Worst times growing up

For me it was when the spanking was either completely unjustified or totally out of proportion to the offense committed. I got spanked for things the other kids had done --once when I wasn't even present. The same happened when I was nominally in charge. -- no one cared about how much I had pleaded and begged the other kids to behave. If one of my siblings broke a lamp, as the oldest boy I might get it because i should have known better etc. Rarely mom or dad might appologize later, but how do you take back a bare bottom belt whippin' ? Sometime life just wasn't fair...

I was always being blamed for what my 2 sisters and brother did, it didn't worry me at all, I was a bit of a jack the lad anyway, and when I told my parents I was joining the navy, I was 18 at the time, they never stopped doing cartwheels for a week, happy days lol

For me it was between the ages of 13 & 14. This was an age when a lot of other kids could get away with things or go do things that my parents wouldn't allow yet. One thing I hated was not being able to just go some ace after school with friends without asking my parents / getting permission. So a lot of times to be cool I would take a risk and hope I get home before my parents. Didn't always work out and I wound up getting my butt tanned a lot in my Jr. High years.

I think the worst times growing up were when I couldn't get my mom to spank me even though I felt like I deserved a spanking. That happened a couple of times when I had done something that I felt like I should be spanked for and mom disagreed. Thankfully that only happened a couple of times before mom would realize that I was serious and spank me. It didn't happen often but I think my mom finally figured out that I really did think I deserved a spanking, so I got one. Of course this was when I was in my pre teen and teen years (after mom had already done a pretty good job of spanking a conscience into me haha). There was always a talk about why I felt like I deserved it then I got three swats with a paddle on my clothed bottom and it was over and done with. My mom would say I never cried after getting paddled but I knew she didn't have to spank hard to make me straighten up.

My worst spanking would have been the summer of my 12th year. I don't remember the exact reason the spanking started but I had decided I was too old for this and told him to F@CK OFF.... the spanking stopped for a second and I discovered my Dad could easily spank harder... i think i said F.O. one or two more times but I can guarantee you that before it was over I knew better than to say that too Dad again. The spankings always felt like they went on forever but I know it likely was not something that ever went on more then 5 minutes. That said it wouldn't have surprised me if I found out this one was 2-3 times longer. I am sure some would say this was a natural reaction, but I can tell you the next one I got I accepted what I had coming to me with no real indignation. However that next one was my last one sadly. I only say sadly because it was effective on me and I think I could have really used more... I know when I would hear hints of guys still getting it in high school (no one came right out and said it but the innuendo was clear enough) I would think I know I could use it still.

When I was 14 I was supposed to keep on eye on my younger siblings while parents were away. One of my siblings got outside (while I wasn't paying attention) and was wandering near the street right when Mom was pulling in the driveway. She came in furious, as my sister was quite young. Told me to get the wood paddle from her room and to go lay over our piano bench with just boxers on. She came in about five minutes later, and let me have it with the paddle. I got around 40 licks with the paddle before she stopped, and my ass was bright red and purple. I cursed her under my breath, which she heard. She went to get a bar of soap and made my suck on it until dad came home. Once he heard the story he decided I needed to feel his belt too... it was hard to sit for a few days and I still can't stand the scent of Ivory soap.

Omg... I'll never forget I was between 15-16 and out with frnds in town just kinda hanging out,well got the bright idea to light up and smoke cigs... I was pretty careful and didn't often at all well any ways I was smoking and Mom just happened to be driving through town and had seen me smoking.... I hadn't noticed her driving by wasn't looking for her or paying attention.When I got home she questioned me about it and of course not knowing I'd been caught I lied to her... well that was it I was bagged and she was furious with me and she took the belt to me on my bare ass and whipped me but good.... I was welted n sore for a cpl days after that,but never lied to her again.

I was perhaps 14 or even 15? and had not been spanked for years.

Due to stupid suggestions from friends I tried to shoplift a record and was caught. My mother managed to get me out of the mess. She seemed furious in the car when driving back.

When we came home, she ordered me to prepare myself for a spanking that I would remember. She came to my room, ordered me to remove pants and briefs, then, when I was dropping them on the floor, ordered me to instead be more orderly and fold them on the chair. I tried doing so while fumbling because I put my hand over my genitals, she got even more cross and remarked that if I wanted to have the dignity and privacy of a grownup then I should act like one, no hand there. When I came back after folding the clothes I again put my hand, only to be met by a roar from my mother who said "what did I say? hands to the sides, it's not like it's the first time I've seen that!!!" or something like that.

She was sitting on my bed and I installed myself across her lap, like I had to do years before, and she started spanking me. She meant business. I mean, usually her spankings were rather soft and more about the embarrassment of having me bare bottom than about pain, but then she was hitting me hard. I guess she also hurt her hand, but she was really furious. She remarked that she regretted not buying a martinet for occasions like these. Not only was it harder than the spankings I remembered, it was also longer.

Finally, she let me go. I remember looking at my bottom in the mirror on the wardrobe, one could see it had been reddened.

The next day, in the evening, as I was going to bed (I think I was going to bed without TV or any "distractions"), she came to my room and ordered me over my stomach. I knew what was next... She sat on my bed, pulled my pajama bottoms down (I was used to the maneuver and recall lifting myself a bit) and spanked me softly while scolding me again about what I had done, how it could have ended much worse, the loss of time and energy for her to take me out of the mess, etc. Then she pulled my pajamas back up, hugged me and wished me good night.

Mom spanked by bare bottom in the rec room in front of my girlfriend for swearing. She put me over her knee, pulled my gym shorts down to my knees and applied a wooden backed hair brush to my bare bum cheeks. I was 16 and kicked my bare feet in the air and cried hard as my girlfriend watched. This was my worst experience getting a spanking.

As a preteen I, and my slightly older step-brother, would stay at my so called grandparents house. (not my real grandparents) while my dad was away on business. We both slept in the same room, and I sometimes helped him when he had an erection, same as at home. I did not think we were doing anything bad and he liked it. But while we were doing this, my grandmother suddenly walked in, saw what we were doing, started yelling , calling me all sorts of bad names, and started spanking me with a belt which really hurt. That was my worst experience. At home my dad never spanked us no matter what we did.

As I mention before in another post the worst and last spanking (I wouldn't call it a spanking though) happen when my parents were arguing about something don't remember what I said or did but my dad took his frustration out on me by giving me the belt.

I volunteer my backside for Dad's frustration but I feel for you, because no child should be punished for no good reason. But then I support responsible CP and not abuse.

One of the worst, maybe the worst spanking, was the time my mom did it in front of two women from her church women's council. I was 9 at the time, and so embarrassed to get spanked bare in front of the two women that I barely knew.