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My spankings always came after a short lecture about my misbehavior. My mother would be sitting on a chair or on the side of the bed depending on where I was going to be spanked, and I would be standing in front of her with panties still up. When the time came for my actual spanking is when my panties would come down. Unfortunately I was not always very cooperative with my spankings. I would try to pull away and so my mother would wind up trying to hold me in place with one hand while lowering my panties with her other hand. My protests never succeeded however and soon enough I would find myself over her lap getting every inch of my bare hiney lit on fire with her hand or hairbrush. I was usually very well behaved for a good solid week or so after one of those paddlings!

My parents read and implemented books like "Dare to Discipline" and in this philosophy if a child does not cry during a spanking that is considered to be defiance. Meaning, more spanking until the child shows an obedient heart. Actually, all of my spankings were plenty hard to induce tears and I was always crying after the first spank or two and promising to be good. Just about all spankings were bare bottom, over a parent's lap, and given with a sturdy wooden hairbrush or wooden spoon. Typically about 15 or so REALLY stinging smacks. So tears were a natural result, even up to my last spanking at about 13. Tears did not interfere with carrying out my deserved punishment. They just indicated that my spanking was having its desired result.

When I was very young I was sometimes spanked in front of others - for example if I misbehaved while one of my mother's friends was visiting, I would have my panties pulled down and go over my mother's lap the same as when we were alone. It didn't embarrass me too much at that age because in my experience all kids got spankings and it was just usual discipline for naughty behavior. I was spanked for discipline until about age 13 and around ages 10 to 12 I did begin to feel quite embarrassed at the idea of others knowing I had gotten a spanking, I think because I was beginning to feel too grown up for this type of punishment. Of course by that age I was only spanked in private and only by my mother (I got plenty of bare bottom spankings over daddy's lap as a younger child though!). However, the embarrassment would come when my mother would recount my misbehavior and punishment over the phone with her own mother. My mom and gramma were quite close and spoke by phone almost every night. My mother would use phrases like "Well, I had to paddle Emmie's fanny again this afternoon... If she wants to act like a 5 year old I'll keep spanking her like a 5 year old... There's nothing like a hot bottom to cite a hot head" and so on. Back then, being a good parent was considered being a strict parent and that meant administering a good hard spanking when needed. So my mother was proud to show her own mom that she was being a firm disciplinarian with me and my sister. But oh the embarrassment at overhearing those conversations, especially since my father and sister could also hear!

My sister and I weren't really sent to the corner after a spanking. We pretty much spent several minutes after each spanking bawling our eyes out and clutching our red bottoms, but not in a corner. On rare occasions however my mother would decide to stand us in the corner instead of a spanking, sort of the like the more modern "time out". If we ever dared to leave the corner without permission we would receive a good bare bottom spanking and then marched right back to the corner to finish out our punishment. I have to laugh when I hear friends complain that their children won't stay in time out. My mother would have fixed that problem easily with a dozen licks of a hairbrush on the offender's fanny.

My parents were staunch believers in corporal punishment as were just about all parents I saw growing up in "the old days." However, my father was a pediatrician and he taught that only the hand or a small paddle like a hairbrush or wooden spanking spoon should be used, especially on girls. My sister and I experienced all three many times on our bare rumps and all could be quite effective in imparting a red stinging bottom! Daddy mostly used his hand on our upraised bottoms after flipping up our dresses and turning us over his knee. Mother's favored behavior-correcting implement was her flat wooden hairbrush and for sure this hurt the most of all, both while the spanking was in progress and for a good part of the same day. But I think in terms of "stinginess" the wooden spoon was smaller than both hand and hairbrush and so produced a more stinging whiplike pain. Very rarely I received a few licks with the spoon on the backs of my legs and nothing ever compared to the sting of those extra spanks!

For me and my sister it was, "You're getting a spanking, young lady!" We didn't have to fetch the paddle or anything. If we were downstairs my mother would just take us by the arm to the kitchen and with her other hand she would pull out the wooden spoon. Or sometimes she would march us upstairs for a good dose of the hairbrush. She didn't put up with any nonsense and I don't think more than a week would go by without a spanking.

My mom or occasionally dad would sit on the edge of Their bed or sit on a kitchen chair while we stood in front of them and got a really brief lecture. Usually about 30 seconds or so, as in "sassiness in not acceptable in this house! You are getting a spanking!" My mom usually pulled our pants and panties down just enough to expose our bottom, about mid thigh. They believed in modesty but also believed in the power of a good bare bottom spanking. My father used to just tell us to pull down our own pants especially as we got old enough. After a good dose of the hairbrush or spoon we would be lifted of our spanker's lap and told to pull up our pants and finish crying in our bedroom. Sometimes I would just quickly pull my pants back up but not fasten them, just hold them up as I ran to my room. I would take them off completely once in private, take a look in my oval floor mirror to see how red my bottom was, and then dive under my bedcovers and let the cool sheets soothe my fanny a little bit while I finished my wailing.

One summer when I was 12 one of my friends came on vacation with us to the seashore. The two of us woke up early and left the motel room for the beach that was right outside while my parents and younger sister were still asleep. We were playing in the waves when my father got up and caught us. I was worried that we would both be spanked but when we got inside but my mother and father instead gave us a long scolding and banned us from the beach for the rest of the day. They said nothing about spanking and I was feeling relieved that we apparently weren't going to be spanked. But the next thing I knew my father pulled out the desk chair into the middle of our (the girls) room, took me by the arm, and pulled me over his lap. I got a serious whacking across my still-wet bottom (thankfully clothed). As always it ended with me crying like a baby and promising to behave if only he would cease the spanks that were raining down on my backside. Not only did my best friend see me spanked like a little girl but I'm sure the whole motel and beach heard the spanking and my sobs too. Embarrassing!! My friend didn't get a spanking but my father made sure she told her mother what had happened when they spoke on the phone later that night. My friend hung up the phone looking a bit scared and told me that her mother had promised her the licking of her life when she got home.

There was an older grandmotherly woman from our Church who sometimes babysat my baby sister and me, starting when I was in nursery school. My mother had given her permission to spank me if I was naughty and had warned me so. This lady was quite patient and I had never actually been spanked or otherwise punished by her, but that ended one day when I stamped my foot at her and told her to go home. I was probably 4 years old at the time. She looked shocked (kids in our Church did NOT talk back to adults) and then went into action, pulling my dress up and panties down and putting me over her lap for my first spanking by a grown up who was not my mother. She only used her hand but thoroughly blistered my fanny to the point that I was howling almost hysterically. When my mother got home she was given the bad report about my behavior and told the babysitter that I would be getting another spanking from my mother that would be so hard I would never dream of sassing her again. My mother pulled a wooden spoon from the kitchen drawer and right there and then bared my bottom and paddled my already red rear end so soundly that I have never forgotten it. These days such a spanking would likely be considered abusive and I admit I never once spanked my own children so hard. But, it sure did the trick and I don't think I sassed another adult for years afterward.

One time a new family with a girl and her two brothers joined our Church and the girl wound up in my classroom. She acted quite spoiled and her younger brothers were pretty unruly in Church and Sunday School. Some of the mothers in the congregation must have counseled those parents about discipline and spankings because about a month later the father marched one of the little boys out in the middle of a sermon when the boy refused to stop kicking the pew in front of them. A few minutes later they returned and the boy's face was red and he had both hands covering his bottom. I imagine his bottom was red too. Anyway, the boys started to behave themselves and made friends with the rest of the kids. Their older sister never really became close friends with me but we would talk on occasion, sometimes in school and sometimes after Church. She told me that she wished they had never joined our Church - she was happy for her younger brothers to finally be disciplined but in her mind she was too old for spankings and should have been immune. I think we were 9 or 10 years old. Apparently her mother had taken the wooden spoon to her bare bottom on several occasions as well as using it frequently on the backsides of her brothers. I was not sorry for her at all!

This incident I experienced during the summer of 1968, between 5th and 6th grades. I was vacationing with my cousin who is my age.

One early morning without thinking we went swimming in the ocean without telling anyone. This was a major offense that I now fully appreciate as an adult. We were having fun in the surf when my uncle appeared on the scene furious and yelling for us to come out of the water and to get in the cottage. Once there we were in the cottage, he sent us to our shared bedroom and told to wait for him there. My cousin was super scared and said she knew she was going to get a spanking. I could hardly believe my ears.

My uncle arrived a few minutes later with a ping pong paddle in his hand and I knew we were in big trouble. He scolded us for having gone swimming in the surf without permission. It was especially bad because there was no life guard on duty and the beach was officially closed. After a long scolding he proceeded to move a desk chair to the middle of the bedroom, grabbed my cousin by her arm and brought her over to the chair. He sat down and in one motion swept my cousin over his knee and quickly pulled down her swimming suit. My frantic cousin squealed loudly as my uncle proceeded to administer a sound stinging spanking to her bare bottom with the palm of his hand. I'm not sure how many swats she got but I would guess 20 to 25. Her butt was bright red when he was finished and my cousin was let up to dance around the room.

My uncle then turned his attention to me and commanded me to get over his knee. I felt totally helpless and simply did was I was told. When I was in place my uncle administered a much shorter spanking over the seat of my swimming suit. The spanking was still hard enough to deliver the message and it left me sobbing. I thought for sure we were both going to get paddled but my uncle left the room with the paddle in hand and told us not to leave the room until he said we could. My cousin and I cried our eyes out. About an hour later he returned to our room and we all spoke about the situation and my uncle made it clear that the next time we pulled a stunt like that, we'd both get a paddling on our bare fannies. He gave us both a hug and said he loved us and the spanking was never mentioned again until I returned home and my parents were told the whole story.

My parents apologized for my behavior, but they didn't punish me further figuring that the spanking I received was enough. I know my cousin received several more spankings from my uncle, including a couple with the paddle, but that is the only spanking I ever witnessed. It sure left a lasting memory. My cousin and I still laugh about that day. Ouch!

At that age I had not outgrown the possibility of getting spanked if my behavior warranted it, but I was generally a good kid and was spanked (aside from an occasional swat) a grand total of 4 times in my life. My cousin, on the other hand, was rather mischievous and got into trouble and was subsequently spanked many more times than me. I was vacationing at her family's cottage and going swimming that morning was her idea. I simply tagged along not paying attention to The RULE that permission was needed to swim in the ocean. So when I wrote "I couldn't believe my ears" I was referring to learning I was in big trouble and earned a spanking without really realizing that I had done something that bad. In my uncle's eyes, I was only an accomplice to the crime and thus received a rather light spanking compared to what my cousin received. My spanking was scary but not particularly painful, but I definitely got the message. Thankfully, neither one of us felt the ping pong paddle on our bare butts that morning. My uncle must have brought the paddle into the bedroom for dramatic effect or maybe to have it available if needed.

I'll never forget it...I got in a huge argument with my Mom over not being able to spend the night at a girlfriend's house. I called her a bitch and she dragged me by my ear into our bathroom. I was wearing a pair of elastic waist shorts which she whisked down along with my panties and she lit up my butt with her hairbrush. I was saying "I'm sorry!" with every other breath but that did not stall her in the least. She paused briefly to soap my mouth and then smacked my bottom maybe another 20 times super hard and lightning fast. I was then told I was grounded for the weekend and sent to my room after being allowed to rinse my mouth. When my Dad got home from work she told him about it and he came to my room with his belt and despite my pleas and protestations that I had already been punished proceeded to whip my already sore bottom. I think he took pity on me because he only gave me about ten licks but on an already stinging butt they still felt horrendous. He then made me come with him blubbering my eyes out and apologize to my Mom. I felt terrible for having called her that but at the time I think my poor bottom might have felt worse!

I went to a private Baptist middle school. The first time I got paddled was about a month after I started school there. I had a habit of talking in class and the teacher had warned me several times to stop doing it. One afternoon she told me to be quiet and asked me if I knew what happened to students that talked repeatedly in class. I just looked down but she said that they might have to go to the principal's office. Later that afternoon, at afternoon announcements, the school secretary called my name along with some other boy to report to the office after classes.

When I got there, there was another boy waiting and I was told to have a seat. The secretary took the boy into the principal's office and after a short time, I heard the sounds of the paddle being given. That's when I realized how much trouble I was in.

After she showed him out and gave him a note to take home to his parents to be signed, she took me in. The principal talked to me about paying attention in class and not talking out of turn. Finally he said that he was going to have to paddle my bottom. I started to cry but he told me to step over to a table across the office and remove my skirt and panties. I hesitated but the secretary told me not to keep him waiting. I went over to the table where I noticed two different paddles. I took off my skirt and panties and then he got up from his desk and came over and told me to bend over the table shoulder width apart and stick my bottom out.

I got three very painful swats with the smaller paddle that I later learned was from a paddle ball game called Jokari. I was bawling like crazy.

I had to take a note home to be signed which earned me a grounding for a week followed by another spanking from my father. Needless to say I kept my mouth shut in class after that.

The worst I have witnessed was probably when one of my friends was caned. They were from England (cool accent and all! ha!) and she was caned for more serious offenses. I had never heard of a cane, except from when she mentioned it very briefly.

We were probably 8 or 9 years old at the time, and her parents went shopping. She was not to go out, have friends over, etc., until she finished her chores and yard work. They had a very beautiful and well-kept yard, but she hated doing the work out there. When her parents came home, they were greeted by half-finished chores, and 4 friends in the house. Her parents were absolutely livid and started yelling at her.

Her dad told her she was going to be caned and she immediately burst into tears and begged. We all offered to help her with her chores, and he said the time for that was 2 hours ago.

While her dad went to get the cane, her mom had her strip, pulled a chair into the middle of the room, and bent her over the chair back, with her hands on the seat. Her dad came back, spent a couple minutes lecturing her, and absolutely tore into her with his cane. I have no idea how many times he whipped her with the cane, but she had welts from the top of her behind all the way to the back of her knees. Never saw anything like it in my life. She was sent to her room and we were sent home.

Our mom never hesitated to spank us. If we were out, she would find the nearest rest room or dressing room and hand spank our bare bottom. We were also told that when we got home to expect getting the brush. I will never forget the time I was getting tired of walking from store to store. I told mom several times that wanted to go home. Finally after enough times of saying I want to go home, mom turned to be with a solid swat to my bottom and said, if I hear that one more time, you are going to be sorry young lady. Well after thirty minutes I did say it, and mom drug me into the ladies rest room, sat down on a chair, bared my bottom and hand spanked me right there in front of whoever was in there. After my spanking I was told that was just the starter, that I could expect a worse spanking at home. Mom held true to her words. After she had finished putting things away, she escorted me to her bedroom, with me pleading, and spanked my bare bottom good with her brush.

I got a paddling in first grade. I was 6 years old at the time. This was Texas, a time and place when teachers could still paddle kids themselves, and all the teachers had paddles in their desks. There was no need for paperwork and/or a lot of formalization. Teachers could do "on the spot" correction.

Like all schools, we had a rule against running in the hallway. We all knew the rule and received proper warning. One day, I got caught running in the hallway. I can't remember why I was running, but it wasn't for any good reason such as an emergency or anything. A teacher caught me. Apparently I had been warned a day or two before about running. I can't remember the exact words that were said because this was 30 years ago, but something to the effect of, "You have been warned and have continued to run in the hallway, and you have to get a paddling".

The teacher took me into an empty classroom and took out her paddle. When I saw the paddle, my stomach tied up in knots, and I wanted to cry. I wanted to beg her not to paddle me, but I remained silent. She told me she was going to give me one swat to help me remember not to be a bad girl and run in the hallway. She said something like, "I want you to bend over and put your hands on your knees". She even demonstrated for me by bending over herself and said, "like this".

I bent over and felt very nervous. She came over and said, "Keep your hands on your knees because I don't want to hit your hands". I braced myself. She then gave me one good swat across my little 6-year-old rear. It stung, and I cried a little bit. However, the pain was gone within a minute. It really didn't hurt that much. It was mostly my feelings that were hurt just because of the fact that I was in trouble. I stood back up, and the teacher told me that she better not ever catch me running in the halls again. She said if I did it again, that it would be *3* good swats. And I remember her saying, "And they will be good, hard ones too".

I never ran in the hallway again, and this was my only encounter with a wooden paddle at school. Fortunately, my parents never found out about this.

I was spanked at school once in 5th grade for cheating on a math test. The teacher sent me to the principal's office. The principal had me bend over and she spanked me with a leather strap and then sent me to stand in the corner in her outer office. After I stopped crying, she sent me back to class with a stern warning that if I cheated again, she would spank me even harder. I had no intention of telling my parents that I had been spanked at school and did not realize that the principal had called my mom. I got home and my mom was waiting for me with the belt and told me to go to my room immediately. When I asked why, she cracked that belt across my butt and told me that I knew exactly why and if I asked again she would take me back to school and spank me in front of the principal. I ran to my room crying knowing what was coming.

I got a very sound, very serious spanking on my bare buttocks and put to bed without supper for cheating on my test.

My mom once walked me home and spanked me all the way home. I had disobeyed her (again) and went to play in a construction site about 2 blocks from our house. When I didn't get home in time for supper, she came looking for me around the neighborhood. And she found me playing exactly where she had told me never to go--the dangerous construction site. She grabbed my arm and started dragging me home all the while telling me that she was so worried when I didn't get home for supper and that she was going to spank the daylights out of me for not minding. She stopped by a tree & I thought she was catching her breath and getting a grip. Instead, she broke off a tree limb, a switch and whacked me across my butt telling me to get moving. We walked home--I was in front crying and moving fast; Mom was behind moving equally as fast spanking my butt and legs with that switch. I will never forget that all the way home spanking with the switch. My dad did give me another spanking with the belt, but it was nothing compared to the switch!

When I got home, I was sobbing and saying I was sorry and would, of course, never disobey again. My dad was there waiting for supper and he was grouchy. As I recall, he asked my mom what happened. She told him that she'd found me playing at the construction site and that I needed a spanking for not minding. Just as I was going to say that I'd already had a spanking, my dad told me to go to my room, but I insisted on telling him that I'd already been spanked. He took my arm and propelled me into my room, took his belt off, and pulled my jeans and panties down, put me over his knee, and proceeded to spank the daylights out of me on my bare buttocks. It was one of the worse spankings he ever gave me. Mom was always more of a spanker than Dad.

Heard "don't make me stop this car!" many times growing up and our car was pulled over several times for one or more of me and my sisters to get spanked. Obviously this was on road trips; if anything happened in our car locally we were made to wait until we got home. But when we were in our car for long trips, if a rest stop was close by, someone would be promised a spanking and then the dreaded silence with a whimpering little girl would commence as we waited to pull off the road. Those spankings often happened in the bathroom by mom or right there at a picnic bench by either parent. If not then sometimes they would pull off on an exit and find a good place to stop but if we were on a back road my dad had no shame spanking a naughty bare behind on the side of the road.

Whenever we went on road trips it was known that mom's hairbrush was easily accessible but a hand spanking or worst of all a belt whoopin' from dad were all on the table.

The most memorable of these road trip spankings for me was when I was about 11. I was grumpy, anxious to get out of the car, being lippy. I was sitting behind my dad and we were on one of those back roads and I finally pushed him over the edge. He pulled our car off of the road and I knew I was in for a spanking, so when he got out of the car I locked the door, which did NOT help the situation. He unlocked the door and I stupidly locked it again. At that point he took off his belt and promised to spank me so hard to I'd be sore for the whole vacation if I locked the door one more time. I smartly did not but he yanked me out of the car and started wailing on my behind. I must have gotten a dozen licks before he slammed the door shut, yanked my shorts and panties down to my feet and had me put my hands on the door and bend over for the rest of my spanking. I think one of the reasons that sticks out to me is because an hour or so later we stopped at a gas station and we all got out to stretch our legs and I still had red welts on the back of my thighs and I was still made to get out and go to the ladies room with my mom and sisters and I was so embarrassed.

I would have to say my most memorable public spanking was at the swimming pool. My parents and sisters and I were at the pool on a hot summer day. I had some friends around and we weren't doing a good job listening to the lifeguards or our parents. I remember one of the lifeguards (who wasn't on the stands) talking to us twice and the second time my mom came over and the bratty teen girl lifeguard told her that we wouldn't stop running and being too aggressive around other kids and that we just wouldn't listen.

Mom had already spoken with me about calming down so I knew it was going to end badly. She grabbed my arm and promised the lifeguard I would not be a problem for them for the rest of the day and the rest of the summer. Mom swatted my wet one-piece-covered behind back to her chair to get her pool bag and she kept smacking my butt and legs all the way into the changing room lecturing me the whole time. She wasted no time yanking my suit down, pulling her hairbrush out of her bag and situating me over her knee for a sound spanking. She did not hold back at all. Afterwards I had to put my suit back on but no matter how hard I tried to cover my red behind there was red popping out on my rear and thighs. I had to sit out of the pool for the remaining time we were there (maybe an hour and a half) and I still remember the smug look on that lifeguard's face when mom and I left the dressing room.

One morning when I was in third grade I was waiting at the bus stop with my mother, baby sister, and several other mothers and kids. I stuck my tongue out at my mother for some reason. Well normally that would have earned me a trip across her knee right away, even in public. However at that moment the bus was pulling up. Mother gave me a good swat on my backside and promised me a panties-down, bare bottom spanking after school. Everyone at the bus stop saw her swat me and heard her promise. A couple of the boys teased me about my upcoming spanking all the way to school and on the way back home as well. What with the sting of that quick swat, the bouncing of the bus, and the sorry anticipation of my promised spanking, I certainly felt like I was being spanked all the way to school, and back home!! (And I sure did get that spanking... I knew full well that I deserved it...).

My grandma used to babysit us everyday as both my parents worked and she thought a wooden spoon (applied often) was the best way to discipline her unruly grandchildren. Now she very rarely would be the one to get a spoon from the kitchen, there were two situations that were much more common.

One would be she would make you go get a wooden spoon from the kitchen and bring it to her. I remember the dread of opening the drawer and how heavy even the lightest spoon felt as I carried it to my expecting grandmother. Of course when I was picking out my own I'd desperately try to convince myself that I had picked the best choice possible but it really didn't matter which one I handed over, they all ended with a crying girl.

The other scenario which was more common was that my grandmother would send one of my siblings to get a spoon for her. If I or one of my siblings was due for a spanking she would take the naughty one, put him or her over her knee and bare their bum. As she was doing this she would ask one of the other kids to get her a spoon. Even if more than one of us was going to be spanked, she picked someone at random to lay over her lap. It was the worst feeling ever, there I was, my bare bum on display with no doubt in my mind (or anyone else's for that matter) exactly what was going to happen. I remember one particular time when I was going to be spanked, she asked my brother to bring her one. I guess I was being extra naughty or the inviting target of my bare bum was too resisting and she began spanking me with her hand while she waiting. I swear my brother took an extra long time to go from the living room to the kitchen and back. When he finally got back I already had tears in my eyes and I'm sure my bum was turning pink. He smugly handed our grandma a plastic spoon with a notoriously nasty bite to it and then gleefully stood there and watched as she went to work on me all over again, as if I hadn't just been given a good warm up.

It started at the rehearsal dinner just before my sister's wedding. My two youngest cousins were unhappy with their mom (my aunt) because she made them share one meal (fancy restaurant had no children's menu). My aunt said they'd be getting a spanking when they got home if they didn't end their protesting.

It had always been the plan that I'd be spending that night with my cousins (to get me away from the chaos of wedding preparations at home). When we arrived at their home, my aunt ordered her girls upstairs to get ready for bed. Meanwhile, my aunt went out behind their house and returned with a switch. Then she called to my cousins to come back downstairs. They burst out crying when they saw their mother holding the switch.

With my cousin Jimmy and I both watching (we were 12 at the time), my aunt called the older girl (age 9) over to be punished. My aunt reached under my cousin's nightgown and lowered her panties to her ankles. When positioned over her mothers lap, my aunt removed the panties from my cousins ankles and lifted her nightgown up to her daughters shoulders. Ten or so rapid swooshes of that switch left my cousin screaming as red welts formed across her butt and upper thighs. She was then ordered to stand facing the wall while holding her nightgown over her head. My younger cousin (age 7) was next. My aunt lowered her pajama pants and then lifted her across her lap. She received 6 or 8 rapid whistling lashes across her butt and thighs before being relieved of her pajama pants and sent to stand next to her sister facing the wall.

My sister and I were staying with my aunt who lived two houses down from while my mom went on vacation with some friends. I was about 8 then and my sister was 11. My aunt had a daughter (our cousin) who was about 9 years old then. My cousin had gotten in trouble at school and at the dinner table my aunt told her she was going to get a spanking before bed.

When the time came, I was told to get ready for bed and to stay in my bedroom and not to come out. I had put on my pajamas and was in my bedroom and heard my aunt coming up the hallway with my cousin. I peeked out the door and saw my aunt dragging my cousin by the hand with my sister following behind them. They all went into my aunt's bedroom which opposite my bedroom but down the hall a bit. My aunt did not completely shut the door and I could hear just about everything. My aunt continued scolding my cousin who was quiet as a mouse. My sister was in the bedroom with them. There was silence for about 30 seconds or so, maybe more, can't be sure exactly, then I heard the sound of my aunt slapping my cousins bottom. I could tell from the sound that it was on bare skin on not over her clothes. All I heard was the sound of my aunt spanking my cousin at first, but after about a half or minute or so could hear my cousin starting to cry. After a little more time her crying became louder and louder. I think my cousin didn't want to cry at first in front of my sister and trying to be a big girl about getting spanked. After the spanking, my aunt came out with my cousin and told her to wash her face and put her pajamas on and go to bed.

The only spankings I ever witnessed were ones when both sis and I were in trouble at the same time. Mom would line the two of us up, and it was usually sis that got spanked first since she was the oldest. The most memorable of those were ones where mom started with a hand spanking on sis's panties, then pulled them down and continued spanking her then took the paddle and finished the spanking making sure her whole bottom and upper thighs were well red and sore. Of course I got the same when she was finished with sis.

Mom used either her hand or a paddle she kept on top of the refrigerator when she spanked us bare bottom. And most assuredly the paddle was a lot worse on my backside than my mom's hand ever was.

My sister and I never got spanked for bad grades. My sister and I always tried to do our best in our classes and our parents knew that. However, if we ever misbehaved at school for any reason, we always ended up over our mom's lap with our panties down at our knees while she paddled the daylights out of our bare bottoms.

I was only spanked once in my life by a teacher in school. I attended a catholic elementary school where it was not uncommon to hear about boys getting paddled, but not girls. Oh, we got the ruler over our hands in class but that was about it for girls.

However, in the third grade we had a nun who usually used a ruler on both girls and boys when they did not pay attention in class. She used to also warn us that she would not hesitate to spank any of her students if it was deserved. All of us girls thought it was an idle threat.

However, one day I was caught talking in class and the result was a sore hand from the nun's ruler. That incident however did not register in my brain because I was then caught sending a note to my girlfriend who sat across from me. Unfortunately I got caught and was told to stay in class during afternoon recess.

After all the students left our classroom my teacher grabbed me by my ear and led me to the cloakroom, bent me over her hip, pulled up my blue uniform skirt and spanked the seat of my panties about a dozen times very hard.

At the end of the school day, I was startled to see my mother waiting outside our classroom door. The nun had called my mom and told her about my behavior.

I lived only two blocks from school and mom pulled me all the way home swatting my butt over my skirt. It was so embarrassing. When we finally reached our house, mom took me over her lap, pulled down my panties and paddled my bottom for the longest time.

I tried to be a good student in that class for the rest of the year.

For me and my sister it was, "You're getting a spanking, young lady!" We didn't have to fetch the paddle or anything. If we were downstairs my mother would just take us by the arm to the kitchen and with her other hand she would pull out the wooden spoon. Or sometimes she would march us upstairs for a good dose of the hairbrush. She didn't put up with any nonsense and I don't think more than a week would go by without a spanking.

Thinking back to my spankings, I would say the real sting lasted for maybe half an hour, but I could still "feel" that I had been spanked for several hours or sometimes the rest of the day of the spanking. Just a little bit of soreness to remind me that I had been punished.

My mother almost always spanked immediately upon misbehavior, so I never experienced the "Wait till your Father gets home" time in my bedroom. But I had similar feelings of nervous anticipation of a sore bottom on occasions when my sister and I misbehaved in the car and were told we would be getting spanked as soon as we got home. I sulked and spent the next few minutes wondering which one of us would be going over Mom's lap first and watching the streets as we got closer and closer to our cul de sac. Those mixed feelings of regret for being naughty, dread of my mother's hairbrush, and knowledge that we would be home soon...

I remember a few occasions where I just seemed to wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I would be in a bad mood and feel disgruntled about little things - why couldn't I have candy for breakfast? Why did I have to say "please" and "thank you"? After a morning of being sulky and sassy, I would finally push my luck too far and I would find myself over my mother's lap getting my rear end paddled briskly with the wooden spoon. I feared and hated spankings because my mother always made sure that every inch of our backsides (my sister and I) was well paddled and stinging like crazy before she stood us up and pulled our panties back up. But on those days when I woke up in a bad mood for no reason, once the spanking had taken place and I had a good cry, my mood would improve and balance was restored. I was once again the little girl who wanted to be good and please her mother. The naughtiness was over, I had been punished, and life returned to normal.

We never chose what type of spanking we would receive. They were virtually all bare bottom with wooden hairbrush or spoon (mom) or bare bottom by hand (dad). After about age 9 or 10 my dad stopped lowering our panties and just spanked over our undies or even over our slacks. Got my last spanking around age 13. So, we weren't given a choice in the matter, but if we had been I think my answer would have depended on my age. At younger ages I wasn't embarrassed about being spanked because I knew just about all kids were spanked for discipline, and I wasn't embarrassed to be spanked bare bottom because that was just how it was always done. So I would have chosen whichever option was least painful when young. As I got to be around 10 or so until my last spanking, I felt being spanked was childish and that being bare bottom over my mother's lap was even more childish. When spanked in the kitchen I was also nervous that someone else (especially one of my schoolmates) would show up at the back door and see me being spanked and crying like a baby. So at that age I would have chosen spanking with my pants on even if the individual smacks were more painful. But like I said, choosing was not an option. And after all, a spanking is SUPPOSED to sting like crazy and to humble a misbehaved child so I guess my parents' methods made sense.

When I was younger one of the popular games among neighborhood kids was "playing house". A girl would be the mother, a boy (if present) the father, and the rest of the kids were pretend children who would disobey the mother's instructions and get in trouble. You could tell how different families disciplined/spanked their children based on how the "mother" and "father" responded. They might say, "Get your pants down and come here" or "I'm taking my belt to you" or maybe just give a couple of play spanks and send the naughty kid to a pretend corner. I remember looking for an object that could serve as a pretend hairbrush when I was the mother and would tell the kids, "That was so naughty, I am going to paddle the daylights out of you!"

I would sometimes "spank" my teddy bears for being "bad." I must have been very young but I guess I was practicing to be a mommy someday! I did recall one very direct conversation about being spanked. I was probably about 8 years old or so and I decided to give two of my dolls a haircut. One of the dolls was a very nice one that my grandmother had given me for Christmas. I was spanked quite severely when my mother discovered my handiwork, and was still confined to my bedroom when my aunt and cousins came for a visit. My older cousin Barbara who must have been about 10 came in my room and asked why I wasn't coming out to play. I didn't initially mention the spanking but just said that I wasn't allowed to play because I had cut my dolls' hair that morning. She saw the dolls on my dresser and said, "Wow, did you get spanked?" I showed her my still red bottom. That led to some questions about what each of our parents used for spankings (her family had a paddle) and what kinds of things we got spanked for. I found out that both her younger brothers had "gotten their tails paddled" by their father for fighting at the breakfast table that same morning. When I was allowed to come out of my room a short time later, I felt a comradery knowing that my cousins were also suffering the effects of a sore bottom!

I was, up to a point, allowed to spank my sister because when mom and dad were at work or if they were out for the evening, being five years older, I was pretty much responsible for her. I could have just told on her and she would have gotten in trouble, or even spanked her and then told on her. But since I really didn't like for her to get in trouble (again we were very close), I would just go ahead and spank her and then cover for her. Most of the time she would just behave and it wasn't an issue. But when she chose to do something she wasn't supposed to or decided not to do her chores... she would go ahead and take a spanking from me. She thought even though it hurt, getting a spanking from me by hand was better than mom doing it with a hairbrush, flyswatter, paddle or belt.

My sister Karen and I were always very close. We often told people we were twins born five years apart. Sometimes we would get in trouble trying to keep the other from getting in trouble. For example she might do something wrong and I'd cover for her. Unfortunately, sometimes we didn't coordinate our stories, and we'd both end up getting a spanking. We both also participated in play spankings which were almost always bare bottom with our friends and each other as well.

There were times she would do something she wasn't supposed to do and she would ask me to give her a spanking instead of telling our mom. Unlike the play spankings, she understood it would be a real spanking and it was always administered bare bottom over my knee. When I was giving her a real spanking, I only used my hand. Like if she wanted me to cover her chores so she could play with her friends. She would ask me to do her share of the chores and told me she would let me spank her. I would agree, and sit down, she would bare her bottom and lay across my lap. I'd spank her by hand, hard enough to leave her bottom a nice shade of red and she would be teary eyed. She would stand up and sniffling but would tell me "thank you" as she pulled her pants up and then would go about her business.

The last time she asked me to spank her for covering for her was when she was fourteen. Mom found a pack of cigarettes on the floor between the nightstand and bed. She was getting ready to give Karen spanking over it and was telling her to pull down her pants. I told mom the cigarettes were mine and they must have fallen out of my pocket. I knew I wouldn't get in trouble because I was nineteen and mom knew I smoked. So Karen didn't get spanked. Later on when we were home alone, She came to my room and thanked me for covering for her. I told her to be more careful because next time mom probably wouldn't believe I left them in there by accident a second time. I was surprised when she asked me to give her a spanking since I had covered for her. She bared her bottom and laid down across my lap. At first I just gave her a few playful swats and she stopped me and told me it needed to be a real spanking. So I complied and when I finished, she was red bottomed and crying. She pulled her pants up and hugged me and thanked me for getting her out of trouble with mom and went about her business. Unfortunately for her, about a year later, mom caught her with a pack of cigarettes. I wasn't able to cover for her because I was living on my own at the time and she got her bare butt blistered for it.

When told I was getting a spanking, I usually begged and begged not to get a spanking and than would start crying. My mom would tell me that she was really going to give me something to cry about. By that point, she would have the belt doubled up in her hand and be telling me to get in my room. After a couple of cracks with that belt across my butt, I ran to my room where Mom had me lie face down on my bed so she could take my pants and panties down. This usually only happened after resistance on my part and her threatening to either call my dad or giving me the choice if I wanted to wait for him to get home and he would give me the spanking. My dad's spankings were ferocious; and my mom's were not far off, but still preferably to his spankings. During all this, I was crying and only cried louder and more once the spanking began. While spanking me, Mom would tell me that she was giving me plenty to cry about. And she was!

One that really stands out was the spanking my dad gave me when I was about 8 or 9 years old during a slumber party. Two of my cousins and one of my friends were spending the night at my house. We were all in my room. Jumping on the bed seemed like a fun activity. My mom came in a couple of times telling us to stop jumping. And we did, but as soon as she left the room we were back up and jumping. Out of nowhere, my dad came in with a belt in his hand. He put me face down on the bed, pulled my pajama bottoms down, held me down, and put that belt on my butt for what seemed forever. I was crying and begging him to stop, but the spanking kept on going. Finally, he stopped and said that he hoped the spanking would help me mind my mom. I was lying face down on the bed crying with my pjs around my ankles. The rest of the room was dead silent. Needless to say, there was no more jumping on the bed that night.

A family moved into a house down the road and mom told me they had a daughter about my age. I road my bike down there, knocked on the door and politely introduced myself to their mother. She called her kids and introduced them. Cindy, 14 and Candy, 12. The mother suggested they show me their tree house. It was behind their house in a big oak tree. We all climbed up and started talking. I answered their questions about the area and what to expect when school started next week. Then, I decided it was time for them to see how cool I was. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Instead of being impressed, they started whining that I couldn't smoke up there and that I was going to get them in trouble. I told them to chill out and offered the cigarette to Cindy. She refused saying she'd tried smoking and didn�t like it. Then I offered it to the 12 year old (I know, that was bad). Cindy slapped my hand away and said "She�s only 12!" I told them all the kids around there smoked and finally goaded Cindy into taking a small puff. She started coughing and obviously didn�t like it, just like she had said. I sat there and smoked, trying to look like the actresses I�d seen on TV. By now, it was obvious we didn't have a lot in common, so I left. As I was leaving, I told Cindy that both of them needed to brush their teeth real good and wash their faces before they were around their parents.

When I got home, I brushed my teeth and hair. Soon after, our dog barked, indicating we had company. I went to see who it was and was shocked to see it was the girl's mother, Mrs. Tabor, and she was telling my parents that I had been smoking in their tree house! My parents gave me that LOOK and my butt started tingling. I'd already gotten a good whippin' for smoking and now I was in serious trouble! My mom asked if that was true and I decided it was my word against those goody-two-shoes and denied it. Mom asked Mrs. Tabor if she'd seen me smoking and Mrs. Tabor said "No I didn�t actually see her. All I know is that I saw Kim leave and then about 10 minutes later my girls came out of the tree house and they smelled like cigarettes and when I questioned them, they said Kim was the one smoking." My mom grabbed me and started smelling my breath, then passed me to dad who did the same thing. They both admitted they couldn�t smell it on me. Then I was passed to Mrs. Tabor. She made me cough and smelled my hair, then admitted that she couldn�t smell it on me either. Then Mrs. Tabor started apologizing to my parents and told me she was really sorry to have accused me of this. My parents told her it was OK, that they would want to know about anything I did. I acted hurt but told her it was OK. As she was leaving, she said "You�ll have to excuse me, I need to get a bar of soap and a switch and teach my children a lesson they won�t forget!" I wanted to tell her that Candy didn�t smoke, but I couldn�t. But at least I had good intentions. :(

I�d like to say that was the end of Cindy's misadventures with me, but it wasn�t. School started the next week and I was already on the bus when it stopped to pick up Cindy and Candy. As soon as Cindy saw me, she went insane. She threw her lunch at me and then started choking me, screaming that her and her sister had been spanked and grounded for what I had started. The bus driver had to break it up and reported it. Because I didn't hit her back (I was too overwhelmed by her craziness) I didn't get in trouble. But Cindy got paddled her first day at her new school.

By default, I got many bedtime spankings, especially in the summer. My mom was a fan of "wait until your father gets home". The problem is, my dad worked on contractor crews and landscaping crews. In the summer (or if they were behind), he sometimes worked well into the evening. Often it would be bedtime when he got home, and that would be when I got the spanking I had been waiting most of the day for.

When I was 10, my sister was born. There were a lot of complications with my mom and the baby. I was told that I would be staying at night with my grandma next door for a few nights. A few nights turned into most of the next six months. I think that I went crazy for the first month. Everyone was worried about my mom and the baby, so no one paid much attention to big sister. Eventually it turned out everything would be fine, and that we were just waiting on time for everyone to heal. My grandma reigned me in one night with a bedtime spanking. I was about to get to bed, and she came into the bedroom with her hairbrush. When I saw it, I knew for sure I was in for it as a month's worth of misbehavior flashed through my eyes. She listed everything I had done that day. She put me over her knee, and she spanked longer than I had ever been spanked to that point. She had always spoiled me, but the rest of the time I stayed with her she was much more strict with me. I think I received three more spankings the rest of the time I was staying with her, but the rest happened immediately following the offense.

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