Spanking Growing Up

I'm curious if people got spanked growing up and if so, do you like it now and how did you feel about it growing up?

I was not spanked growing up but now I find it to be enjoyable.I feel you develop a bond with the spanker that can be very special.

Anyone else care to comment?

Yes I was spanked when young, mainly by my mother.

I accepted it as part of my upbringing, and most times it was justified.

These days I enjoy being spanked occasionally.

I was spanked growing up, mostly by my mother, and although I did not like it then, I have developed a liking to being spanked

Growing up in the 50's and 60's I got spanked fairly often by both parents, always bare bottom, in different positions. My parents first used hand, then as I got older, they used the paddle or belt. Most of my friends growing up also got spanked at home. The use of the paddle in school was a common occurance as well. My last spanking was at 17 but I had a few friends who were still getting spanked until 19 or 20.

My siblings and I challenged our mother no end. When she had finally had enough should would beat our asses with a kitchen spoon. Our response: we laughed like hell!

Then she would really get mad. She would end up giving us all enemas with Ivory soap and Arm&Hammer soda.

That usually settled our hash. At least for a while.

I was spanked regularly by my mother growing up. Always bare bottom, it didnt matter who was there. she would use a slipper, hairbrush and if i was especially naughty she would thrash me with a tomato cane.

I was spanked by my mother growing up and her partner. When she did it, it was always justified. Thus my memories of it, while unpleasant, are positive. She stopped when I was 11 though. When her partner spanked me it was dubiously justified and my memories quite bad.

Now, I enjoy getting spanked and spanking enormously.

I was spanked all the way through college and up until I moved out. My mother was very strict and I was raised by her since my dad left us when I was very young.

I remember getting bare-bottom spankings from a young age. I wasn't a bad kid growing up, so it wasn't too often. But when I got into my teens and started being rebellious, the spankings became more frequent and harsh. Most often she used her hairbrush, and when I really upset her she used a short leather strap that stung terribly.

On one memorable occasion when I was a junior in college and was home for the summer, I went out one evening with friends. We drank and smoked some pot. I came home well after my curfew of midnight and mother was waiting up for me. She knew I was drinking and smoking, started yelling at me and told me to get to my room and she would "take care of me" in the morning. I knew I was in for it and stumbled upstairs to bed.

The next morning I was awakened by mother and she was still mad as ever about my actions the night before. She grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the bed. In her other hand was the dreaded strap. I was wearing a T-shirt and panties. She told me to bend over the chair and hold on to the back side of the chair and then she pulled my panties down and off leaving me naked from the waist down. She then applied the strap to my bared bottom for at least 50 strikes until I was bawling like a child.

Well, I guess you didn't do that again for a very long time huh? Lesson leaned I assume?

Remember, she just loves you and it's her way of protecting you and showing you that she loves you even though you are still her baby, and trust me when I tell you, we Momma's never stop worrying about our babies. I realize it's a pain in the ass, no pun indented there, but just try to keep in mind that she is spanking you out of love for her child, and fear for her child, both at the same time. Things like that are a lot more easily understood when you have your own to constantly look after. Remember, mine are currently just turned 19 and soon to be 18 respectively.

About 2 weeks ago I grounded my 19 year old becausue I got home from work at close to midnight, I assumed she was in her room, her sister told me she was at a friends house. I looked in her room, she wasn't there. I came down stairs and talked to the girls dad and asked him where she was. He told me she was up in her room. So I called her and asked her where she was, she told me at her friends house. I asked her if she had permission to go. She said, I told dad, he was busy on the computer. I told her to get home ASAP.

Long story short, she was home in 6 minutes. The three of us sat down to get the real story. Husband thought he remembered hearing her say something about going to a friends, but that was it. Daughter confirmed that. My point was, "you told him you were going, you didn't ask" Also in this town, anyone under 21 has to be in the house no later than 11 PM. Period, it's the law. They can stay our later with parents permission, if they have a ride home and are not walking in the dark. She walked home. In our town as well, curfew for 18 and under is 10, no exceptions to that one.

So then I asked her a few questions, why didn't you ask your father to go to your friends house? You know MY rules, if you want to go out and I am at work, you have to call and ask first, if I don't reply because I am to busy to answer, then take that as a no, you can't go, and if you would like to stay late, you have to call again and ask for permission, and you had better have a ride home.

Well, she didn't ask to go in the first place, didn't ask to stay past curfew, and didn't have a ride home. So, I grounded her for 2 weeks during the Christmas season. She started to argue that she's 19 and an adult, adults don't get grounded. Then I had to gently remind her that she doesn't have a driver's license, or a job, and is waiting on the list to start school. She has one chore at my hours and that is to do the dishes everyday. Then she said, "but Mom, it's....I stopped her in her tracks and said, okay, now it's 3 weeks, she rolled her eyes and sighed, which earned her another week. Then I told her that I loved her very much, but my house, my rules, like it, don't like it, I don't really care. You want freedom, you know where the front door is, you are supposedly an adult now, so put on your big girl panties and suck it up sister.

She seemed to get the point rather quickly at that point, and my kitchen has never been cleaner. I hate being that way with either of the girls, but I love them and that's what I felt was needed to be done. They are too old to spank, so that's my only other choice. They will thank me someday, and apparently I have made my fair share of parenting blunders and mistakes, but both my girls will graduate from high school with plans for college, the oldest already has but is taking a year off to grow up and mature a bit, which ti fully support, neither of my girls got pregnant, one is still a virgin, and neither have been in jail, juvie, nor have they seen the back seat of a police car. So the basics of the morals I have tried to install in them that I thought were important, they seem to have adopted as well, now they have to just implement them, adjust, and modify them to each of their own personalities and lifestyles.

So that's my two cents there....for now.

Mashie

I never got spanked but have a spanking fetish. I'm not sure where it came from. I love to be over some ones knee and get spanked hard.

I was spanked up until about age 12. My mother and aunt were the only ones who spanked me and subjected me to frequent suppositories...I can only assume this is why I now enjoy both 😉

I was spanked/paddled until the age of about 12. Many times I didn't know why. Suddenly, my mother would rage into the room wooden spoon in hand, turn me over and blister my bottom. Of course, many times I did know why. One particularly awful paddling came when I was practicing the piano, couldn't quite get it right, banged the keyboard and plopped down on the living room couch. Instantly, I heard my mother rattling around in her kitchen utensil drawer. She raged into the living room, put one arm around both my legs and hoisted my up so my back was on the couch cushion and my legs and butt were up in the air. I could not escape. She "tuned me up" with her wooden spoon until I wished my butt would fall off and then I hoped it would. That was one of the worst paddlings. The two other worst were for kissing little girls on the way home from school. I am sure that my Mom thought that spanking would build character. At times she would say, "You haven't had a whippin' in a long time" and then I knew it wouldn't be long before I would get one. Also, I think she enjoyed spanking me.

I too got spanked growing up, always bare butt. When younger I would get the hand, then as I got older I got both the belt and paddle. Most of my friends growing up also got spanked as well. It was just a common thing back then.

My spanking at home were always done bare bottom. Mum would whip my shorts and underpants off in an instant and tan my backside. Back then a lot of boys wore shorts into their teens. They were easily removed and boys often got their legs smacked as well, especially when out. This was usually accompanied with the omininous threat from mum " just wait until I get you home young man" My mum never failed to carry through the theat, within a few minutes of getting home I would be over her knee getting a good dose of her slipper or hairbrush.

I was spanked growing up from probably age 4 or 5 until age 11-ish. I don't clearly recall either my first or last spanking, but there are some others that are clear as day. Both of my parents spanked, but Mom did most of it, as they did not believe in delayed discipline and she was the one who was around us most. There was everything from "warning shots" - a quick smack on the seat of your pants to remind you that you were "cruisin' for a bruisin'" as she liked to say, to hard bare bottom sessions in the kitchen or our bedrooms. Most often, we got it in the kitchen. She would get sick of some behavior, warn you and then you would get dragged off by the arm to the kitchen. Depending on the severity of the offense, your clothing might stay in place, or pants might come down or skirt up, or your panties might come down too. My parents favored hand and wooden spoon. Once Mom had you in the kitchen, you got a sense of how bad it was going to be from the clothing choice. Fully clothed or panties meant a mild to moderately bad hand spanking was coming. Bare bottom could mean either hand or spoon. Once my panties came down, there was always that breathless moment when I waited to see if she reached for the utensil drawer. If she did, I was already in tears, because i knew it would be a very painful lesson. She spanked fast, so the spanking never lasted all that long, although it sure seemed like it, but she spanked hard, so there were still a lot of hard spanks landing. In-room spankings were the worst. She arrived with the spoon, but you had to endure a discussion/lecture before the punishment was administered, so there was all of the anticipation added to the eventual pain.

Sarahr1727,

Your post cracked me up. I can just see that happening. My mom used to always say, "cruisin' for a bruisin" too. As I have mentioned in my previous post in this topic, I was also spanked as a kid, not very often, actually hardly ever, but when I needed it I got it.

I to this day don't remember the pain from the spankings, nor do I remember what they were for. One or two maybe, but that's it. What I do remember though was that after my mom spanked me she always made me explain back to her why I was getting the spanking so that she knew I understood, then made me hug her. I can honestly tell you, I usually wasn't in the mood right then to hug her, lol.

Ahhh, the days of our youth.

Mashie

I was spanked growing up, always bare bottomed with my pants and underpants completely removed. As a toddler it was done face down over my mother's lap with the back of a hairbrush. Then from about 6 years old I was made to bend over the edge of my bed or the arm of a chair or couch, and my mother would hold me down by pressing on the middle of my back with one hand and wallop my bottom with a wooden ruler until my bottom was red and sore and I was crying hard. For my last few spankings at age 11 and 12 I was given the strap by my father using a leather belt while bent over the edge of my bed, and it hurt a lot worse than any of the spankings my mother had given me. Once I was a teenager I didn't get spanked any more, I just got grounded or privileges taken away when I mouthed off or did something wrong.

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I was spanked growing up from probably age 4 or 5 until age 11-ish. I don't clearly recall either my first or last spanking, but there are some others that are clear as day. Both of my parents spanked, but Mom did most of it, as they did not believe in delayed discipline and she was the one who was around us most. There was everything from "warning shots" - a quick smack on the seat of your pants to remind you that you were "cruisin' for a bruisin'" as she liked to say, to hard bare bottom sessions in the kitchen or our bedrooms. Most often, we got it in the kitchen. She would get sick of some behavior, warn you and then you would get dragged off by the arm to the kitchen. Depending on the severity of the offense, your clothing might stay in place, or pants might come down or skirt up, or your panties might coem down too. My parents favored hand and wooden spoon. Once Mom had you in the kitchen, you got a sense of how bad it was going to be from the clothing choice. Fully clothed or panties meant a mild to moderately bad hand spanking was coming. Bare bottom could mean either hand or spoon. Once my panties came down, there was always that breathless moment when I waited to see if she reached for the utensil drawer. If she did, I was already in tears, because i knew it would be a very painful lesson. She spanked fast, so the spanking never lasted all that long, although it sure seemed like it, but she spanked hard, so there were still a lot of hard spanks landing. In-room spankings were the worst. She arrived with the spoon, but you had to endure a discussion/lecture before the punishment was administered, so there was all of the anticipation added to the eventual pain.

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Well written, and boy can I relate! Especially mention of "reaching into the utility drawer"! I can still her the sound of things rattling around in the draw and of the draw being closed. Wow! takes me back.... thanks!

When I began ground-school Mom spanked me with a wooden spoon on the bare backside, lying over her knees. At about 10 years came the cane.

When Mom decided, that I had to be punished, she asked me why I did this, so that I was able to defend myself. If there was nothing really to defend, she spoke the "judgment", 10 till 25 strokes with the cane.

Mom went for the cane, trousers down bend over a chair and then she started. When she had finished I had to apologize and everything was good

I was spanked, but in a manner largely devoid of ritual. It was more of a spur-of-the-movement type thing, where one parent--usually my father--got so enraged that he gave you a couple of slaps on the rear, in whatever you were (or were not) wearing. The only time I got a spanking bare was when I said something rude to my mother while getting out of the bath at the age of 7. My father overheard and dashed into the bathroom, screaming, "What did you say to your mother?" I was so scared that I lied, which made him even angrier, and he grabbed me, turned me around, and slapped me six times on my bottom. As I got older, I began to realize that I was both fascinated and appalled by spankings, especially the kind of ritualistic spankings threatened or doled out on shows like "Little House on the Prairie." I can distinctly remember the confusion I felt as I started to notice that I got erect and even began to ejaculate when I fantasized about Laura or Mary Ingalls being sent to the barn for a bare-bottom spanking (which then led to other fantasies, about their getting a shot or thermometer in the bottom at Doc Baker's, etc.)

I was spanked a few times when I was a kid. There was no ritual or ceremony involved until I received an OTK enema when I was about 4 or 5. My mother gave me the enema in the bathroom. She was perched on the edge of the tub. One of our family friends watched the whole thing. She tried to tell me that her mother often gave her enemas. As she spoke, She hiked up the hem of her dress and proceeded to adjust her nylons on her garter belt (or girdle). I watched this as my mother shoved the nozzle of the bulb enema up into my ass and squeezed. I recall there were several refills of the bulb. When I see a photo of a woman in garter belt and nylons today, many years after that first OTK enema, I think of spankings and enemas. I have received quite a few since then and have given out quite a few as well. The good old days?

My brothers and I were definitely spanked growing up and well into our teens. We were spanked by our mom mostly when we were younger and by our dad almost always when we got to be 10 or 11. Pants and underpants down always that I can remember. As we got older and dad took over, then there was more of what some people might call ritual or a routine to our spankings. With three boys, our parents were strict and a hard spanking was the answer for almost anything that we did wrong. As I look back, the routine was meant to impress on all of us what would happen if we messed up.

I was spanked by many adult women growing up from babysitter, my mother, my aunt my grandmother etc... I was a real brat and totally deserved 80% of those spankings in full. My aunt was the most lovingly though since she would spank me, tell me she was sorry make me realize it was wrong, give me a hug and forgive me right after. My grandmother was a really aggressive spanker where she would throw you over her knee and spank your butt right then and there, also she made the choice what you wore at certain instances depending on how bad you were. I got a really bad one with the ruler for hitting my girl cousin in the head with a big stick. Shorts down, underwear down and butt whacked with a ruler. I got many more because for sure I am a brat.

I was spanked at home by mom and dad both -- usually dad. Hand when little then belt after 7 or 8.... many times on a bare butt! Got the paddle a few times at school. By a woman teacher once (3rd grade), other times by male teachers.

When I was growing up nearly all kids were spanked and I was no exception, I think that my love of spanking was mainly fostered at school in Scotland. In primary school the strap was used universally. Boys and girls were called out to the front of the class, told to hold out their hands and strapped on the palms. I was horrified but attracted by the way the girls would put their hands between their thighs to try to assuage the pain, or under their armpits.

Secondary school was a Jesuit establishment where the ferula was given on the hands and bottom and was very painful indeed. The gym maser beat us on the bottom with a plimsol. I remember reading a series of articles in a magazine entitled 'Should big girls be spanked?' It provdied much masturbatory material.

I was spanked growing up by my mother and father, my next door neighbor, teachers and my aunt. My parents used the belt, my neighbor a strap, my aunt a hairbrush and the teachers used an oak paddle. I was usually spanked with my clothes on and on the back of my bare legs. I was spanked in High school by Christian Brothers with a wooden paddle with eight holes in it.

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I was spanked growing up by my mother and father, my next door neighbor, teachers and my aunt. My parents used the belt, my neighbor a strap, my aunt a hairbrush and the teachers used an oak paddle. I was usually spanked with my clothes on and on the back of my bare legs. I was spanked in High school by Christian Brothers with a wooden paddle with eight holes in it.

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Too much of a good thing, no?

I believe if a neighbor had ever dared spank me or my siblings my father would have done a number on them they would never forget ... and the same would have applied to Christian Brothers and teachers ...

I mean really ... it sounds like you were used as a convenient outlet for other people's frustrations ... whack a kid around, he can't hit back anyway ...

Does sound as if Calamos did "get it" more often than most.

For me it was always for cause. Going out of house age 8, not telling anyone where I was going so they worried and got ticked. School paddlings, two, grade school by principal and junior high by PE teacher with a paddle ( a hack for loosing a padlock, can you believe it?) By Grandma with a switch for getting into a rock fight with cousins.

I received bare bottom hairbrush spankings from my mom until I was nearly 14 during the 70s. It was still quite common tehn for kids t get spanked, especially boys.

I was frequently spanked from early childhood into my early/mid teens by my religiously strict father (and sometimes mother) who used a wooden stick or belt for general rebelliousness and misbehavior. My dad unsuccessfully tried his damnest to "break my spirit" and it was a rare interval when I did not have welts on my butt. I cannot, for the life of me, see how anyone can associate such behavior with "pleasure." For me, it is a serious offense.