how many, in which basically she had promised me a spanking at bedtime. The anticipation was a punishment in itself. Then she would show up, I would be told to get up, she would sit on the bed, pull down my pajamas, pull me across her lap and spank me while scolding me for my actions.

My parents like myself when it came to parenting always made their yes mean yes and their no mean no. So when either one of them said they were going to do something, or let you have something you could count on it happening. If they said no, then you knew that no was the only answer you were ever going to get so there was no sense in asking again. That was the best thing I ever did as a parent because my kids never asked for things when we went to the store, never threw temper tantrums in public, or in private either. They knew damn well I would just walk away and ignore them. My kids were perfect when they were out. I'm not bragging, they honestly were.

But on that note, when my mom said I was getting a spanking later I knew it would happen. They always did what they said they were going to do. That worked for us both as an advantage at time, and as a disadvantage at other times. LOL.

My mom only used her hand to spank me, never anything else. My father however used a wood paddle he had made when he was in junior high school on my older brothers. I can still hear the crack of that wood on their backsides. My parents never spanked us in front of others. It was always done behind closed doors. I am not sure if it was a respect thing or if it was because we did always get in on the bare bottom. Well I did anyway and I can only assume that my brothers did too from the sounds I was hearing from the closed bedroom door. I mean no...ummm I wasn't listening at the door or trying to catch a peek through the key hole. No, I would never even dream of doing anything like that, lol.

Mashie

Mashie: My father essentially left the running of the place and family to my mom, who had three children to take care about, plus cooking, plus cleaning etc. So she was kind of non-nonsense.

So I recall throwing a tantrum in a supermarket. She slapped me on the butt, which stopped me dead in my tracks, and told me she'd take care of that at home. And she did. Like your mom, no empty threats.