Waiting your turn for a spanking?

But waiting to be spanked in an erotic situation should be even more exiting, isn't it?

I have no siblings and no one has ever been spanked by other children. I imagine how I feel waiting and seeing the spanking of predecessor.

I remember how much I was scared when my mother said: wait in your room. A serious talk awaits us. A serious conversation can only be a conversation, but it can also end with the command to lower the panties down...

I remember looking if my mother would bring a spanking tool. However, this did not always mean being spanked, sometimes my mother only threatened me to scare me. I looked more like my mother was dressed. If she was in trousers I would be scared. My mother put me to punishment through her left thigh and pressed her right. When she was dressed in trousers she had no trouble with that. When she was wearing a dress, I knew that I would not get spanked. I thought the same about the skirt. Once upon a time my mother wanted to punish me, she was wearing a skirt reaching to her knees. Mum couldn't change into pants. She managed this way by pulling up her skirt. I remember how she smiled slightly and said: I pulled up my skirt and you will lower your pants and panties.

However, once a woman told me how she got a spanked for which she had to wait in line. She and her friend wanted to go to the country dance party.

Because they lived far, they were supposed to return to the house of a third friend and spend the night there. The girls were 15-16. The friend's mother told them to come back before midnight. The girls had fun and came back around two o'clock (at night). As they approached the house they saw that a light was on in the window above the entrance. The friend's mother sprang from the stool at the sight of them. She began to shout that they had broken the contract. She said that she would give her daughter a spanking. She added that because they were under her protection, they would also get spanked.

The girls got spanked from their parents, but protested that their friend's mother would beat them. But she was furious and shouted at them so that they did not protest. She told them to lower their pants. The daughter had to lie down on a stool. Her mother pulled her dress up, exposing her bare buttocks. She began to beat her naked body with a wet rope (the rope was soaked while waiting). The beaten girl screamed in pain. The woman who told her looked at it with fear. She saw that in a moment the same awaits her. She said that when she got spanked, she felt relief despite sore buttocks. She was glad she was beaten as the second, not as the third.

I more often found myself not realizing I was next in line for a spanking! Sometimes if I was fighting with my sister and my mom came to break us up and started giving her a spanking, I would be feeling really smug because she was guilty and I was innocent! Come to find out after her spanking that it was my turn as well!

Waiting to be spanked happened with my two brothers and but not a lot. When we were younger, we would get in trouble together and then get spanked together so one of us had to wait while the other got spanked first. Not fun to get spanked but even less good to have to watch the other get spanked and know that I was next. It was more likely to be my older brother and me when we were young, like under 10 or 11 and at those ages our parents both spanked us. If I had a choice, I would have chosen to be spanked first and get it over with. It seemed worse to have to watch one of us get it and know that I was next. There was at least one time that all three of us got spanked got spanked together and I know that I wasn't first but can't remember if I was second or last.

The last time that I remember getting spanked with my younger brother was when I was 10 or 11 and he was 8 or 9 and we had been wrestling in the living room one morning and broke a lamp I think. Our Dad wasn't home but our Mom was and she was furious with both of us. Probably because she had already told us to stop wrestling in the living room and also because we broke something that she liked. We were both only in our underpants as we hadn't been out of bed that long and were in the living room watching cartoons on TV. Started wrestling around on the furniture and floor. She had yelled to us to knock it off. But we started wrestling again. Broke the lamp with a crash that she heard. She came in and saw the broken lamp. Turned immediately around and went to our parents' bedroom and grabbed her wooden hairbrush. Which our younger brother was still getting spanked with and I hadn't been spanked with for more than a year.

Our Mom grabbed my younger brother by the arm, sat down on a chair, and pulled him over her lap and pulled his briefs all the way off. Then spanked his butt till he was crying and then spanked him some more. She was really mad. I stood there and watched but wasn't sure whether I was going to get it from her or not. I was old enough that our Dad had taken over the spankings for my older brother and me but he was away somewhere. I wasn't sure whether that was better or not as Mom might not spank me but he might when he returned. I didn't have to wait long to find out though. Mom finished spanking his butt, got up and dragged him over to a corner of the living room and put him in it. Didn't take her but a second to do that and then she grabbed me by the arm, sat back down on the chair, and dragged me over her lap. My underpants hit the ground too and she swatted my butt hard for at least a minute. Safe to say that I was crying hard too but she didn't stop until she had peppered my butt with several more hard swats of her hairbrush. She didn't drag me to a corner but pulled me up and pointed me to another corner. I had both hands on my flaming butt. Found my way to the corner and stayed there.

I think that our older brother appeared in the living room around then as he had slept in, I guess. He would have been 12 or 13 as he was two years older than I was. He teased us later that we looked like two little boys with our spanked bottoms and noses in the corner. Which we were. He didn't dare say anything to us while Mom was around as she was in no mood for that and after he saw what she did to us, he probably didn't want to take any chances that Mom might whacked his butt too. I don't remember how long we were in the corners but eventually Mom appeared and told us to go to our rooms. I don't think that we bothered to grab our underpants off the floor. We just got out of there. I remember thinking that our younger brother was probably safe but I was definitely worried that Dad might spank me again when he returned. He didn't though. I think that Mom told him that she had dealt with both of us or didn't tell him anything. Maybe just replaced the lamp. I wondered how close I came to getting another spanking from him that time as he might have thought that I was the older boy and should have known better than my younger brother.

After that age, we usually didn't get in trouble together. It was then just seeing one of us get spanked and the other two just watched and weren't in trouble.

That brings back memories. I was about eight years old when I was visiting my aunt's friends house. I was playing with my cousin Barbara and my aunt's friend Sandy's kids. We were all grab assing when Sandy warned her son and daughter to tone it down. Kids seven to eleven quiet down for a while then resume the fun. All was well until there was the sound of glass breaking. Steven broke the basement window. Sandy and my aunt ran out to see what happened. They were both pissed off after the warnings. Sandy let it be known that spankings were in order. My aunt then added that that will also involve us too. Sandy's children went first. We all waited outside when Steven went first. From our point of view we can see Sandy's hand swing back and forth like a pingeiulm striking bare buttocks very fast and the crying coming from Steven as he was well spanked. After about two dozen spanks, he was let up and came out rubbing his bottom. He was a big boy and that is why I think he was bent over the kitchen table. The rest of the spankings were administered OTK. In no time Cathy was bare bottom over her mom's lap getting the wooden paddle. I saw her legs flailing in the air as she was spanked. She was also crying in no time. Then I was called into the kitchen where my aunt sat there. She said Sandy, you can have the honors. I stood in front of Sandy as she sat there and unbuckled my belt and yanked down my pants and underwear then I was pulled over her lap. In no time I felt the sting of Sandy's paddle come crashing down on my well raised buttocks. She had taken the toy that was a paddle with the rubber ball attached to a rubber band. When the band broke, she kept the paddle and recycled the paddle for spankings. My cousin was the last one to get spanked. She was also crying in no time as her buttocks went from pale white to a deep pink.

Waiting for a spanking sometimes is worse than the spanking itself. Growing up when me and my younger brother had misbehaved and were due a spanking together seeing my brother over one of our parent's knee with his briefs down getting his bare bottom spanked so hard would have me shaking in fear knowing that soon I would be in the same position and having my bare bottom spanked hard next. This also happened when we were over at our cousin's houses with them and our Uncle or Auntie spanking us all one after the other

I was an only child, so there was no real waiting. I was paddled in Grade 9 by the gym teacher. A few of us got into a tennis shoe throwing battle in the locker room rather than showering and getting dressed to move on for our next class. I think there were about 5 of us. He told us to line up to get paddled. I was glad that I was not the first, because I did not know how the other guys were going to deal with this. We always talked tough, but the Board of Education did change that fast. If I remember well, I think I was the third. We got 2 swats each with a small paddle. It hurt like hell, but I said nothing. One boy yelled out, “that hurts!” It did hurt because we wore only a jockstrap under our cheap cotton gym shorts.

I can tell you for sure that waiting for a spanking that you know was coming is a horrible feeling of dread and anticipation. It was announced that I would be getting a spanking but usually I was sent to my room and my mom would come up later to discuss my transgression(s) and then announce that it was time for my otk spanking. It was always on my bare bottom with my skirt raised up or pants pulled down and panties pulled down to my knees as well. The spankings always started with her bare hand but if my behavior was bad enough, the dreaded hairbrush or even more dreaded paddle would come out and really light up my bottom. If my sister and I were in the same trouble together at the same time, she almost was always spanked first while I watched her white bottom gradually go from white to pink to red and me dreading that I would be next over lap for and equal amount of spanking. Spankings were never done in anger and with a great deal of love and comfort afterwards but the correction was nevertheless very effective!! Denise

Always wanted to watch them get spanked and looked forward to getting a spanking too.

Waiting your turn for a spanking was a punishment in itself. Since, assuming you were not the first one to get it, you had to watch your brothers and sisters being put through their paces knowing full well that your turn was coming soon. You just wanted to get it over with although when your time did come and Mom's Hairbrush and Dad's Belt got to work on your butt you would have happily changed places and gone back and stood in the queue!

That's an experience I'm all to familiar with! Many is the time when me and my sister Becky were getting our arses smacked by Mum or Dad and I would have the ‘honour’ of going second thus having the ‘pleasure’ of being forced to watch my little sister get her bare bottom soundly tanned. I would stand there transfixed as Becky's chubby little bottom rapidly reddened under the stinging and burning smacks of either Mum or Dad's hand. From the first slap she would howl and beg for it to stop and as the spanking progressed she would soon be crying and sobbing as her backside grew redder and hotter. And all this time I knew that my turn was getting closer. The only virtue of going second was that the person spanked before you was always too preocupied wlth their own hot and throbbing rear end to pay much attention to your own punishment. But that was the ONLY benefit, believe me!!

I was oldest so i was last. When I had my kids I always mixed up the order.

My older Brother always had to go first,i used to stand and watch waiting for what he was getting.We had just our undies on,they were pulled down as we were bent over the armchair in the spare room.I remember feeling the cool air from the open window which was welcome as my cheeks began to get warmed up by dads slipper.

Despite having and older sister, as well as living a in blue-collar town where spankings were somewhat common in the 1950's; I never experience waiting to be spanked after, or before, another.

When there were several of us spanked for not participating in PE/games, we were called into the teacher's office to be spanked one by one, and I was very often the first one called in.

It was awful waiting for a spanking or belting; knowing full well that your turn was coming shortly! I much preferred to go first since at least you would get it over with. Though when you were over Mom's knee as she applied the Hairbrush; or lying across the bed or the back of the sofa as Dad wielded the Belt you would rather be anywhere else in the World then there at the moment in time!! LOL But having to watch a spanking or belting was almost a punishment in itself - when you were going to receive one yourself anyway! In particular, watching or hearing my Sisters, Cousins and Female Friends, get spanked and/or whupped was an ambivalent experience! Whilst, especially as I got older, I found it erotic and sexually thrilling; these feelings were always tempered by the fact that very shortly my own butt would be getting the VERY SAME TREATMENT!!!!

I remember waiting while one or both of my brothers was spanked, knowing I was next. That was a big pile of anxiety, for sure. As bad or worse were the couple times I got it at school (spanking at school was still allowed and relatively common back then). My school had a special place in the basement where it was done and it was only done on certain days, like Fridays at the end of the school day. So, anyone who had earned a spanking would be down there waiting to go in for theirs.

I remember waiting while one or both of my brothers was spanked, knowing I was next. That was a big pile of anxiety, for sure. As bad or worse were the couple times I got it at school (spanking at school was still allowed and relatively common back then). My school had a special place in the basement where it was done and it was only done on certain days, like Fridays at the end of the school day. So, anyone who had earned a spanking would be down there waiting to go in for theirs.

Were the spankings bare bottom, Jake? Was it with the hand or was an implement used? Were you put over the knee?

It's 6:30 am and I know I'll be seeing a spanker in seven and a half hours; the anticipation is as bad as the spanking will be.

Of the many spankings I've got, only remeber about 3 times I had to wait a turn. Don't remenber thinking anything but “that's going to hurt”…when me my brothers and/or cousin got in trouble. My mom or my aunt would grab the first kid that they could reach. That's how it went. Didn't wait long because the spanking were very quick but they sure were painfull since the would use what ever was handy at the time belts, sandles and a wooden spoon besides the hand.

It's not a childhood story but I had to wait my turn for a spanking from my “Uncle” (A friend I know IRL) well my “Cousin” (another friend) got her spanking first. it was certainly something considering I was in my ‘little’ mode at the time. when he finally let her up and she was doing the ‘fire dance’ I felt this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach knowing that soon I would be getting my butt smacked. Honestly it was both wonderful and horrifying.

It's not a childhood story but I had to wait my turn for a spanking from my “Uncle” (A friend I know…

Wow, I would always get a weird, very confusing feeling in my stomach when I was little and overheard a spanking or even the threat of one. I imagine this would be a very intense experience!

I used to be a teacher, and one 4th grade teacher used to spank his students. Boys had to drop their pants and lean over his desk facing the class, and girls had their dresses lifted and assumed the same position. When I worked with some students from his class, they would always be discussing just who had received spankings that day. I do not know how he got away with this, but he apparently had parental consent for certain students.

I was paddled once at school. There was no waiting that day. I had barely taken a seat outside the principal's office when he called me inside. I suppose not having to wait--not having to sit outside his office hearing other kids being paddled--was good, but not being sent to the principal's office in the first place would have been better.

At home, I sometimes had to wait for a spanking. If my sister and I were both getting a spanking, dad often spanked her first. Her bedroom adjoined mine, so I could clearly hear what was going on: the scolding, dad's instructions ("pants and undies off," “bend over the edge of the bed,” etc.), the sound of the belt landing on bare flesh, and her pleas, promises and crying. It was unnerving knowing that my butt was going to be blistered next, only worse, especially if dad decided to march me out to the garage for a “good licking.”

There was never a line at home (no siblings close enough in age to share guilt of the same crime). At one cousins' home we rarely got in trouble individually, it was always a team event. There was no established order, assumed most guilty, old enough to know better, caught in the act… We just knew our turn would come.

I got spanked many times with my sister who is a year older. I got spanked first in my room then could hear my sister get a spanking as I wads rubbing my bum. This happened right up until I was 16 and she was 17!!