What does a real spanking feel like?

Spankings by my parents were very, very painful. The end result was a red, red bum. It is strange when a spanking started it was painful as if my parents were hitting a sunburn. Eventually, I remember that after a while I got use to the spanking, but certain spots were very painful as my parents hit my bum with their hands.

What does a spanking feel like? It truly depends. I've had them where it feels like a dragon is trying to tear your ass off. Others, not so much. I've had gals that I have fingered during the spankings. The spankings start real soft and get harder depending on them. I keep fingering the whole time and they have cum so hard they almost passed out. One was a squirter and my lap and towel would be drenched from cumming. I have been stroked during spanking almost had the same reaction….of course the girls were multi so they could cum many times…me, only once every 20 minutes or so… 😉

In my childhood, when I was in danger of being spanked, I felt fear. When my mother found out about my offense, she talked to me. The conversation might have ended with a warning or some other punishment. She could also end up spanking ...

When the sentence was passed - spanking I felt, paradoxically, a certain relief. Then there was the preparation for the spanking - I had to bare my buttocks, and then I was immobilized in the spanking position. Then the fear of what was about to happen appeared again. It was highest before the first strike of the belt.

Then there was pain. It was not very big - my spanking was moderate in terms of strength and number of hits. but at the time it seemed very terrible to me. The pain was so bad that I screamed.

One time I tried not to scream. Mom stopped the spanking after a few hits and told me not to brake it and screamed. Because when she hears my screams, she knows that it hurts me and the spanking works.

There were short breaks between shots, and they were the worst. First pain, then fear, then pain again. When the spanking was over, I was relieved. When I was older, I also felt ashamed that I was treated like a little child. I felt it when the spanking started and I was still in the position in which I received it with my buttocks bare. Then I was able to get up. Mom then said that I was punished and will not come back to it anymore. Usually she hugged me then. Then I felt everything was fine.

The next day, my mother would come to my room in the morning when I got up. She instructed me to lower my pajama bottoms and lie on my stomach. She looked at my buttocks if they were still red. I didn't like it very much. Then I felt ashamed and treated like a little child.

I protested at times, but never dared not to comply. My mother used to say that as long as I'm a boy I have to obey her. She gives me corporal punishment and then assesses its consequences.

She often said that it was not an educational procedure. She said enemas or injections were medical procedures. The injection is unpleasant but necessary, and so is the spanking. She said that thanks to the injection I am healthy, and thanks to the spanking I am good.

I did not like such explanations but it was difficult for me to deny it. Even though the spanking was painful and I was very scared of them, I always loved my mother. Being raised in my home was not limited to spanking. At that time, I regretted that my mother used this educational method.

However, I think the spanking of me as a boy was part of building relationships. Spanking is a very intimate activity. The parent sees the child's bare buttocks, his shame and pain. The child does not like being spanked, but he accepts it in a way.

It really hurts!

My worst was bare with moms hairbrush.

As a young lady who wore nylon panties, let me say my panties provided no protection from the hairbrush when spanked. My bottom got nice and red.

A few years ago i had a thing going with a localish lady who wanted a hard spanking. So i obliged. The spanking was largely using my hand and went on for several hours with a few breaks.

Well, i had to stop as my hand hurt too much. She later told me her ass hurt for three days after!

For me, a ‘real' spanking means I am over the knee of my spanker as she warms my bare bottom. This position forms such a fundamental connection, laying exposed over her lap. Ideally she spanks my cheeks increasing the sting until it is almost unbearable then pauses to stroke and caress my burning bum. There can be a arousing aspect, but that's not a requirement.

@emilee How old were you when you got spanked by your mother wearing nylon panties?

Age 8 to 16

Moms warning for me to behave was to threaten to spank me “where your panties are the thinnest”

I’m definately into getting spanked with that said they can be anywhere from mild to hard and you get that someone else is in control feeling telling you what will happen….now what I would like is a nice hand spanking to start off maybe 30 swats to each ass cheek with a little intensity at the end,followed by a leather paddle another 30 swats with intensity for the end then a leather belt same 30 swats and increase intensity ending with a 25 stroke caning leaving my bare ass welted really good.

Never got a spanking from my parents, but the teachers were something else with their cane,6 of the best across your backside and your old arse was smarting for the rest of the day,sometimes you got a couple more in the afternoon. happy days err no i dont think so

Never enjoyed them as a kid. Like @biman2 I hade my share of the cane across the bare arse at school. Lots of pain and welts for days. Never was a fan.

Now applying that same attention to someone else's derriere. That's a whole different ball game. Have to confess I really enjoy that, and find it a huge turn on.

Anyone else agree with the bondage thing? It obviously takes a great deal of trust between an adult “bad boy” and his “daddy”.

I look back and recall that the lickings some neighbor boys got when they had no choice or any control about it, were “real” lickings/spankings. That was true in general for all my early friends. I've wanted one of those lickings all my life and realize that for me to not have any control about a licking I'm about to receive, as an adult, some sort of bondage would be needed in the absence of a dad who would have that complete control as he wailed on my butt with the strop. That I believe would be the only way I could still experience a “real” licking which I very much deserved many times but never got as a child and which I've wanted all my life.

As a child, I had a neighbor friend, Bobby, a year younger than me. He lived next door. Unlike in our home where not any one of us kids got spanked, ever, for Bobby, and a younger and older brother it was a different scene. There dad was an unhappy man, seemingly always angry at the boys, and the boys paid for the least infraction of rules and expectations by spending time at the business end of their dad's razor strop. I heard it being put to use many times, especially in the summer, no air conditioning, screened windows opened day and night. While the noise these boys could raise as the strop was applied was very impressive, I somehow was not frightened by their howling under the strop. Not sure what the word is, but I liked hearing them howl and most of the time wished it was me getting a licking from their dad. I had and have a very vivid imagination which got me there in my fantasy world as well as in my dreams.

In retrospect I think I envied them living under the rule of the strop and wished that I was too. [While my dad had a strop in a drawer in his basement workshop, he never threatened us with it or used it on us, though he did report that he had a number of lickings with his dad's strop].

I recall also that Bobby told me one time, when he was perhaps 10 or 11 (Bobby and his brothers were all subject to the strop from age 5 or 6 on) that no matter how badly it hurt, he felt that he deserved every licking he got and never resented them, feeling that no matter what he'd done, the slate was wiped clean with his dad's razor strop. Bobby and his brothers were subject to their dad's strop through high school. Hard to imagine today. He also said that when getting a licking as a youngster, dad could pin the boys down and deliver as many licks with the strop as dad felt were necessary, and as Bobby pointed out, until he was perhaps12 or 13, trying to “fight off” the licks that dad was putting down on his butt was useless and Bobby was glad about that. His Dad always planned on a couple dozen +/- licks, and that's what you got no matter how much you physically resisted. or howled. Taking lickings from that age on (through age 17 or 1😎 required that you “cooperate” with dad's performance with the strop, and just “take it” as you were lying face down on your bed. Howling and crying was always OK. Bobby felt that those lickings as a teen were much more difficult to take, because dad could not control you and you just had to lie face down on your bed and take the licks. When you had no choice about it, it was in a sense “easier”.

They sting… they hurt ..they creat a mind space of being naughty that can't really be explained

I always feel really scared right before a spanking. Or when I know I have done something which will bring on one. His spankings are generally very hard, my bottom stings and burns as I am held down while he rains smacks on my upturned tushie. I am usually reduced to crying, pleading and kicking my feet. No safe words are allowed during a discipline/punishment spanking. I have to take the whole thing.

@Aura1

“ … No safe words are allowed during a discipline/punishment spanking. I have to take the whole thing.”

brav

Damn well hurts

My wife and I have had an agreement for decades. If we break the rules, we have to accept the discipline that we deserve.

A real disciplinary spanking is not fun. The first feeling, upon being informed that punishment will be administered, is the feeling of surrender. When I know that I deserve her discipline, I feel her authority and I feel my vulnerability.

“Go to the bedroom NOW, Young Man!”

I know that I must obey, because I have agreed to give her this authority. And, in the bedroom (before she even arrives), the feeling of humble submission is intensified as I prepare to accept my punishment. I'm a grown man, but I obediently remove all of my clothes, I put the spanking chair in the middle of the room, I fetch the implements (the hairbrush-sized paddle, the leather strap, and the bamboo rod), and I stand in the corner and wait. The waiting gives me feelings of submissive and anxious anticipation.

When I hear my wife enter the bedroom, the anxiety becomes a combination of hope and fear. Sometimes, my wife will be lenient with me, even if I don't deserve it. But, she is usually very strict with me. I know from experience that a severe session will be very painful, so I always hope for leniency. But, I am always afraid, because I know that there will always be enough pain to make me cry and teach me a lesson.

I stand in the corner until she sits in the chair and says something like, “Okay Honey, let's get this over with.” At this point, I know what is expected of me. I walk over and stand in front of her. I always have an erection. But, I don't feel sexually aroused (despite proof to the contrary). Sometimes, she will make a comment about the erection, and then tell me get on my knees and look up into her eyes. At this point, I always feel very ashamed. She always asks, “What do you have to say for yourself?" And, I am expected to explain my naughty behavior. If I believe that there are reasons (excalpatory excuses for my misbehavior) why I deserve some leniency, I'm allowed to explain them, but I know from experience that my wife hates poor and/or exaggerated excuses! If I have screwed up, she expects me to confess EVERYTHING and apologize! I can say anything/everything that I feel I need to say, but when I'm finished I am required to ask for my punishment. I usually say something like this (this is the story of actual discipline that happened when my daughter was about to enter middle school)…

“Ma'am, I received a speeding ticket because I was running late to Abigail's pediatrician appointment. It was my fault that I was running behind schedule. I procrastinated because I was watching the college football game before I left for the appointment. The speeding ticket put me even further behind schedule, so I missed the doctor appointment completely. Abby needed to have her physical exam before school starts next week. The speeding ticket will result in a fine and the doctor will charge a fee for the missed appointment. Ma'am, I know that I have a problem with this kind of irresponsible procrastination. I'm very sorry, Ma'am. I need to learn my lesson, Ma'am. I need your discipline, Ma'am. Please punish me, Ma'am!”

At this point, I feel very sad because I know that I have been a very naughty husband/father. And, my wife will say something like this…

“Thank you for being humble, Honey. I accept your apology, and I forgive you, and I love you very much. But, it is my responsibility to discipline you! I am sorry, but I will be very strict with you this afternoon, because you're becoming lazy about some of your responsibilities recently! I know you love your football, but you're a grown man with responsibilities! I work on Saturdays, so I need to be able to trust you to take care of Abby's appointments on Saturday's. Abby wants to start gymnastics on her first day of school. I will have to reschedule her pediatric physical exam, and you will probably have to take time off of work during the week to take her to her appointment! So, starting next Saturday, instead of watching college football, you will write lines! You will write, ”Abby, I'm sorry for being a naughty daddy! You are more important than college football." You will write this line 10000 times! You will ONLY write lines during game times on Saturdays. You will write your lines at the kitchen table, where Abby can keep an eye on you! If Abby needs ANYTHING, you will stop writing your lines for long enough to attend to her needs! If it takes the entire football season to complete this assignment, you will finish it next year! And NOW, hand me the hairbrush and lay yourself over my lap!"

At this point, I see tears in my wife's eyes, and the feeling of fear goes away. It is replaced with the feelings of acceptance and love. I know that my wife loves me. I know that she wishes that she wouldn't have to tan my hide, but she needs to train me to be a better husband and father. I know that the paddle, the strap, and the bamboo are going to be VERY painful. My wife is not ashamed to set my ass on fire! I will not sit comfortably for almost a week. But, I know that I will survive. She knows how to make me suffer, but there will be no permanent damage. The welts and stripes will disappear, and I will be a more obedient husband.

This thread asks how a “real spanking” feels. My wife and I enjoy some playful (romantic/erotic) dominance and submission (bondage, etc) in the bedroom, but none of our play is truly sadomasochistic. Playful swats are NOTHING like real discipline. Actual punishments are MUCH more intense than just some stinging swats on a bare butt. We don't like these kinds of spankings! We give them and accept them because we believe in domestic discipline. Do we like the domestic discipline lifestyle? YES, because it WORKS for us! We like the lifestyle because of its benefits, but neither one of us likes the actual moments of giving/receiving punishments. We correct each other and TRAIN each other, when necessary. We are very careful with this kind of discipline, because it is very painful, when necessary. When this kind of discipline is required, it always results in the naughty spouse crying like a baby. When I have to give my wife this kind of spanking, I always start crying before she does, because I hate causing the pain. This kind of discipline is ONLY effective when it is FAIRLY and LOVINGLY administered. This isn't a game. Just like spanking a child, this kind of discipline leads to resentment if it is used carelessly and/or abusively. Sometimes, many months go by without this kind of discipline. Stern warnings are usually MORE than enough to keep us on our best behavior.

I received many "real" spankings as a boy. My Dad did not fool around when he gave a spanking. I cried. I squirmed. I pleaded. I howled. I accepted and bawled. Spankings hurt and were most unpleasant...just as they are supposed to be. They are, after all, punishment for misbehavior. My spankings were certainly meaningful punishments.

That said, the few minutes that I found myself over my Dad's lap for a bare-bottom spanking (especially when they included the use of his wood brush) were not only painful, emotionally intense and well-earned, I believe in retrospect, needed. It is possible, even as a child, to hate being spanked while at the same time recognizing the experience as a necessary and ultimately a positive one. In ways I cannot fully explain, the time and effort my Dad took in spanking me when I earned them was in the same arena as the far more enjoyable ways he interacted with me. Just as the time we spent together fishing or playing catch or just talking added to our relationship and drew us closer, so did the time I spent over his lap having my bottom smacked for being a naughty boy.

No safe words are allowed during a discipline/punishment spanking. I have to take the whole thing.

That does not really sound like a safe way of going about things in such a situation. After all, if a spanking given to or between adults is not consensual and therefore play/role acting, then it will perforce be a form of physical abuse.

And if it is role-play, then best not to let a partner get too carried away with themselves.

Always best to have agreed upon safe words/procedures.

I feel completely out of control and there's this nervous anticipation of how firm and loud the following smack across my ass is going to be. Rest assured, whether or not it's for my own good, a slight grin is forming across my lips...maybe even a slight bite of my lip. Whether I deserve it or not, a great spanking is needed.

I love a good spanking, especially when my ass is firmly grabbed...yes, please, I wantt to feel them grab that full handful. I want to be owned in the moment. Someone like me, yes, I am very sweet and reserved but I have a smart mouth and sometimes think I can control a situation, so I need a little discipline 😈

From a physical perspective a proper spanking hurts (I’m not referring to sensual smacks on the butt.). During it there is the sting and pain associated with the impacts. Afterwards there is a combination of a dull ache and sometimes sharper pain if you touch or sit the wrong way … that gradually diminishes over time.

Emotionally the feelings are very wide ranging depending on the situation. That can range from embarrassment to anger to anxiety to humiliation. I would say that the discipline spankings were more of the former and the more play spankings (if such a think exists) are more of the latter.

Beside of the embarrassment. Depends on what your getting spanked with. How hard your getting hit and what you have on clothing wise . At home mom did the spanking most of them was with a belt or wooden paddle . Spring and summer sometimes a green switch from a maple tree. Those hurt the worst stinging pain then burning across your butt and legs. The most embarrassing spanking I got was with a belt in front of my sister and her friend. Just for aggravating them . I was warned to stop but didn’t listen. Mom came in the room with a belt popped me once got my attention then pulled my pants and underwear down and laid into me with the belt couple more times. Got paddled at school junior high 8 grade for being late to class. If you was late more than 2 times in a week. You got sent to the office and got 3 hits with a fiberglass paddle it stung for a while too.

I think aside from the obvious answer that it hurts there is a real psychological part to it that critical. When I was spanked as a kid, I thought the scolding was probably worse than the spanking. When I have been spanked as an adult, the verbal lecturing and scolding, when done well can really make a session amazing (looking at you @Isaac who gave me an amazing spanking a while back)

Crying and bawling like a baby, kicking and sobbing.

Sadly for me, this is impossible as an adult.

As it should be, painful !!

I had spankings as youngster. Usually they were bare bottomed with a leather belt. Occasionally they might be with a hand. It sucked and hurt!!