Spankings and Childhood

My sister and i were both spanked frequently growing up. Mom was the disciplinarian and made sure our bottom were beet red and sore when either of us misbehaved. Dad, on the other hand, never spanked sis or me, but neither did he ever interfere when sis or I had to fetch the paddle and bend over mom's lap.

My past definitely defined my spanking fetish into my adult years.

I use to be spanked as a child, teen. And once a an adult by m'y mom And now its a real fantasy

I was whipped with belt as a child, there were regular paddlings at my school (but I never got one). I remember playing "doctor" with my cousin at a very young age. Now I am a huge spanko and medical fetishist. Go figure...

As the oldest of five, I grew up in a loving but old fashioned Southern family. Plenty of spankings to go around. For some reason, I had always enjoyed getting spanked, but I really wanted more. Luckily, my younger sister, my mom's sister's daughter (first cousin), and a few friends obliged me. if i could not find someone to spank me, I would go to our basement rec room, put a cushion over an old hassock and smack my bare butt with a ping pong paddle.

Occasionally when I had accidents I was given a spanking. It sometimes happened after right before bedtime so that it bothered me during the night.

I never got spanked, but somehow I just enjoyed the thought of being spanked.

But now when I actually think about it, I just love the thought and would not want my exhusband to spank me. That's not how it works for me.

It's quite interesting where on earth this all comes from. ?

I didn't get it very often as I was a pretty good kid, but as I have said before I had/have a mouth on me, so my dad took his belt to me a few times, though it stopped before adolescence. Except for one time, when I called my mom who is an absolute saint, a cunt when I was 13 or 14. My mom went silent and I knew I was in for it but had no idea what "it" was. My dad got home from work later that night and absolutely wore me out with his belt. His spankings never had left marks before that but that time I think he went a bit overboard as I had a lot of bruises and welts... though at this point in my life, while I don't believe in corporal punishment of children, 13 year old me deserved each and every one of those belt lashes- I was downright nasty to my mom.

I was spanked a several times as a kid through age 13/14, some for behavior and some for resisting enemas/medication etc. As an adult, I have a very strong attachment to spanking always as the spanker. As time goes on though, I am beginning to crave the idea of being spanked again. Its been so long since I have been in that the position, with all the vulnerability that goes with it, its time to have it again I think.

Absolutely got spanked growing up and have no doubt it affected my interests today.

I was spanked whilst growing up and witnessed and heard spankings. I see someone who spanks me now. My childhood spankings definitely influenced what I like now, same with medicals.

I was often spanked growing up, usually by my Dad using a hard slipper that he would whip off and use on my butt. There was no ritual, just my Dad getting angry over something, and suddenly grabbing me and applying the slipper to my ass, sometimes pulling down my pants, but often just right over whatever I had on. I hated and feared the spankings growing up, and they seemed to happen with greater frequency than most of my friends (some of whom were not spanked at all). I developed a fascination (a fetish really) for spanking, but not when it happened to me. It was during my very last spanking at age 13 that I came to appreciate how erotic and arousing it was to be on the receiving end (not while it was happening, but just after it, when I realized what just happened).

I like to be spanked and I was spanked as a child. My mom spanked me and occasionally she used a wooden spoon. I’m not sure what age she spanked me until, but I remember the last time she spanked me. I just kept laughing as she was doing it, I think she thought that wasn’t going to work on me anymore. But I’m not sure that spanking ever did anything to fix my bad behavior.

I don’t know why but I love the feeling of getting spanked and how it excites me.

My Dad always gave me a good hiding with my pants and underwear down and the punishment was dished out immediately. There was no going off to a bedroom or somewhere quiet and private to be dealt with. If I acted up and he was around, there was no second warning, in fact no first warning. He'd take hold of me, lean me into his side and pull whatever I was wearing down and plant 4 or 5 hard smacks on my bottom or the backs of my legs (more painful I think than on my bottom and far more visible and embarrassing especially if wearing shorts!). Everyone would see. He would then often bend down to my height, turn me towards him and look me in the eye and quietly ask me if I wanted another one and if not to behave myself! I remember those spankings well! When I was 5 or 6 I went through a stage of biting people if they upset me (got expelled from Cubs for doing so lol) and I made the huge mistake of biting him in a supermarket one Saturday morning. I had never seen him so angry, he immediately bit me back (which hurt) and then proceeded to upend me in front of the shop full of people. He yanked my shorts down and tanned my hide so hard I don't think I sat down for a week. I remember an old man congratulating my father for 'dealing' with me in such a way. Today he would probably have been arrested and I'd have been taken into care. It didn't do me any harm though and it was justly deserved. I never bit anyone again, lol.

Yes, I was spanked growing up, things were different back then, it was a common practice. For me it was an emotional thing as much as a physical, they were almost a formal ritual. I would be told i was going to get it, then sent to my room for 15-60 minutes to think about it. When i was called downstairs mother would be in the living room waiting for me, the first thing she would do was send me to the kitchen to get a wooden spoon. She would be sitting in a straight back chair, i would have to undress and then stand in front of her while she scolded me. Then over her knee, she would first spank me with her hand, and then go to the wooden spoon "to put a little color in that bottom" I can remember crying and begging for her to stop and then being told to go stand in the corner. Sometimes it hurt to sit for a few days

Was spanked many times if I misbehaved as a young lad,as were my brothers. It always pants down,over knee,and hand on bare bottom.

Interesting question. I don’t necessarily enjoy spankings physically as adult but it does give me a good mental mind f-ck and I get super horny after it is over. The verbal humiliation and spanking bring back to childhood but even as adult, I do childish things do deserve a good bottom blistering just a child for disobedience, attitude, procrastination, etc. Have to sit for a few days with sore bottom even as an adult is good for reminder that I still a boy at heart and do childish things.

Yes, I was spanked as a child. Last spanking was at 17 and it was a good blistering with the belt, bare bottom for a number of indiscretions my dad had let me slide on. My bottom was ablaze, and he did a good job on the sweet spot and upper thighs. I was so glad this happened in July rather than September because then ever guy on the football team would have know that this senior got his bottom spanked. Which was common when I was growing up even in high school.

Growing up from an early the spankings were always bare bottom up to 11 always over the knee with the hairbrush or small paddle by either mom or dad. Then spankings were given bent over a chair or bend bare bottom of course, paddle or belt mostly. They were given when needed in my parents mind. Direct disobedience would definitely guarantee you a good spanking. But attitude, mouthiness, cussing, lying, being a brat, etc would get you spanking, as well. Sometimes there were warnings though, like “watch that attitude or mouth”, but only one. The good thing about the spankings wass that most were private, taken to another room, a public bathroom, etc at time you crossed a line and only occasionally I had to wait until I got home. I don’t think the spankings were excessive, it just happened when my parents deemed appropriate. Often when I was doing something wrong, I knew I was running the risk of getting a bottom tanning but as kid even a teenager I guess I did not have sense to worry about the consequence of my actions.

From an enjoyment perspective, I do enjoy spanking men and women and punishing them. I do this more often than receive. There is old cliche, “it is better to give than receive”.

I like to be spanked nowadays. I was smacked occasionally as a boy at home and school, just once on the bare bottom, when I was 8. I was also caned at school.

Spanking from my mom definitely contributed to how i feel now.

I was spanked fairly often as I would a very active youngster never doing anything really bad but bad enough that my mother did not hesitate to take me over her knee for a sound spanking almost always on my bare bottom. Same thing for my older sister who was delighted to see me getting spanked and not her. A few times she found it too entertaining as Mom turned to her and said it was her turn over her knee and proceeded to spank her bottom a bright red. I too enjoyed watching my sister get spanked but tried to hide my enjoyment while witnessing her getting spanked. Spankings were always done in a loving manner, never in anger, and always hugged and comforted afterwards. I am sure my spanking fetish as an adult started as a result of being spanked as a kid. I find them to be very erotic. My father never spanked either one of us but I am almost certain that my mom got a fair number of spankings from him!!! They are a very close and loving couple. My husband and I enjoy spanking sessions with one another but we have never ever spanked out four girls. Taking away their cell phones is much more effective in correcting behavior than a spanking!!! Denise

I have posted before I believe that I was regularly corrected, yet it was not punishment per se. It was a method of guiding me, via discussions weekly about areas that I excelled in and other areas that I fell short in. After these discussions I was given a "correction" which was in the form of a spanking. There were given with patience and care, and never accompanied with scolding or anger. I was given adequate time to undress and lay on my mom's bed, then she hand-spanked me until she felt the point was taken no resentment, and usually was finished with several swats of the strap. Afterwards I was hugged and comforted as I was led to the wall to regain my composure.

I often fantasize remembering spanking from my childhood. My mother usually punished me with corporal punishment (only once did the teacher punish me and once my aunt). In my childhood I was afraid of spanking, but at the same time I was excited waiting for it.

I was spanked as a child. Sometimes it was a few swats on my behind with clothes on and standing with my mother holding my hand so I couldn't run away. Other times I would be taken OTK with my pants and underwear or diaper pulled down. I didn't really like spankings then and I sort of don't like them now either. However, I know I am deserving of a spanking if I have done something naughty.

Ok I feel a bit embarrassed to admit it but the concept of spanking is a sexual turn on to me. Both ways. Giving and receiving. I spanked a gf several times and she would get creamy wet which of course was very erotic. But I also find the idea of being spanked erotic. I probably wouldn't like the pain but I think I'd love the submission of it.

It always seemed sexual to me even when I was little. I used to wonder what happened to the boys and girls that went to the principals office and came back sobbing. Did they have to pull down their pants lift their skirts? Was it bare bottom? Were they crying because it hurt or they were embarrassed and humiliated? I'd imagine it and be terrified and aroused even at a young age.

I'm hetero but I once had a man want to spank me and I almost went through with it. I think the reason I did not is I was afraid he meant to really spank hard and hurt me. I would not want it extreme. Also wasn't too excited about the "gay" aspect of it though perhaps in a way that would add to it.

Just thought I'd share why I stopped in.

Kevin

To everyone who was abused: I am so very sorry that you have had this happen to you.

As for me: I was spanked as a child but as I remember, only rarely.

Lying awake at night, trying to go asleep, I used to think up machines that would spank me.

In today's world, I would rather have my Daddy or Dom spanking me. With not even that, I would take a spanking from a machine.

I remember growing up we went on a feild trip for an old time unit we did in school (it was like little house on the prairie) but anyways they said back in those days they whipped kids for being bad on the wrists I liked it so much I got into trouble alot that day

I remember growing up we went on a feild trip for an old time unit we did in school (it was like little house on the prairie) but anyways they said back in those days they whipped kids for being bad on the wrists I liked it so much I got into trouble alot that day

I had a similar experience. In the 5th grade, one of our field trips was to an historic New Mexican ranch town with a "little red school house". We learned about growing up and attending school in the southwestern U.S. in the mid-1800's.

When we were at the schoolhouse, we had to sit at school desks and do traditional 1800's math lessons. At one point, the schoolhouse "teacher" asked our real teacher to identify the student who had been her biggest troublemaker so far that day. I had been a bad boy on the field trip school bus ride, so my teacher threw me under the bus! Lol.

The fake teacher had me come to the front of the class, where she administered a fake thrashing with a hickory switch. She actually flicked the switch with some zip (six stripes)... but, because my blue jeans and boxers were up, it was pretty much fake discipline.

But, my mom found out (from another mom who had been a chaperone on that field trip) that I had misbehaved on the school bus. So, I had an appointment with my dad, in his workshop, that evening! He gave me the "hickory" switch thrashing that he said I should have received at "school" (actually, 6 stripes with a switch that I had to cut from an apple tree), and then a whipping (another 6 licks) with his razor strop (because receiving punishment at school always meant a trip over mom's lap for a paddling with her hairbush, or straddling dad's sawhorse for "correction" with his strop)... and I wasn't wearing trousers nor boxers! Ouchie!

I always had to be stripped to my boxers by the time my dad arrived in his workshop. I received my lecture wearing only my boxers, and then had to remove them before straddling the sawhorse. That double dose of the apple switch and the razor strop across my bare bottom (and a school paddling in the principal's office the following morning), corrected my rebellious 5th grade behavior for several months!

The fake teacher had me come to the front of the class, where she administered a fake thrashing with a hickory switch. ... it was pretty much fake discipline.

But, my mom found out (from another mom who had been a chaperone on that field trip) that I had been singled out for naughty behavior on the school bus. So, I had an appointment with my dad, in his workshop, that evening! He gave me the "hickory" switch thrashing !

I suppose your parents didn't understand the concept of a historical re-enactment? You know 'fake teacher'/ 'fake thrashing' / 'fake discipline'. That was really mean of them ...

I suppose your parents didn't understand the concept of a historical re-enactment? That was really mean of them ...

😁 😁 😁 good point - thanks for making laugh...

I was spanked as a child I wouldn’t say on a reg basis but the ones I did recieve I certainly deserved.I don’t believe I was abused but I was punished with spankings and corner time ,spanked over pants with a ew quick swats other times my bottom was bare and sadly spanked.

I suppose your parents didn't understand the concept of a historical re-enactment? You know 'fake teacher'/ 'fake thrashing' / 'fake discipline'. That was really mean of them ...

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Um... I think they understood the context of the fake schoolhouse corporal discipline.

I think the thing that earned me a trip to dad's workshop was that a chaperone mom tattled on me... she told my mom how I had, in fact, gotten into trouble on the school bus trip to this functioning 1800's-era historical/educational southwestern ranch town.

I was punished for my original misbehavior on the school bus, not for having been selected for the reenactment of 1800's-era schoolhouse discipline!

The reason that my dad first had me fetch an apple switch was precisely because the "discipline" that I had received from the "fake" teacher, at the little red schoolhouse, was just a reenactment, so he felt that I had been let off the hook at school.

Unfortunately for me and a few other naughty boys and girls, our teacher sent us to the principal's office the next day... to be disciplined for our misbehavior on the field trip the day before. When I dropped my trousers/boxers and laid myself across his desk, the principal saw that my dad had already "done a good job" of "teaching me a lesson", so he had mercy and only administered 3 swats with the elementary grade school paddle (the paddle used on the bare bottoms of naughty 4th, 5th, & 6th graders).