Waiting your turn for a spanking?

I should imagine that waiting your turn for a spanking was a punishment in itself. Knowing that what your brothers, sisters, cousins, friends and acquaintances were going through, you still had coming. What are the thoughts and recollections of other members concerning this?

Waiting outside the Headmaster's study with other boys. Hearing the sound of the cane strokes as punishment was applied to a boy before me. Seeing the Headmaster's secretary wince as each stroke was applied.

I remember some occasions when I was in high school where several of us received a paddling as a group. I don't think I was ever the first of the group to get paddled. So during the time when I was watching the other boys receive their paddling prior to me, I do remember being very anxious, almost as if I had a knot in my stomach waiting to receive my paddling. The worst part was that you got to see just how many swats each boy was to receive and just how hard they were being hit!

My parents didn't spank me or my sister. So when I got in trouble and my 5th grade teacher called me into the classroom cloakroom for my behavior I really didn't know what to expect.

I knew my teacher was one who doled out corporal punishment, because the whole class could hear the proceedings ... the slaps, the crying, everything except the visual. I was fascinated by spankings by this time. All my friends were spanked by their parents, so I did know what the end result was. Still, it was uncharted country for me.

There were two other boys called into the cloakroom with me. I recall that I wasn't the first one to be punished. I looked with a combination of curiosity and dread as my classmate was taken OTK, and his bottom spanked with teacher's huge hand.

Finally teacher called me over to his right side. I remember the feel of his hand in the middle of my back as he forced me across his lap, and the feel of his hand as it rested, temporarily, upon my bottom. I can't recall the words he said, something about this being for my own good and that I needed to clean up my act. Then the hand disappeared, and I knew I was moments away from receiving my very first spanking.

It was over before I knew it. Teacher only hit my upturned bottom 6, 7, maybe 8 times. The first swat took my breath away. By the third spank I was crying full out! It really didn't hurt that much ... I think I was crying at the indignity of it all. It surely left an immeasurable impression on my young mind.

But the waiting for it to begin was horrible! A lot like my first adult spanking!

This was not a problem at home but it was at school.

Getting told you would be caned at the end of the lesson and watching the giggles and smirks as the other kids left. Then the wait as the teacher got the cane from the cupboard. Finally the wait as the punishment book was completed. That feeling in my stomach and the weak knees. It was a relief when the caning started.

If waiting outside an office and hearing other kids getting caned and knowing your turn is coming. That was horrible especially when another kid comes out crying. The secretary never seemed to mind though. She always smiled and sometimes added comments like " soon be your turn" . Another thing was the looks from passing kids and teachers who knew you were about to get it.

OUCH----when my brother and I were acting like idiots (as 7-11year olds) him being older got his spanking first from Dad. The waiting game for me was awful seeing his bare backside getting blistered and me being next. I guess it seemed like double punishment for me. I think the tears started for me about my brothers second smack and didn't stop until my turn was done.

I could not agree with you more bootboy! Hearing your siblings, cousins or friends get their spankings before you got yours was A PUNISHMENT IN ITSELF!

I remember Dolly Parton writing in her autobiography about her of her older siblings occasionally getting a group whipping and about how she would try to be last hoping that she would be overlooked. I guess this shows that there are different strategies and also shows that her recent Christmas specials might be just a little bit idealized. I was never in a line to be spanked but I remember getting spanked with a hairbrush in tandem with the boy next door, both of us bent over the back of a sofa. Having to wait for each smack while he was getting his was, I'm sure you can guess, a lot worse than just getting through it quickly.

I recall being spanked along with my sister - don't recall if it was for fighting or for doing something prohibited together. Mom went to her room, spanked her and I waited for my spanking in my room.

Like you Pecan I recall hearing my sisters get their spankings and the 'orchestral performances' that accompanied them. When I was due a spanking to, however, the 'entertainment element to the event' was always overshadowed by the knowledge that I was next! Talk about ambivalent feelings!

This one brings back memories... Fourth of July, I was 10 and caught lighting firecrackers with two cousins. My mom and Aunt were livid. My Aunt did the honors and we had to line up with our pants down - my two cousins being older got spanked first. I think it was worse for me having to watch the paddle get inflicted to their red bottoms before it was my turn over my Aunt's lap. I only got 10 smacks, but it was a rare time spanked with a paddle and it hurt!.

@creator58 Indeed... my sister was more vocal than me and more apt at contesting motherly decisions. Thus the "soundtrack" to her punishments or other issues.

On the vocal scale, Pecan, it would have to be a toss up between my sister Sarah and I as to who 'sang' the loudest when we were on the receiving end of a spanking! My other sister Ruth and brother Mark always tried to be more stoical when enduring a punishment. They also might possibly have had 'less sensitive skin and nerve endings as well! Be that as it may, all of us were soon 'putting on a show' long before Mom and Dad's spankings were through. Not because they were overly severe or brutal in anyway! Simply that Mom's cherry wood hair brush and Dad's hard and heavy hand HURT!!! Even Mom's hand, though not as hard as Dad's, would soon elicit a definite reaction when applied to your bare behind!

My tummy was tight and I wished I hadn't did what I did. Was agony waiting.

I remember fidgeting and shifting my weight from one foot to the other. My cousin always wailed pitifully at each stroke of my aunt's hair brush. I tested up at the knowledge that my bum was going to be feeling the pain of that cursed brush. I just kept wishing it would be over.

I could not agree with you more bootboy! Hearing your siblings, cousins or friends get their spankings before you got yours was A PUNISHMENT IN ITSELF!

Sometimes it is a worse punishment if you ARE NOT NEXT. I had two girls I was friends with due to parental friendship the girl my age was really nice, the little sister was a real brat, but one day we were all ignoring their father, this was after extremely fair warning of him coming out in the livingroom belt in hand and smacking it down on the heavy coffee table hard enough to make it shake. Being warned that if we didn't stay behaved we would all get it. I kept it up and even more so the youngest. He came back into the living room furious. The oldest girl quickly throw the youngest under the bus, I was scared by his rage and claimed I was behaved too, the youngest to her credit admitted it was mostly her, I think she was trying to protect me. I could tell from the expression on Kim's face that she hated hearing the strapping as much as I did.... Worse to this day is the fact that I know I was as guilty if not more than her. I wish I could get the nerve to tell their Dad about it and ask for the punishment I avoided over 30 years ago, but never have...

I still feel it was UNFAIR that in my large family spankings were given youngest-to-oldest when more than one of us was getting spanked. As second-oldest among my 3 step siblings and my brother and a few cousins I was almost always "last" when spankings were delivered.

Our spankings were shameful and severe. Always bare bottomed and well into the bawling/babbling stage. So when I had to stand there and watch one (or two) others being spanked, knowing I was going to get it last, I would be horrified at their wild kicking and desperate howling with their bare bottoms burning dark red.

These would often be "family affairs" with other adults/children sitting around watching us get spanked. It was common to have both (or all) of us get down to underpants/panties before the first one was bared and spanked so I would be standing there in just my panties and top while watching a spanking.

I would feel queasy and light-headed, blushing bright red , tears rolling down my face and feeling trapped. The sharp whacks and growing squeals and screeches hurt my ears and as my panic built to a fever pitch I'd be moaning "no..nooo...nooo" and holding onto my behind while shivering all over and stamping my feet.

And especially in teen years, I'd feel rush after rush of humiliation as I could see any/all spectators eagerly looking on and when the poor kid spanked before me was up and dancing I'd cringe and cry harder just thinking that soon I would be exposed, spanked, and dancing in front of everyone.

To this day I think it's unfair to ALWAYS make the older one get spanked last.

When I was a kid 1980's 1990's paddles with holes were feared. Most parents had regular solid wood paddles with no holes. I remember my dad had a paddle with holes drilled in the middle and I always heard smacks waiting there turn cry different pitch waiting for it. You always wonder if dad used one holes or regular one.

The only spankings I received s a kid were paddling at school. If there were several butt to be paddled I always tried to get toe the back of the line so I could enjoy the buildup and increase the dread. I am still like that as an adult, if it is a group spanking I always want to be last. For some reason the dread of a spanking is as big a turnon for me as the actual spanking.

Rob

I have been asked to add to add to my post on having to wait or stand in line for a spanking. By the way sorry about the couple of words mistyped, I was in a hurry and did not proof read it.( I am waiting, 20 swats for me.)

The best paddling were the ones first thing. in the morning, for an infraction the afternoon before or the ones late in the day for something done that morning. I especially liked thinking about it overnight. The dread and the tension were thrilling, that is probably when things began to firm up in the neither region for me.

To this day, as an adult with many years of total enjoyment of this, as some might say, strange hobby; I get such a thrill from dreading an up coming spanking. There is a very great sexual thrill in knowing I am going to get it, and the way I have trained myself and my spankers nothing short of an earthquake will prevent it.

The other great thrill I have and I know almost all of you think this is wacko, is knowing I am going get at least part of the spanking or maybe all of it after I ejaculate. That really puts the dread in the pit of my stomach and the blood flow to my corpus cavernosi. If you really love to be spanked that is the time to get it. I know most people are into spanking for the sexual thrill and very few are into getting a real spanking, one that just hurts, like it should. I am into both, probably more the spanking than the sexual thrill at my age.

Thanks for your comments and request for further information.

Since I am an only child, the only waiting I did for a paddling was at school. In HS, at 3 PM, the boys would line up outside one of the restrooms in the order they arrived. When one came out, the next went in. Very efficient, assume the position, get your licks and leave. I tried not to let him get to me, but whenever I got 10 licks, I was misty-eyed by the eight lick.

Having to wait several hours for the paddling was torture.

Based on my experience depending how many of us were getting spanked my mom/dad/aunt would do it oldest to youngest

The only time I remember having to wait was my siblings and I were acting like idiots on the bunkbeds. I'm sure we were warned a few times, but in came my mother and the hairbrush! I tried to hide in the corner of the top bunk, but of course after my siblings were spanked I was told to come down and get mine.

Oddly, or maybe not so oddly, it wasn't long before I started to sneak to the garage with a coat hanger or brush or anything I could find to give myself a sore butt. I'd take down my pants and panties, bend over and start smacking away. I was only about 8 when I started, so they weren't satisfying. Never the less, I'd play out many scenarios in my head through the years.

My siblings and I didn't get spanked often, but my best friend and her brothers were spanked with paddles and belts and such and would be spanked for something as small as breathing wrong.

I don't know if it was the few spankings that weren't anything but a few swats to the rump, hearing about my friends' punishments, listening to gets getting paddled outside the classroom, or if there was no real event that turned me into a spanko, or more specifically, a spankee.

My Daddy only had me to spank but I still had to wait. He would pull down my pants and panties, stand me in the corner and make me wait with my bare bottom showing. Usually he was still in the room watching me the whole time just to make me uncomfortable. Then when he would call me from the corner, there would be a straight back chair in the middle of the room, sometimes in front of the uncovered, street facing picture window and it would be right there that he would spank me until I would be kicking, squirming and crying. My concern would be who might pass by, or are the windows at least closed? Can the neighbors hear or see any of this? And, of course, on occasion, I would be asked a question like, is your bottom a normal color now? ... or you cry over a spanking like you’re getting killed, so I know my spankings were known, seen or heard by neighbor kids, the postman, and the next door lady.

When I was a kid 1980's 1990's paddles with holes were feared . anyone else remember the paddle holes?

I do own a wooden spoon that has a hole in it,... I have read somewhere that the holes make it more painful.

I remember at least 2 teachers in gradeschool with paddles having holes in them... I think the reason for the holes ( and maybe the reason they might hurt more ) is because the holes provide less wind resistance and that means the paddle can be swung a little easier and therefore they swing a little faster... other than that I don not know as I was never paddled at all in school or at home ...

I can remember being at aunts house in summer and my cousin and I getting into trouble where aunty would spank him then I had to wait for my turn..... my tummy always turned hearing him getting his then the dreaded words of my name being called that it was my turn.

When I was a kid 1980's 1990's paddles with holes were feared . Most parents had regular solid wood paddles with no holes. I remember my dad had a paddle with holes

I don't think there is any difference in the amount of pain. The whole idea of a paddle with holes is in the eye of the spankee. The apprehension of the paddle was the whole point.

Waiting was definitely a punishment! When there were more than one of us getting spanked, my stepfather would start with the "lightest" punishment and work his way up to whoever was getting the most severe punishment. That alone was torture knowing that our bottoms would be worse off than anything we were seeing!

Amelia Grace of certainly right. "Waiting" is a punishment. The anticipation builds up and not knowing when the spanking will begin can and does make the one who will be spanked one very nervous and unsettled person.

I don't have any siblings so waiting for my turn rarely happened. Like maybe 3 or 4 times and it was always when my cousins were over and we were acting up. Two weeks ago I was arguing with my cousin and we both got spanked. But she watched and waited for my turn to be over. I think it was worse for me because she's much younger.