Spankings and Childhood

I had a fantasy about being smacked by the head mistress at my primary school. She was a stern woman that would stand no noncence. She was very different from my class teacher who I thought was absolutley fantastic and I put on a "pedastal" However, I often got a stiffy when she was close to me but unfortunately at that age I never fully understood why !!!

I was not spanked as a child but I witnessed a lot of spanking. Friend's home and private schools

I was spanked and paddled growing up. I was once spanked pants and underware down over dad's knee for playing with fire. I did not understand why dad was undoing my pants, but my butt soon found out. I now have age play fantasies I would like a partner to assist with

Growing up in small town US in the 60's paddling a guy was very common--even in high school it still happened mom paddled til 14+ and dad infrequently during high school yrs A couple times from coach in high school yrs--Always bare--as was true with my male classmates---It hurt but i do not remember it as abusive--We had great parents it was just the mores of the time

I was not spanked as a child, but have often wondered if there is a relationship between that and an interest in spanking as an adult. My belief is that it is both nature and nurture. There needs to be something "inside you" to begin with, but then there's often a trigger event in your life that sets it off.

I have never been spanked as a child, but my cousin was a lot by my uncle. At the time i felt frightened, but some years later i thought this arousing.

I myself was spanked as a child, but all the spankings I did things to deserve them one time when I was in the 5th grade I forged my Mothers signature on a slip that the teacher sent home with me about not doing my homework it didn't work and boy did I get a spanking never did it again though.

Was spanked as a kid, and always deserved them. Many times, I likely deserved a spanking, and didn't get it, I suppose. Have no regrets, as I just felt it was all part of growing up. Never was beaten, but they were by my mother, in private, with a strap, or a substantial switch, and bare butt. Just enough to be felt for a day or two, never broken skin, or anything like that. That is a part of my childhood, I didn't like at the time, but very thankful for today, as the purpose was for teaching, and lesson learning, along with "I won't do that, again". I suppose it has to do with my spanking fetish today. . .I don't fully understand, but just accept 😃 Mike.

I grew up in the 50's and 60's. My parents and my relatives were all spanko's. So needless to say I got more than my fair share of spankings. All were given on my on what they called, "My Naughty Bare Bottom or Hiney or Tushy" depending on who was doing the spanking.

There were a lot of spankings I deserved because I was quite a hand full as they put it. However there were times I got spanked because one of them wanted to spank me. Those spankings were hard enough to make my tush bright pink or a medium shade of red and brought tears to my eyes which gave them the satisfaction they were looking for. The spankings I deserved were hard and I learned from them and had me crying like a baby with my ass bright red. I was spanked until I left home for college butt when I came home for different breaks the spankings resumed.

I received enough stimulation it turned me into a switch, meaning I like to spank as well as be spanked.

Wow DST that is a long time to get spanked

I want nothing to do with any spankings. My father came home from WWII as a combat infantryman in the Pacific, with what we now know is P.T.S.D. He beat the hell out of me, bare butt until I urinated or vomited or choked. I was usually too ill to leave a bed for 3-4 days after one of his beatings.

Consequently, I learned to NEVER trust ANY male with any secrets; just females. I was close to my aunts, then my mother, but never again with my father.

Wow sorry to hear that Jimmy.

Jimmyt44: That's horrible! I'm very sorry for you.

That's horrible! , I'm very sorry you had to go through that Jimmy, no one should have to go through that. I can relate to some extand hispanic parents can be harsh with or without PTSD. I had my share of severe beating growing up as well.

Yes, I was spanked from time to time.

It was usually while fully clothed...as soon as I misbehaved. And when I giggled once, I got another twice as hard.

I remember the tingles...

I was a very inergetic kid and was always in trouble. Dad always cut off nice long tapered switches from our willow tree and left them with mom. If I did something wrong I was ushered into my bedroom, my pants lowered to my ankles, my panties pulled down to my knees, my hands held together over my head, and was switched on my bare bottom and did a dance and tried to move away but that didn't work. It always ended up with me crying and screaming loudly until she was done. I watched my little bro get his spankings sometimes. we were held by our hands until we danced around for a while with our little pe pe's bouncing up and down.

There is one particular episode from my life that firmly put spanking into my fetish zone. I was 13 and during the summer my parents sent me to the scout camp. This was a boy-girl scout camp set on the premises of a former sanatorium in a lovely recreational area on a river bank. There were two large separate "barracks", for boys and for girls. Kids were divided into several platoons each consisting of same age boys and girls. Each platoon had a "captain" commander. Usually these were students from teacher training colleges undergoing summer practice. Commander of our platoon was a girl called Zoe who turned 21 at that time. She was a very attractive girl with big boobs, heavy round buttocks and long shapely legs. The boys in our platoon all were in love with her and continuously talked about her and dreamed of a chance to see her naked. I too was stuck and secretly imagined how one day I would see her naked or even feel those awesome breasts. I was given a chance.

When I woke up one night to go pee I passed the room where Zoe lived. I saw a light coming from a door slightly ajar. I couldn't resist the temptation. With a heavy pounding heart, I peeked into the door crack. There, I saw Zoe. She was standing in front of a mirror dressed in very short night dress. She turned with her back to me and started to remove her dress! I was nearly frozen from excitement. There, before my teenager horny eyes, the most beautiful girl bared her big white bottom. My head was dizzy. I made an awkward step and hit a brush that someone put near the door. Bang! The sound seemed like a thunder in the middle of a calm night. I could't run. I knew that I was caught.

The door abruptly opened, and a strong Zoe's hand whisked me in in a second. There, I stood only in my loose underpants with a visible lump from erect penis in front of my platoon captain who put back on her night dress. She continued to clutch my hand and said: "I know that you peeped at me. Do not even try to lie! I will have to report this incident to the administration of the camp. And you know what would happen next?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, - she said, - the head of the camp would call your parents to demand that they take you back home before the term. I am sure they will give you a lesson or two about peeping."

I was on the brink of tears. Zoe then looked me over from head to toes. It seemed to me that her eyes stayed longer on the front of my underpants. Then she said: "Tell me the truth. Were you jerking off? If you tell me the truth I may change my mind. The truth! Now!" Her voice slightly raised to angry whisper.

"No, no, no. I wasn't jerking off. I only was going to the toilet. Saw the light and..." - I stammered energetically. "I do not believe you. Perhaps it's not the first time that you peep on me. You have to learn the lesson of discipline! Now, you choose - either I take right now to the head of the camp or I punish you myself." - said Zoe and took a seat on the large bed. I started to whine: "Don't take me to the head, please! Please. Will never do it again!" Zoe said: "So you choose my punishment, don't you?". I nodded my head in distress. "What are you going to do to me? - I asked.

Zoe stood up, went to the door and locked it. "I said I will give you a lesson you will remember. I will keep secret what you tried to do and you will not tell anyone what happened here. Understood?"

I nodded. She said: "You have to say loud and clear - I understand, Miss Zoe, that I should not tell anyone about what happened in this room. Repeat this. Three times!"

I did. Without further words, she sat again on the bed, yanked me close to her and ordered to lay on her lap. I noticed, when laid on her legs, that the hem of her dress hiked up almost to her waist and in a bright light of her table lamp I saw a triangle of curly hairs.

She started the execution. Her hand slapped me once, then twice. Then a few more times. Spanking wasn't hard. And with each blow I felt that my dick presses harder and harder against her thigh. I started to panic as I felt that my penis becomes hard. What if she feels that and punishes me even harder!

And, indeed, she felt it because Zoe lifted me up and looked at my groin. "So, you have some dirty thoughts, don't you! Now, pull down your underpants. My lesson will continue.

I couldn't say that I was completely pissed off by that order. Mixed feelings and some subconscious emotions were fighting inside me. It was an intriguing and at the same time very embarrassing proposition to stand fully naked in front of the object of my desire. "Hurry up, - said Zoe, - I have to go to sleep!"

I dropped down my underpants exposing my semi-erect boyhood and immediately putting my hands to cover it. "Hands up! - hissed Miss Zoe. I raised my hands feeling completely exposed. "Now, you lay down again on my lap and your spanking will continue. This will be more effective than through your underpants".

When I settled finally on her bare and smooth thighs I suddenly felt that she somehow managed to get my penis between them. Her cool and tender skin on inner parts of her legs gently pressed my pecker. Then I felt firm and slightly burning hand slaps landing on my buttocks. With each blow, her legs pressed harder my penis, which again started to grow into erection. She spanked and spanked, without force but strong enough to keep me squeezing me buttocks in anticipation. Her legs continued to press harder and harder my already fully erect penis. Then, suddenly, I started to feel a very strange wave of pleasure enwrapping me from my pelvic area. My pecker tightly squeezed by her thighs erupted with spasms, which seemed to last forever. Then, the spanking abruptly stopped. I laid there on her lap, afraid of what happened and her potential reaction.

"You can stand up now, - her voice was much softer now. - I hope you remember this lesson for long". Embarrassed and red cheeked, I silently nodded. "Give me your underpants". I reached down and handed it over. She wiped her legs, then took me gently by the tip of my penis and wiped it with underpants. "You can go now. Don't forget to pee otherwise you wet the bed. And remember - not a word of what happened here!"

So, I left Miss Zoe's room with my first orgasm achieved as a result of punishment and unforgettable tactile touches of the senior girl I was at that time in love with.

I remember my mom and dad using mesquite branches to spank my brothers but I believe that was a little extreme. Got spanked as well but not with branches most I got was belt or sandles and a wooden hairbrush. That last one hurt the most specially on a bare bum.

I WAS definitely subjected to spankings from as early as I can remember to as late as about age 13. They began as bare bottomed otk spankings but quickly progressed to bent over the bed SEVERE belt whippings that left my whole butt and upper thighs black and blue for over two weeks, routinely! My earliest memories concern both spankings AND diapers which would likely account for my fetishes (ABDL and spanking). I used to even SPANK MYSELF! From the age of about 8, I would punish myself when I was alone w/various implements like hairbrushes or those stir stick things for paint cans, etc. Also, I would try to get my male (and female) friends to spank me when we were playing role-play type games, like “batman and robin” or things like that. I would always be the sidekick and misbehave hoping my friend would spank me (they often did!).

Also, I would try to get my male (and female) friends to spank me when we were playing role-play type games, like “batman and robin” or things like that.

For comic aficionados: has Batman ever really spanked Robin in an official Batman comic? Not talking about parodies and rip-offs, but in the real DC comics? Or Superman ever spanked Supergirl for that matter? Would her Kryptonian super-butt even feel anything to begin with?

Maybe this is a discussion better left to Sheldon and the gang ... ha ha ha

For me I was only spanked by my Mother and she used her bare hand on my back side, and then only once did my Dad spank me but he used his belt. Believe me the belt hurt worse than the hand. 😃 😜

My mother spanked me as punishment and when I resisted submitting to enemas.

While spanking never caught on as enjoyment for me, I surely got spanked as a child. When I resisted an enema, the spanking that accompanied the process reinforced the idea that enemas were also punishment. I'm glad I got beyond that correlation and get great enjoyment from enemas, but not so much from spanking.

I most certainly did not enjoy any spanking my Dad gave me.. that said I had dreams going back to age 5 of men i was attracted to spanking me. In my dreams those spankings never usually hurt. When I was 12 a cousin and myself played some spanking games back and forth and I loved it... I did have a big crush on a very strict disciplinarian friend of my family who I was constantly reminded by he would whup me butt till it was raw, but He never did. Having heard him belt his daughters I likely escaped a seriously abusive situation, but sometimes I wish he had.

I was spanked from an early age and as I got older I really enjoyed being told I was going to be spanked. The worse part was waiting to be spanked like standing in the corner waiting for my mum or aunt to come up into my bedroom and undress me like a naughty little girl and then being laid across their lap and receiving a good bare bottom spanking

I was spanked and beaten as a child!!!! I think spankings can be done right its a good thing. I have a spanking fetish now and believe its a result from all the trauma I ensued growing up.

With that said, who wants to give me a spanking!!! Hehehe

When I was a child, I did not get spanked much but, I did get the belt sometimes. I never understood my dad when I did wrong. He would just spank me and walk away and my mom would nail him and ask him what I was doing wrong.

My dad had no experience being around a child with autism and that was me. I remember when I was 5, I used to take the belts, wooden spoons, and fly swatters and I would sling them behind my mom's dresser and they stayed hidden until the day my family and I moved.

I remember at the age of 8, I did something wrong and I was going to get 4 licks with the belt for whatever I did and she grabbed and drugged me by the arm and took me into the bedroom and when she saw that there was no belt nearby, she made me stand at the bed while my mom searches the entire bedrooms for a belt and did not find one at all.

She had an appointment so she did not take the time to find a belt but, she told me if she found a belt by the end of the day, she would give me those 4 licks but, I ended up off the hook because she had a busy day that day and never got me. Other than that; I was good.

Jimmyt44, I can relate. My dad also came home with PTSD (from vietnam). This resulted in an explosive temper that I never knew when it would go off. If he was irate he'd literally beat me from head to toe with is belt. I probably idealized the actual "formal" spankings because although they were very severe (bruises all over my buttocks and upper thighs, taking 2 weeks or more to disappear completely) they were a hell of a lot better than the times where he'd rage!

I'm pretty sure that all of my spankings from my parents, mostly from mom, contributed to whom I am today.

Although I played spankng/temperature games with Kevin, from across the street, there were others, as well. I think back to them, even though I am still into spanking, as an adult!

I've posted on this a couple times. Spanking was something routine in our family as kids. Without a doubt I got the worst being a boy in a family of girls. Girls were subject to reduced punishment due to their "frail" constitution. ...lol.... those were the days.

Anyways, spanking now is a topic that brings mixed feelings. Sometimes it sounds really kinky and fun and other times it seems to just bring out some bad memories. When I get spanked now, it HURTS! that's not really fun for me. But the head space it puts me in is really strange. For me it's this confused, humiliated, sexy mix of childhood memories and adulthood. Sort of a wacked out druglike experience that I can't quite get a handle on.

The other option would be a "fun spanking". If I controlled how I got spanked, it wouldn't be a punishment. I'd probably just end up laughing and blowing the whole idea of getting spanked. I have to say though, my partner has NO problem administering a searing spanking. She seems to have a vein in here that really turns her on when she administers a painful sentencing.

I've read of people that go to the extreme in spanking to the point of causing bleeding and extensive bruising. And then there's the stories that the author s seem to believe that it would be arousing to be given 50 hard blows. I hope that is only fantasy as I would be passed out after about 5 good hits. I know that from when dad used his belt on my backside. Two blows was beyond what I could tolerate. All maturity and poise went out the window in about 30 seconds. Bare assed and jumping around in burning pain totally ignorant of the humiliating display I was putting on for my sisters. I'm still trying to wrap my head around spankings. ....lol...