Were you spanked as child by a spanking fetishist?

Nope! nothing special--One plain old skinny piece of wood that served as a paddle for all the boys---little ritual --Mom paddled us til 14+ which sounds weird now but in my era--it was just unquestioned that mom need to paddle us---It wax always on the bare butt as was true with most guys I knew---dad still paddled thru high school for something really serious---the only sameness was it happened in the boys bedroom---but was just as soon as we need cit -it happened--never any waiting--not even much scolding or verbal stuff---just go to room bare your butt and get it pronto no punishment after---or no lingering anger--life pretty much just went on normally --though one of us had a sore butt for a while

When I was nine my mom married my step dad and agreed to let him punish my brother and sisters and I if we broke one of his many rules he gave us just before getting married to mom. He said there would be no warnings since we knew the rules of his home.

she made us disrobe completely and do would not let us dress until the next day. . This went on until the summed after I graduated.

Step-fathers and teenage step-daughters and ritualized and prolonged nudity with physical punishment sessions should raise more red flags than during a May Day Parade in Red Square ...

My mom wasn't a spanking fetishist, considering the few times she actually spanked me in my life, and never more than two or three swats over clothes. My kindergarten teacher on the other hand I have to wonder about. She was an older woman who seemed to love to paddle us kids. I got probably more spankings from her in that school year than I did from my mom in my entire childhood!

I think I was. I was spanked most by my mom and aunt, but those were just spankings. However from age about 7 to 9 I had a sitter who watched us often in the summer. She was 14, I think when started sitting. It seemed like almost every evening she sat she'd find some excuse to spank me shortly after my younger sister went to bed. These spankings were not hard, but they were long and I spent quite some time bare bottom in Gina's lap or standing in front of her getting scolded. I never said anything to Mom because I knew sitters did have permission to spank me, and on some occasions if a sitter did, Mom gave me a reminder. I think Gina knew that if she didn't spank too hard, I'd probably not complain.

From the time I was very young, maybe 7-years-old, up until the time I was maybe 11 or 12, I was subjected to ritualized bare bottom switching at the hands of my aunt. I was born in 1950 and at that point in time, corporal punishment was very common, and even the baring of one's bottom to receive corporal punishment was not viewed as child abuse in the least. As a matter of fact, many felt that was the way corporal punishment should be administered and viewed humiliation as an equally as important part of the punishment as the actual spanking. This most certainly seemed to be the case with my aunt, who used to punish me at the slightest pretext.

My aunt was often left in charge of me while my mother was away, and she would punish me for the most minor infraction of her rules, and every time the punishment was the same.

Whenever she decided that I needed to be punished I was required to go into my bedroom and remove all my clothes, including my underwear, and put on only my robe and slippers. I was then required to go out into the yard and pick a switch for her to use on me and bring it back into the house to her. I always found this trip out into the yard, dressed only in my robe and slippers, very embarrassing. It seemed to me that invariably the elderly neighbor lady would be working in her yard and witness me traipsing into the yard, head held down, and watch me pick my switch and trudge back into the house. And even though I tried to avoid direct eye contact with her, I would always steal a sideways glance at her and make eye contact long enough to see a sort of knowing victory smile on her face, which would add to my embarrassment.

Once I was back in the house, my aunt would take the switch from me and swish it through the air a few times to make sure it was supple enough for its purpose. At this point, and after seeing her swish the switch through the air, I would be in tears and hysterically begging her not to give me a switching, but she was undeterred and would simply look down at me with pursed lips and then say, “Lets go into the bathroom and get this over with.” We would then proceed into the bathroom where I was required to remove my robe and slippers and bend, totally naked, over the edge of the bathtub with my elbows resting on the inside of the tub. Once I had assumed this position she would give me a cursory lecture on my misdeeds and then start in on me with her switch. Even though I would already be sobbing, I would start to howl almost immediately as she began to work on my bottom with her switch. And if the elder lady that lived next door had any doubts about why I was picking the switch, I am sure her questions were quickly answered because I am sure I was vocal enough that I was easily heard, even outside the house. However, my aunt was undeterred by my protests and methodically worked her way up and down my bottom with her switch. She never struck me on my thighs or back, but she sure worked on my bottom, making several trips up and down my bottom until it was a mass of red welts. By the time she was finished I would be a blubbering mess and be promising the world if she would just stop. After she had decided the job was done she would stand me up and lecture me again and give me a hug and tell me how much she loved me, and how I needed to learn to be good. I was then allowed to go to my room where I would dive into my bed and cry myself to sleep.

At the time this started to happen I felt only pain and embarrassment but as I grew older I began to sexualize the experience. I think I grew up in a very strange family environment dominated by women that paid entirely too much attention to my bottom. I also received frequent enemas as well as spankings and the imprint of these treatments is that I sexualized both.

My uncle with whom I grew up definitely had a spanking fetish, I do remember erections on both sides, me in the nude, him in boxers, spying sometimes on him masturbating afterwards

I have thought about this a lot. I was bought up at a time when spanking was common and so I sometimes think it was just how some parents were back then. But on other occasions I think about the ritual of my father taking my short/trousers and pants down so I was bare (I was never allowed to do it myself), the fact there were often two witnesses (his best friends) and that he continued into my teens. He had a constant stream of 'lady friends' but I was never spanked in front of them but I was spanked in front of our older female next door neighbour and very occasionally her sister and I got a strong sense they enjoyed watching and my father knew they enjoyed it. Another pointer was that my father enjoyed talking about his childhood spankings and mentioning mine to others which I found very difficult. He would also make a big thing of giving permission to those who looked after me (a near neighbour for example) permission to spank me and would stress it had to be on my bare bottom and 'not to spare my blushes'. He was never abusive, excessive and the world has changed.

I used to visit the daughter of a friend of the family until it was discovered that the mother was spanking me. It didn't seem to make a difference, as I grew up in somewhat strict environments, but I did manage to get spanked every time I went there and didn't always know why. She did have a particular ritual, not elaborate, but it was always the same and always with a wooden spoon. Maybe she didn't like me?

Fascinating replies. If you have read my various posts in other threads, uou will know that I grew up in a tough coal mining community (UK) during the 1950s / 1960s. Punishing children with CP etc was common in both ho a longme and school. My father was a long distance lorry driver so he was not around much to discipline me. Not that I was particularly bad...but I did get into the usual boyish scrapes. My mother was quite feisty and she would spank me from time to time....but it was more spontaneous than ritualised and definitely not sexual in any way. I do recall a couple of times she beat me with a bathbrush...on a bath night..my nudity then was purely coincidental. Sadly she became seriously ill and died when I was 8..I was never spanked at home after that.

I did once ( and only once ) witness my best friend being beaten with a belt by his father. To be honest, we had both been messing around (play fighting I think) snd accidentally smashed a household ornament that his mother really liked. We were genuinely contrite, but she was very angry. My friend's father was a tough, no nonsense coal miner (so, also very strong). He took us into my friend's bedroom and made him take off his trousers, pants and socks / shoes. He was instructed to lie across his bed. He was then beaten with a belt until he cried. I did not enjoy watching my best friend's distress and humiliation. In fact, I was nearly crying as well...as I was certain that I would suffer the same fate. Instead, he just glowered at me ( my friend still quietly sobbing) as he said , loudly and gruffly, "Let that be a lesson and a warning....to both of you." I tnink that I only escaped because this was just a couple of weeks after my mother's funeral.

At school ( state Junior school), teachers were not allowed to make boys take down their trousers (let alone underwear). But all spankings / slipperings /strappings took place in front of the whole class. Boys all wore short trousers then. Female teachers especially would yank up the waistband so hard that the fabric really did cut into your groin and balls. Furthermore it exposed to the top of your thighs, bottom of your buttocks to everyone. They would then slap / spank / slipper / strap these bare / exposed areas....,which was both horrible, painful and extremely humiliating.

Interesting discussion and one of which I could write a lot about, so if I get time, I will try and post more than once.

I lived in an age in which getting a soundly smacked bottom was an accepted means of punishment for even the smallest of misdemeanours. I suppose a classroom could have been a haven for the spanking fetishist male or female. Obviously it was not something you thought about or even knew about then but looking back now I am sure some teachers I can think of fell into that category.

There was on teacher who had a wry smile on her face when she would call me to the front of the class for a spanking and then lecture me whilst holding me across her knee. With my shorts trousers around my knees and my bottom poked up and poised to be spanked I was hardly taking in what she was saying. I guess it was aimed at humiliating me and it certainly did. To make it worse she would often ask one of the girls in the class how many more smacks she should give my bottom and then get her to count them out.

The spankings were never really hard but they would go on much longer than other teachers. She would threaten to smack my bare bottom next time but she never did.

I entered nursing school at age 15. I moved in with my aunt because my parents lived far from the training hospital. I had come home late on several occasions and my aunt decided I needed a spanking. I was told to remove all my clothing and stand in the corner before she punished me. As I stood in the corner I heard my aunt criticizing the way I had folded my clothes. Her voice sounded harsher and harsher as she itemized my errors.

A few minutes later I felt my aunt's breath on my neck. She had crept quietly behind me and a cold chill passed through my body as she ordered me to turn and face her. I did so and saw that my aunt was dressed all in black. She pointed to a stool and told me to kneel and position my bottom over it.

My aunt issued a torrent of instructions in a stern voice. I was to relax. I was to breath slowly and evenly. I was to remain silent. I was to position my arms so. I was to straighten my back. I was to keep perfectly still... I forced myself to relax and began breathing as instructed.

I waited. My first ever spanking began! I don't know what she was hitting me with but it stung and seemed to go on forever.

I lay naked on my bed after my spanking. My aunt entered my room and began to stroke my bottom. My aunt spoke softly to me and told me that I had been forgiven. Suddenly I felt at peace.

That was not the only spanking I received from her up to the time I graduated and moved into nursing accommodation. Each time it followed a similar pattern as she put me though her ritual of preparation and punishment

There were certain rituals connected to my spankings when growing up! Though they were fairly common and not unusual at least not by the standards of the time! Corner time often accompanied by a post-spanking scolding! The intention being, or so my parents thought, was that the words and points they were making would sink in all the more with a burning backside to focus on! I must say their intentions were certainly born out in practice! Also another common practice, again very common for the times, was the washing out of mouths with soap and water for swearing, lying and rudeness! Again there was nothing unusual about this when I was growing up!

Another sort of ritual we experienced is that we were often spanked at bedtime so that we had a lengthy period of time to contemplate our coming fate! Although not universally adhered to my parents often employed this practice! I suppose in that sense my parents were psychologists; maybe not in the 'progressive' Dr Spock type way; but of a more old fashioned reactionary mindset! LOL

I lived in a children’s home from 10 to 14 years. There was no abuse, it was a happy place but it was over 50 years ago and at that time spanking was the main form of punishment everywhere. I do believe that Aunt Gertie who was one of the housemothers was a spanko. Just before I arrived it had been house groups by age but now it was like a family with all ages – 6 (I don’t really recall) to 15.

She seemed to have a ritual. If any boy had been naughty during the day she would put her chair in the middle of the room after tea and ask the boy come over to her. Everyone, boys and girls, would stand around like a show was about to begin. She would pull down both the boys’ shorts and pants and tell him off and then put him over her knee for a sound spanking with her hand on his bare bottom. Afterwards he would stand up and say sorry to Aunt Gertie and everyone and then have his underpants and shorts pulled up. I worked out early on that it was not to do with age but physical size! If you were 10 but she thought you were too tall or fat to go over her knee then you didn’t get a spanking! I was small even in my middle teens and so I had to suffer the humiliation of having my pants pulled down and girls (and boys) seeing me bare below the waist and getting my bottom very well reddened with her hand. No question I deserved it though.

She was always threatening to spank - saying about the number of slaps she would give or that she would pull your pants down in a public place and spank your bottom, (I never saw her do this but it wasn't uncommon in the 1960's).

The oldest boy in our house was called Kevin; he was the naughtiest, spanked the most and definitely deserved his punishments. He was 15 but he was a late developer he only had a little cock and his balls had not dropped. She used an old leather slipper on him as he was the oldest and afterwards she would make him stand with his pants down till he stopped crying. By that time some boys and girls had asked if they could go away and play as they knew he would be standing in front of Aunt Gertie for some time. Others of us would stay and watch just to see if Aunt Gertie would spank his bottom again!

She spanked girls too but mostly in the dormitory, like all boys I would sneak a look if I could and hope I would see a girl bare over Aunt Gerties knee. It happened from time to time particularly when we were on holiday and boys and girls were mixed up. I think she definitely preferred spanking boys. I always liked to see any spanking but didn’t like it at all when people saw me! The rest of the time Aunt Gertie was strict but always kind and tried to do her best for us but she did believe a spanking was the way to punish naughty boys and girls. It was all a very long time ago.

This is a tough one, as my procedure growing up for being disciplined was very much a structured one, but it is difficult to think of my mother as a fetishist. I was reviewed weekly, in so much as my week's successes were acknowledged and my shortcomings were discussed as well. After the discussion was completed, I was expected to undress to be given a "correction." I was not made to gather any implements, nor was I beaten in any way, but I was spanked both by hand and a few strokes of a strap at the end. After this, I was hugged and then I was positioned with my nose and toes to the wall and allowed to regain my composure. So, yes, this was a regular occurrence, but I cannot see her as a fetishist.

I think it likely that my parents enjoyed the power of hurting me. Actually I don't want to think of it as that, but the balance of evidence makes it very likely.

I am not sure if it was just spanking, I think with them it was more about hurting me in any way. Unlike school where a female member of staff was long suspected to be enjoying hitting our bottoms far too much. I was almost hit by her, but I recognised my parents "attitude" towards me in her, so I walked out.

This is a tough one, as my procedure growing up for being disciplined was very much a structured one, but it is difficult to think of my mother as a fetishist. I was reviewed weekly, in so much as my week's successes were acknowledged and my shortcomings were discussed as well. After the discussion was completed, I was expected to undress to be given a "correction." I was not made to gather any implements, nor was I beaten in any way, but I was spanked both by hand and a few strokes of a strap at the end. After this, I was hugged and then I was positioned with my nose and toes to the wall and allowed to regain my composure. So, yes, this was a regular occurrence, but I cannot see her as a fetishist.

I think you are describing a fetishist to a 'T'. Maybe perhaps not strictly speaking a sexual fetishist, but a fetishist nonetheless.

Because seriously: a weekly review, discussion of your shortcomings, expected to undress and then spanked and afterwards hugged? Seems very ritualized to me, a fixed pattern repeated, expectation of undressing ...

Yes and unfortunately I realized it by the time I was in my early teens but that didn't change anything. Every couple of months (sometimes I'd go 5 or 6 months if they were finding other ways to get their rocks off) both of my parents would come to me with ways that "I've disappointed them" and I'd be told that I needed a punishment to make sure I remained disciplined. Punishments were almost always pants down, sometimes panties stayed up if I was lucky, and lasted until I was bawling my eyes out. I tried so hard not to cry especially as I got older but apparently that was part of it for them so it didn't stop until I was sobbing. Of course both had to be in my room to "present a united front." It was humiliating and even worse that I knew exactly what was happening to me. Obviously I no longer speak to them but unfortunately the damage was done and now I have a huge spanking fetish.

When I was about 8 or 9,i went to live with my Aunt and Uncle,due to problems at home.From Day one,i was informed that failure to comply with house rules would result in punishment.The first week I was informed that failure to keep my room up to standard and carry out certain chores, would mean a visit to what they called the punishment room

It seems I forgot to give the rabbit water ,and I was to pay for my mistake

Sunday afternoon I was told to wait five minutes then go upstairs to the spare room.

I arrived at the room and noticed that the light was on through the door despite it being afternoon,as I went in I noticed my Aunt was sat in a chair by the bed and my uncle was standing up ,in his hand was a leather strap.The curtains in the room were drawn and a table lamp was on .

I was ordered to take off my clothes and put them on a chair,after which I was pushed over my Aunts knee so that my head was near the floor ,she held the back of my neck,and put her legs over the back of mine so I couldn't move.I waited for a few minutes and nothing seemed to happen .

The first crack of the belt on my bare bottom was like an electric shock,i tried to struggle but was held down tightly by Aunty.

I received about six lashes of the belt from my Uncle by which time I was in tears.This happened on a few occasions ,even though I really tried to follow all their rules.I was glad when I was allowed to return home .

Jess, it seems that you were experiencing Corrections at the hands of your parents.

Now that you are a semi-fetishist, why don't you let the Ps recede to the back of your mind, and find the pleasure in the spanking experience?

Dr Marcus Welby

The ritual for my parents was - first me waiting in my room. Then when mother came there, we talked what I had done and next the punishment strted.

After she took off my clothes and she spanked me. I believe that my fetish began when my sister was looking me at the cornertime.

Especially during the teen years, mom had me wait in underwear in the living room until she war ready to spank. She then pulled my underwear down. I had to bend over and spread my legs. Then the spanking was administered.

So Yes she was a spanking fetishist.

No, but I was a spanking fetishist without knowing what exactly that was. I knew from a young age I was way too interested in spankings, and tried to hide it from everyone by saying spankings were stupid, gross, etc.

And I didn’t get spanked all that much and certainly not with all the ritual others describe. I never really believed people actually made their kids strip totally naked to be spanked until seeing and hearing all the stories from people as an adult. I did get pants and undies pulled down, but it was not a big production. I absolutely hated being spanked, and never got excited or aroused about ME getting a spanking; but I did relish hearing about or seeing others getting spanked, or spanking my cousins playfully, or playing house and being the dad.

Interesting discussions that I will have to reflect on before I contribute which I will do in the near future. Denise

As a teenager I was regularly spanked by my stepdad and sometimes my grandpa and they both made me undress completely and my stepdad made me get on all fours and my grandpa took me to his basement and made me lay on a bed that he had in a spare bedroom he turned into a punishment room and they both used a heavy leather belt on me and it seemed to me that especially my grandpa would find a reason to spank me. Now as a 54 year old I still get aroused when I myself have to administer a belt spanking but unlike grandpa I only spank fora good reason.

I most definitely was. My Dad was no nonsense and quick tempered and his spankings were just instruments to make me behave myself, the same was true of my mum but my older cousin on the other hand, well he was a different kettle of fish. I think it is fair to say he was a little boy fetishist full stop, certainly where I was concerned. He would use any excuse to have me across his lap to be given a hard and I really do mean hard good hiding on my bottom. I was often aware of the firm bulge poking through his trousers and rubbing against my tummy or back even before I knew what was causing it. He didn't often remove my trousers or pants (not for spanking anyway) but he would slip his hand up the leg cuff of any shorts I might be wearing to push it back and plant his firm hand prints on the back of my thighs or he would sometimes lay me on my back across his knees and raise my legs into the nappy changing position so that he could look into my red and embarrassed face and taunt me while he smacked my bottom holding me tightly so that I couldn't wriggle around too much. To control me further and hold me still he would sometimes hold onto my little boy package through my shorts or trousers and squeeze me gently telling me that if I played him up he'd pop my little nuts out of their sac or snap my twig off completely. The strange thing is that even after the spankings and forced suppositories and evacuations at his hands I still worshipped him and would do anything to be his 'good boy'.

I don’t consider that either of my parents had a spanking fetish. I believe it was they were raised with discipline in their own childhood and part of the times. I graduated high school in 1974 and I can tell you that most of the kids in our neighborhood were all spanked. We did hear about it, sometimes talked about it and even in high school, you’d sometimes see a guy had in gym showers who had been spanked the day before. My parents did have some ritual. They had two paddles, a hairbrush and my did used his belt on me a few times as teenager. Childish things got you a spanking. I definitely got more spankings pre-teen than as a teenager. Some I got without warning when I crossed the line and others there was a warning.

In terms of ritual. There was usually lecture, pant and shorts to the ankles, some taken down (when I was younger) and told to strip waist down. Sometimes cornertime followed. When I got older, it was “wait until you father gets home”. All these things I considered I consider this was just the way it was done, not a fetish.

My mother used the cane for punishing me until I was 18. It was a very flexible Rattan cane which told me regularly to change my behavior. Caning began about 10 years, how many strokes depended on my "crime". Usually from 10 to 25. The strokes weren´t given brutally, but effective. So I never had cane marks over more than two days. The punishment was always given by mother, began with an examination. Then she told me the judgement, sent me for the cane. In the meanwhile she placed achair in the middle of the living room. I came back, gave her the cane. Then came the command "trousers down! Bend over the chair". I had to count the strokes. After then, I had to beg for forgiveness and apologize.

I consider he was spanking fetichist. His method how be completely nude are not normal for disciplinary correction

Yes, I was spanked a lot for almost any infraction by my aunt. I was not also not alone. She also spanked her daughter, my cousin. Sometimes we were spanked in front of each other. The spankings were always given on the bare and OTK. As we got older, she took more time in preparing us and the actual spanking was longer and harder. I KNOW she enjoyed the whole procedure. Also as we got older, she utilized the ping pong paddle. She had a sadistic expression on her face when she was going to administer the spanking. She also given many enemas throughout those years.