Were you spanked as a child? How did you feel about it then and how about now?
November 4th, 2008
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I was only spanked once and it was because I told my mom I hated her. If other people spank their children that is up to them but I refuse to spank my child. You can’t tell a child it’s not okay to hit people and then go and hit them when they’re misbehaving.
I remember one most tramatic episode with my dad spanking me and have never forgotten it. My mom she could just look at me and make me cry or say something to hurt my feelings and that usually got to me but I dont care to do that to my kids I threaten but I’m a big wuss when it comes to spanking I hate for me to do. I have a friend who hits her multiple kids 7-14 with a board and her kids act horrible all the time so it does her no good if only she could see that.
I was NEVER spanked as a child and I really wish I would have been. I was a horrible child and was the biggest whiny brat. I spank my child, but only out of sheer rebellion, when he KNOWS not to do something but does it anyway, especially if I’d just told him not to.
Oh my! The memories that this has brought back from my childhood. Yes,I was whipped when I was little. I say whipped because that was what it was. My foster mom was a very strict religous person and she was the domineering force in my life as a child. When I did something wrong she would make me go get a switch from the tree outside and if it wasn’t a good one she would make me go back and get a better one. Can you imagine how I felt, knowing I had to do it over and over again until it was right so she could whip me? It messed me up pretty good. Thank You for letting me vent. Ambersnana
I was spanked almost everyday, but not hard, mostly with those foam flip flops, it hurt my feelings more that it hurt me physically, it was awful then, I just wanted to grow up so I could hit back, now I still question my mom about it, she says she doesn’t remember
Yes I was spanked as a child. Mom was the main person and school teachers. All used a paddle mom sometimes lowered my jeans for a bare bottom spanking. She got a big faternity like paddle with holes in when I was 9 and for the next 5 years controled me withit. Mom would make me bend over a chair \,table or her and whack me until I cried and had a very sore bottom.
In second grade I was first paddled in school for talking in class. I have minor issues but think I was a better young person 13up because I had my buttocks spanked when I misbehaved too hard at times but I learned.
I was spanked nearly every day (sometimes several times a day) growing up. I was spanked with whatever was handy at the time of my offense. Hand, hairbrush, yardstick, wooden spoon, whatever. My mother demanded that I be an obedient child. I tried to be the well behaved child she wanted. I second guessed my every action and did everything in my power to please her and therby avoid a spanking, but I often came up short of her expectations. She was doing what she thought was best for me.
I felt horrible and angry and I hated her for it. And sometimes I hated myself for not being able to get it right. But I loved her too, because in other ways she was a really great Mom. I remember being really confused by my feelings. How could someone who loved me hurt me like this? How could I love her and hate her at the same time? I doubted myself and my ability to make good choices and to some extent I still do. As an adult, I have forgiven my mom because she really didn’t know any other way to parent.
But I will not parent like her. I don’t want to raise an “obedient child”. I want to raise a competent adult. I don’t want my child to fear me. I don’t want him to make choices based on what will make me happy. I want him to live his life and learn from his mistakes so that he can grow into a succesful person. Make no mistake - I am a fairly strict parent. I am firm, but not harsh or hurtful. I hold my son accountable for his actions. But I would never, ever hit him.
If an adult hits another adult, it’s called assault. If they hit a child, it’s called “discipline”? What’s wrong with this picture. People are not for hitting….Kids are people too.
I think it’s important for all to realize each child is different and reacts to disapline in different ways. What works for my daughter does not work for my son. I was spanked as a child and I don’t see how it had any negative effects on me. I am not insane or out of control.
my sisters and i were spanked with a stanless steel metal spoon that was a foot and a half long. my mom would just wail on us and then send us to sit on the couch or she sent us to our rooms. i dont know how we didnt get bruises. I remember running away from her and hiding under the bed. one time i ran to my room and put a pillow in my pants when she caught up to me, she pulled the pillow out and beat the hell out of my behind. I was so afraid of my mom growing up. My older sister has a mental disability so every night my mom would help her with her homework. i never looked forward to it because my mom would get frustrated with her. One night when my sister was in 7th grade, my mom got so frustrated with her she started yelling and banging the end of a flyswatter on the table. Then she hit my sister on her upper back and she got a welt the shape of the flyswatter handle. I was so scared, i ran outside and got my dad. and i was balling and yelling “get inside and control your wife!” my dad went inside and dealt with it. After all that, i went and put a cold compress on her back. The welt was so deep and swollen. I understand punishing your children, but my childhood put me against corporal punishment. I think that my childhood shaped me to be afraid of being “bad”, I hate conflict, i try to avoid it as much as possible. I dont take critism, or contructive critisism very well, it brings me close to tears. I think this is due to the “metal spoon”
I was spanked by my father and when he did it believe me it went on forever, my mum approved and it would be her most of the time that would tell dad I needed it. I think I am a good submissive wife for it to be honest although I hated it at the time. It stopped at 15 and I grew to miss it and I delibrately married a wondeful traditional dom male. I simply do not believe the nonsense on sites like nospank etc. My 3 sisters and brothers are all happily married NO divorce, I just thing particuarly girls need it.
I think the secret is too be fair like my dad but when you do it don’t under do it or over do it but I think family discipline is the mans responsibility. My mum believed the dispensing of discipline was the mans job so she never did it. I found out in later years that my got the switch growing up and has told me I always got of lightly.
Wow, some of these stories are most definitely abuse, no matter how they are worded. God never told us to beat children! A spanking is, in my opinion, with nothing except your hands, and nowhere except the bottom or hands. It shouldnt leave any marks. (except a pink bum, for no more than 10 minutes) It should be for offenses like disobeying after the child was given 1-2 warnings or doing something dangerous (like sticking a metal fork in a wall socket, reaching out to a hot stove, running out on a busy street, etc…) And no matter what some others say, yes, there is a very fine line between discipline and abuse! I have to laugh at the people that say “Oh, a spanking should surprise the child, not hurt!” A spanking should hurt! If a kid runs yelling in a store and misbehaves after she was told that if she misbehaved like that she would be spanked, then she disobeyed her mum. She deserves a punishment, and she knows that, so it shouldn’t be a surprise! Her punishment is a spanking resulting in a sore bum. Yes, I was spanked growing up. But it never crossed the line of abuse, and it was always done by my mum for some reason, never my dad. That doesn’t mean my sister and I disrespected out dad. We still treated him with as much respect as my mum, and I believe that the fair spankings we got back then made us how respectful and honest we are now. We both trust our parents, and love them. I remember one time in the grocery store, I was being a brat: I kept asking my mum when we would be finished, if I could have some candy, to buy this, to buy that, (I was 7, this was my last spanking) and my mum warned me twice that I would be spanked if I kept going at it. Well, I didn’t believe her (for some odd reason) and thought I would get another warning, so I ran ahead in checkout line, knocking an elderly lady aside, and grabbed a chocolate bar, shoved it in my moms face and told her to buy it. Well, that was the last straw. My mom put the chocolate bar back, took me out of line, got down to my height and whispered in my ear: “Your going to be in BIG trouble when we get home young lady!” In a calm but slightly angry voice. I knew what that meant, and I gulped. The ride home was one of the longest ever, as I knew I would be given a spanking. When we got home, my mum ordered me to my room, and finished putting away the groceries. When she got upstairs to my room, she asked me what I did wrong, and I told her that I was misbehaving and acting like a 2 year old. She asked me how many warnings she gave me. I told her two. She told me what she told me I would get if I kept misbehaving. I looked down, then said lightly, “a spanking.” She told me yes, and that this was hurting her more than me, (I never understood that then, I do now though) and that she hoped we wouldn’t have to resort to this again. She sat down on my bed, (I felt nervous, was covering my bum with my hands) told me to turn around and when I did she slid down my pants and underwear. This was my first bare-bottom spanking, my third spanking in my life, and my last spanking I ever got. Then she picked me up and placed me across her lap, so that her target (my bum) was facing upwards toward her. Then she raised her hand and I got 10 spanks. I remember it hurt a great deal, and I decided then that I never wanted another spanking again, especially bare-bottom. After my spanking, she let me put my pants and underwear back up, (I was rubbing my bum) and hugged me, told me she loved me, and asked me to promise never to misbehave like that again, that she would have to spank me bare-bum for now on, and that she hated spanking me, but she had to. I nodded and told her yes, genuinely I would try not to. And I did not get another spanking again. To this day, I am happy for them. =)
I got some spankings, and some beatings from my parents. I hated it. I still remember being corned in the kitchen floor, rolled up in a ball, covering what I could with my hands and arms, and the belt was jsut swinging wherever it could hit, I finally broke away and ran out into the back yard, and was chsed out belt still swinging…I won’t ever do anything like that to my kids. I do spank, but as a last resort, and it doesn’t help much, so I don’t do it often. If it helped, I might do it more. Sometimes I’ll swat a hand or a bottom, not hit…SWAT…and those times I get the immediate reaction that I need. I am jsut at a loss at how to discipline, because I don’t want to spank, and I always don’t want to lose control.
I was spanked by my stepfather. After my mom and dad separated I went to live with my mom and her boyfriend. At around 7 he took the lead as disciplinarian and started spanking. Mom didnt object and when he saw that he went on ever further to pulling down my pants and panties. By the time I was 8 he was spanking me almost always completely nude. He had the ritual where I would have to take off all of my own clothes as he stood and watched. It also got so that he would just strip me himself.This is all very embarrassing for an 8 to 12 year old little girl. Laying on his bed on my back as he pulled my pants and panties down and off and not being allowed to cover anything up. I eventually figured it out that if I didnt cry he would spank until I did(obstinance).I don’t think there was a set number of smacks. He didnt like fake crying during the spanking like when I was trying to get out of trouble and looking for sympathy.For that I would be spanked longer. He liked to spank until all of my resistance had evaporated and my cries went from “I’m sorry…Ill never do it again,I promise, please”!! to just crying “OWWW!” every time his hand landed and sobbing in between.He spanked slow and steady leaving just enough time to cry and almost recover before the next one landed.He didnt like kicking and squirming and he would often continue until I finally lay still, and he was satisfied that I was in submission with a fountain of tears and snot everywhere. Once he had finished he would rub my bottom and ask if I understood what I had done wrong and that this is what would happen if I repeated these bad behaviors.He made me answer and if I didnt he took that as me ignoring him and his questions would be repeated and punctuated with another smack and a rub. I didnt know what I was doing wrong but I do know that I was spanked like that more than once for the same offence.I guess I was a slow learner because he was taking me over his lap some 30 minutes later for another tanning and my bum was still red and stinging from the first one. I would be left to sleep on my tummy under the covers numerous times.As I got older I realized there was a sexual element to the spankings. By 11 I was secretly wanting to be spanked and fantasizing about it under the safety of my blankets accompanied by self exploration and self pleasure. Its weird because it was humiliating and very painful as he spanked me hard but things were cross wired in my brain and as I have researched over the years and come to believe is true,a child can become aroused and ever orgasm during spankings. I played spanking games with other children growing up.I used to get the oddest feelings when I would read of spankings in books or see it in movies. I don’t think I was abused,I just think he was very strict on me and looking back now I’m not angry at him for it. I’m married now and my husband knows none of this.In fact Ive never told anyone about this. Other than my mom,because he insisted that she watch a lot of the times,he is the only one who knows.Its a secret. Even now today I still have that desire,that fantasy to be spanked but really don’t know how to bring it up with my husband.Maybe I never will. Its weird but some days I wish I was a little girl again so I could get a bare bottom spanking.
I had an uncle that would spank me. I went to living with my grandmother when I was 9 and he was living there too.He took charge of me right away and spanked frequent. I was scared of him but my nanny knew I needed a father type to look up to and respect. He would assist in my baths,often undressing me and washing me.He used the wash cloth but mostly it was with his hands only. When he spanked me it was with clothes off like getting ready for bath time.I had to lay on his lap and grit my teeth as his hand smacked my bottom. Sometimes it was a normal spanking and sometimes it was more.If I didnt lay still and accept it,than he would put his hand down underneath me while slapping my bum. His fingers would be between my legs and he would move his hand back and forth under me causing me these sensations that would grow stronger and stronger and all this while being painfully spanked. This was a favorite thing when I wouldn’t cooperate during bath. He would lift me dripping wet from the tub and take me across his lap. He wore shorts sometimes at bath time and that had me laying wet on top of his bare legs having a rubbing /spanking. He always rubbed my bum before,during and after the spankings. He slapped me until my bottom was deep red and sore. I didnt tell my grandmother about these sexual spankings. As an adult I now have a fetish because of it. This went on util I was almost 12 and I moved out.
The school experiences I have read on here makes me to feel as though I should write. I had similar experience in elementary school(early 80’s)as well and it didnt help me or teach me anything at all. It has effected my relationships with men and eroded my trust in authority.It all started when my wonderful father gave my teacher permission to spank me(7-8) whenever he FELT I had misbehaved. The smallest things got me into trouble and there was nothing I could say to get out of it. Even getting some words on a spelling test or quiz would be just cause. When I was bad he would keep me back after class.(I always knew what this meant).Once the classroom was empty and the door was closed, he would take his chair out from behind his desk and sit down. I had to come to him and my legs would feel like lead. He would stand me in front of him and asked me if I knew what I had done wrong. A Lot of the times I had no clue.I think he just made things up. When I said I didnt know or shrugged my shoulders he would say ..ok, pull down your pants. I did as I was told,I never imagined I could refuse and say no. I would be in tears and unbuttoning my pants and saying I was sorry.”All the way down he would say”… “and now your panties”. Thinking about it today I just cringe at the complete authority he had over other peoples children. Everything had to be down around my feet. If I was wearing a dress it was panties at my feet. If I was wearing a skirt I had my skirt and panties to pull down. This left me standing there in total humiliation and tears. He would lift me up and place me on his lap. I remember he would ask if I had anything to say for myself. He would also lift my dress or top up my back much higher than necessary. Always spanked with his hand. Telling me that this is how he punished his own daughter. It would sting straight away,and he continue regardless of my pleading. My bottom grew quite warm and yet he felt the need to continue smacking.It was more than I could stand. Things only got worse when I told my father what my teacher had then been doing for weeks. My father said that I had better learn to behave,and he didnt want to hear another word about it! End of discussion! Thats all he said.Things only got more harsh after that as he would put his hands under my dress himself and take my panties all the way off.Or make me hold my dress up as he took my panties down.He would lift my dress way up and then lift me over his lap. I remember not wanting to wear dresses to school anymore.Well pants didnt help either.It was every bit as embarrassing standing there and having a stranger putting his hands down in your pants while fumbling with the buttons and zipper.And not allowed to put my hands(instinctively)in the way as they are opened and pulled down,followed by panties.Its also embarrassing to have him dress me afterward with his hand down my pants under the guise of tucking in my shirt.Its humiliating for a little girl to be stripped partly nude infront of a stranger,turned over and bare bottom smacked by that man. I know what its like to be a child and have my bottom get spanked so hot that ts hard to sit afterward. Some kids don’t need that many spankings. I was a sensitive girl and just raising your voice got my attention. He did not need to slap my bottom that many times. Spankings hurt! These weren’t just little taps I was getting. And I’m not against spanking,that’s not what I’m saying.Just sensible limits. I remember leaving class and seeing a different child “held back”. I knew that expression on his or her face.I just knew what was about to happen to them once that door was closed. Walking down the hallway at lunch or recess and passing that closed door always had me wondering what was happening on the other side.
Spanking in my house when I was a child was nothing like the ritualistic events Ive been reading about here. Yes my father whacked our pants. One time when I was 12,I don’t recall why, I plucked out all my eyebrows. My daddy was mad at me. He turned me over his knee,bared my bottom and spanked the daylights out of me. I never forgot about that spanking,I was daddies girl you know. It was an event that happened about 2 years earlier that really sticks out in my mind. It was something that happened to me and 2 of my friends by a stranger,the principal. This would have been around 1967,and we were out in the playground and a boy was looking under our dresses.The three of us told a teacher. The teacher,angered by our behavior marched the three of us girls to the office. Once there we were branded “tattle tales.” Back in those days when you were sent to “THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE”,it was a huge deal.Those of you old enough to know what I mean….know exactly what I’m talking about. So for the crime of being tattle tales,we were taken over his knee,one at a time ,and spanked. The principal proceeded to lift our dresses,pull down our panties and strap our bare bottoms with a belt or strap. We screeched in pain and he made us ball like babies. He really beat us hard! One at a time while the other two watched. It wasn’t fair,and this is the beating that I remember most. I wonder how common school spanking really was back then.It happened to me. I see it has happened to others as well.
Oh yes, sis and I were spanked by Mom into our teens. I got suspended from school in 8th grade for 3 days after getting caught cheating. Mom came for me and as soon as we were home she flipped up my skirt, pulled my panties down and paddled my bottom OTK hard with her hairbrush. Later on when Dad came home he belted me again on the backs of my legs. The third day she spanked me once more and I had marks for a week. Sis got punished much the same but not as often. After spankings we were grounded for a week. After that suspension I stayed out of trouble for the rest of the year! This was in 1972.
I was brought up by my grandfather since I was six,very strict,very old fashioned. I hadn’t been spanked before that and it was all new and scary.He would say things like “your mother didnt listen either” and “I’m gonna punish you exactly like I punished your mom when she was a little girl.” He would be pulling my pants down and telling me that this is what my mom got too. He spanked over the knee,bare bottom always,and by hand. He had big strong hands and hard grip.He was a fisherman and tough as nails.His hand on my buttocks was like being hit with a solid object and often resulted in much bruising and complete and deep redness.These were beatings,very matter of fact affairs.This is what HAD to be done it HAD to done just like this.NO ARGUING! I remember crying and begging and holding on so tight. For very bad behavior he used his belt and there was no fooling around. The belt burnt my skin with each lash.It was brutal to say the least.As I got bigger I was to stand on the first step of the little stepping ladder in the kitchen. Bare myself and then lay over the top step for a rather brutal strapping.Very embarrassing for a 10 year old,11 year old girl. Not pleasant at all to be bared and screaming while clutching the latter braces while hanging over almost upside down.I’m sure my grandfather saw plenty. Very degrading.Especially at bath time when undressing completely was a requirement.
I was one of six kids growing up in Indiana in the ’70s and early ’80s. My parents were extremely devout Missouri Synod Lutherans and were convinced that almost everything us kids did aside from praying, chores, sleeping or going to church was a sin. Having unkempt hair or a messy room was sloth, for instance, even if we cleaned it up immediately. Asking for an extra serving of something at dinner was gluttony. Et cetera. And when you sinned you got your buttocks thrashed until mom or dad thought you’d learned your lesson.
Our parents decided early on that the best way to keep us free from these sins was to have us work constantly. When we were school-age, there was never any time allotted for leisure on school days–when we got home we got a long list of chores to be done before dinner. It didn’t matter whether the chores needed to be done–the same windows would get washed several days in a row. We often washed and dried clean dishes. The point was to keep us moving and working. After dinner, it was time for homework, baths and bed. Weekends were often the same, because our parents would find a reason Thursday or Friday to ground us, which resulted in dusk-to-dawn work on the weekends. On grounding weekends, they favored the hottest, most miserable and yet pointless outside work they could dream up. They told us that if we didn’t stink to high heavens when we came in the house, we hadn’t worked enough.
Spankings and bare-bottomed shaming were the norm in our house. In total contrast to my parents’ usual hyper-modesty (i.e. boys and girls of any age couldn’t be in the bathroom at the same time, or change together, and modest clothing was required at all times, etc.) spankings normally happened in the living room, no matter who was around or who happened to be over at the house. It was a big ritual leading up to the spanking. First, we had to retrieve the ruler, spoon, or belt (depended on Mom or Dad’s mood) and explain exactly what we’d done to deserve punishment. Then pants or skirt, underwear and even the boys’ socks or the girls’ hose came off. Then we had to bend over the couch, hands on the arm rest, looking straight forward and actually ask to be spanked, also asking Mom, Dad and God to forgive us. We had to keep looking straight ahead as our eyes filled with tears while our buns got blistered. This would be our punishment for things like coming home ten minutes’ late, answering in a “disrespectful tone” (which was anything they decided it was) or giving them or each other a “dirty look” (again, whatever they decided qualified on a given day). There were six of us kids and someone got spanked over that couch literally every single day. Most days, 2 or 3 of us got it. When I was 14 all six of us got it one after the other, because nobody could or would say how a plate got broke (it was almost certainly because a strong gust of wind blew in the screen door, knocking it off the table.) This all went on until we left home, one after another, as we hit the age of 18.
Looking back, I do feel the extent of our punishments was abusive. That said, I’ve spanked my child when I felt there was a sufficient reason. I’m not against anyone ever spanking their child no matter what, but there’s no good reason to spank for every trivial thing or to amplify the normal degree of embarrassment a kid feels when they are getting spanked.
If any of you wants to share more experiences, feel free to e-mail me. I like the opportunity to get my childhood experiences off my chest.
My e-mail is dmulrehn@gmail.com, by the way.
I was spanked only a few times. One I remember was when I was taking a bath and refused to get out and when my Mom came to get me I splashed water on her and all over the floor. She was really mad and pulled me out of the tub and sat down on a stool. She put me over her knee right there and spanked my bare tushy. Even though I was still we and she only used her hand, it stung a lot.
my father was a federal judge and when we were bad, he held court in the living room. if we were found guilty (which was 99% of the time) are pants and panties were around are ankles and we were over dads knee for a good hand spanking. you did not sit comfortable for a good day. my sister and i were spanked up to high school graduation.
My parents had a escalation they always used. The first offense was a spanking with their hand through your clothes. Second was a spanking with a ping pong paddle in your underwear. Third was a whipping with the belt on your bare bottom. Fourth was a whipping with the belt on your bare genitals. It was horrible and embarrasing, and of course very painful. I’d never do that to my kids.
Well my (adopted) Dad gave me smacks (ALWAYS BARE BOTTOM) but he had another way of making sure i received a VERY sore bottom if i diobeyed him and needed one!. He would bend me over his lap or a chair pulled my skirt up and removed my underwear and with a small piece of sandpaper rubbed my bare bottom, HARD, for about 30-40 seconds, it wasn’t too bad as he did it but after a minute it felt like my bum was on fire!!.Then he stood me in a corner (crying) with my hands on my head and my poor, sore, red raw, scorched and burning little bottom on show!. After an hour he offered cream (which was VERY embarrassing-my Dad giving my bare bottom a good old rub with cream) but i jumped at the chance-ANYTHING to ease the pain!, infact i often said “more cream PLEASE Daddy” and (as i had to keep my hands on my head) “PLEASE Dad give my bottom a REALLY good rub”, which he did but i don’t know what was more red-my face or my bottom! but his hand rubbing cream in helped slightly and i tried to forget how he was looking at and touching my bottom. Then “sorry Daddy” and i wanted a cuddle (as i loved him a lot) was a real Daddy’s girl and normally followed him everywhere!. You could always tell when i’de been naughty cause white cream was smeared on my bottom! it also hided the redness. It was sore for a good few days after though i can tell you but i obeyed him and NEVER answered him back!-it worked a treat!.
My mom always made me pull down my pants and underwear and I hated it. It was embarrassing to stand there by the bed totally bare-bottom, leaning over the bed, while she paddled me. I will admit that looking back now I’m glad she did because it made me into the respectful person I am today.
I was regularly spanked by my mother whilst over her knee with my dress pulled up and my knickers pulled down.
My older brother and younger sister were never spanked. To this day I don’t know why, because I was actually considered the ‘good’ one! We are estranged and have been for many years but my siblings are in regular contact with her.
Sometimes my mother just used her hand, sometimes she would use her slipper or the sole of her shoe. Sometimes it would be in front of visitors which was very embarassing and humiliating.
Looking back, I wonder now if she actually enjoyed spanking me. She certainly seemed to enjoy baring my bottom.
She was always saying things like, “I’m going to tan your backside red raw” and “I’m going to take your knickers down and redden the cheeks of your bottom for you, madam”. I even recall her once telling me (I was about 12 at the time), “I’ll wallop you so hard I’ll take the skin off your bottom”. and “I’ll slap your cheeky face and your fat backside until you’ve got four crimson coloured cheeks”
Even when i grew up she would try to embarrass me in front of other people. At 35, had an operation on my bum which left a scar and, in front of other people she asked to see it. When I refused she said, “What’s the matter, I’ve seen your bare buttocks thousands of times. I used to slipper you until you couldn’t sit down, don’t you remember? You always seemed to have a bright red behind”.
Or by saying things like, “I was always giving your bottom a good smacking when you were a naughty little girl wasn’t I?”.
I’m in my forties now. I loathe my mother and I don’t care if I never see her again as long as I live.
If you were to walk in on me getting spanked years ago, you would find me at the foot of the bed, my pants and underwear down around my ankles, my super red bottom sticking out, and my mom swinging the paddle until my bottom was bright red and she felt I was sorry.
All the time. Any time I was punished (which was alot), the pants came down and I got hit with the belt (they called in “the strap”). Lying on the bed with my bare ass in the air getting beaten was humiliating and it HURT. I will never do this to my kids.
I was brought up in the 80’s by an old couple. I used to play with their children(adopted). They were all girls and had a look of fear when they were called in. They always seemed tense around their adopted parents. Always looking at them for approval, making sure that what they were doing was ok. In the beginning it was just a restbed but later on after “they” decided they liked me, I got to stay permanent. That is when things changed. I moved in and immediately learned the hard way. The other girls were sworn to silence and not allowed to tell me the rules. I fumbled along and tried to be as good as I could but sooner than later it was trouble. And when one of the other girls were caught trying to warn me than they caught hell too. These were daddy and mom in their mid 50’s. I had to call him daddy. Yes sir and no sir. Very old fashioned and very very strict. It was miserable having to take off my clothes in front of an old man. There was 5 of us from 6 to 11, I was 7,and we all got the same. If we were bad and the weather was good we had to stroll outside after taking off all our clothes and break off a switch. It was isolated country side and lots of trees but that didnt hide the shame of wondering around the huge back yard looking for the right branch to be used on my bottom. And if a car were to arrive up the drive than we had to run for cover, postponing the inevitable. Off to the study we went for his private discipline. A room off to one end of the house that housed his books and painting and photography hobby. We often had to run amok around the house with nothing for cover after baths anyway so it didnt seem so unusual to wonder the yard for a switch. He loved to photograph us and had his own developing tools. An old couch was used with an armrest so high it had my legs dangling and my face shoved into the leather cushions and the target high in the air behind us. We were so small that standing there had the arm rest at my chest. I was lifted and placed over the arm. I would scream murder when the branch whipped across my skin. He would wait until I was calmed before whipping me again. I could hear the branch whistle through the air and know it was coming. I couldnt survive that branch even as I got bigger and older. We would have to count each time up to 20. By then our butts were covered in crisscrossed welts. Then it was off to the bath. The old folks were into ancient remedies and that included an enema. Depending on the mood it could be standing against the wall. Hands on the wall and then step way back. Then this was his belt that hung on a nail. You could also hear that leather going through the air. And on special occasions we had to bend over his desk with feet apart for the heavy wood paddle. Had to count and he waited for us to calm before the next one. Typically that could be up to 30 leaving nothing for me to sit on for days. Never allowed to get dressed afterward. Always off to the bath and hot bath water is not where you want to be. A new girl arrived and we didnt say a thing to her…too scared. Children would come and go and some would stay. Always girls. I never ever warned them. That was the old days.
Oh my these stories. I was getting spanked too when I was growing up, always pants AND panties down on my mothers boyfriends lap. If I didnt answer the questions just right and lied to him I would hear the buckle being undone and the belt being pulled from his pants through the belt loops. I was so scared and in tears waiting bare bottomed on his lap and staring at the bedroom floor. I knew then that he wasn’t going to use his hand this time and I was going to really cry. I can still hear him wrapping the belt around his hand until it was the right length…and sometimes the buckle end! He never used it looped,it was always one layer. Even when I was 11 and 12 and 13 it was over his lap, dress up and he would take off my panties. The pain of the buckle cant be described. I would never do that to a child. My mother knew and told him I needed it from a father. He wasn’t my father! He started this when I was 5 and I still have the scars on my ass. Its kind of hard to lie to your husband about the marks on you buttocks. Spankings weren’t the half of it…
I grew up in Canada in the 70’s. My mother was from Japan and my father was from the U.S. I was adopted at an early age and was brought up by a caucasian family. My dad used to say that this is how children are brought up here,this is how we punished children in this culture. It was by placing the child across the lap and spanking. I was maybe 3 when the need for corporal punishment arose, so I’m told. Hard to recall that far back but I assume it was painful. I do know that by grade primary I was well associated with the spanking practiced in my home. I can say with some certainty that they were also becoming trivial. It was only a half dozen sharply placed strikes of his open hand to my clothing. About the time I was in grade 1 though things were changing, I was becoming a big girl. By that time I was bringing home bad report cards and poor spelling tests and my teacher were telling my parents that I was talking and disruptive in the class. That is when dad sent me to my room to wait. I thought that was odd. He finally came up to my room and closed the door. He told me that I was going to be punished differently now because I was a big girl and that this is what we have to do from now on. He said all that while pulling me closed and undoing my pants. I didnt know what was going to happen. He pulled all my clothes down to my feet and I was embarrassed. I was put over his lap and spanked. His hand now had much more impact on me. It stung much more and I was crying almost immediately. After the half dozen or so it was over. It wasn’t the amount of slaps so much as the force dad used to apply. After that it was bare bottom spankings from then on. It took a while but my behavior did change. I tried much harder to avoid being spanked. Maybe because of the embarrassment factor. Over time though I became used to it that also, though hardly trivial. Hard as I tried though it was inevitable that I would end up over dads lap for more. The more times he had to spank me for the same offence the longer it took. The number of slaps went up into the teens I’m sure. I was used to a few but I remember it as too much to stand. I didnt think it would ever end. I would cry and say I was sorry and beg for him to stop. My siblings liked to get me in trouble so I would get it. I would also do that to them. It was like civil war between my adopted siblings and me. By the time I was in third grade I could generally expect to receive a spanking at least once a week. It was not unheard of in my house for me to get spanked three times in a week. With this came a longer period on the lap and more smacks. My dad would say “how many spanks do you think you deserve?” It was probably up into the twenty five and thirty range by then. Thats my guess anyway looking back. I, like any child that age, was become exploratory. We played doctor a few times. I was a promiscuous child definitely. I liked playing horsey on older teen boys knees. Its only normal because it felt good. Its not abnormal for a little girl to jump into a lap and wrap their legs around them and hug close. I didnt know it was wrong. I didnt know it was appropriate in a bathing suite or night clothes. I was only eight when my father caught me the first time. I was sent to my room. I knew what that meant. He untied my bathing suite top and took it off followed quickly by the bottoms. It was never completely nude before. He made me go get moms hair brush. He made me get up on his lap. That night at bath in the mirror my bottom was deep red and purple blotches.I had never been spanked so hard for so long. That didnt stop me though because no one had explained to me it was wrong. I didnt know not to get caught. I think I was nine the next time because I remember birthday cards on the table. I liked sitting on a lap and I loved the affection I felt when the teen rubbed my back. I was ready for bed and wasn’t wearing panties, just a night shirt. It wasn’t the first time the boy touched me that way and my body responded ,I liked it. Its only natural,I know now. My father didnt know that sometimes when I was alone with this boy he would what you call fondle me inside my pants, front and back. I liked it. I was a stupid kid,what did I know back then? Dad caught me on his lap only wearing a night shirt and the boys hands were down there. Holey smokes, I used to rub against him. My dad had me to my room and with the shirt off and the hair brush it was a very painful few days afterward. Sleeping on by tummy and eating standing up. I was a very sexually confused little girl. I connected pain and pleasure thanks to these particular spankings. I guess this is my testimonial. By the time I was ten I was doing all kinds of things when no one was around. Sometimes I would get caught. Dad walked in on me during a particularly awkward moment on my bed with a pen and a dirty magazine. It was his magazine. I was spanked for that also. By now always done nude and the backside flat of the brush. I always had a bruised bottom. Its not my reasoning to shock everyone, but just to tell my story the way it was and how spanking has effected me today. Today I am single, and have this secret. I guess you have to have an open mind about us who like having our backsides slapped as part of a healthy sex life. I hope to someday have children. I will not spank.
As a girl I grew up in a country part of the ancient Sowejt Union where almost everyone was spanked. I remember seeing a guy who had a welt from the mettalic part of a belt. He should have been around 6 years oldIt was when I went to kindergarten/ pre-school, so . Back at that time I wasn’t spanked so badly. But I knew of my classmates and friends who were spanked pretty bad. And I saw it, sometimes. I heard it, often.
As an adult, I feel contempt for this society where children weren’t treated as humans but rather as slaves and where education was about obeying, not about becoming individuals — which it is actually about. My mom would often reproach to me how well I was treated as I almost wasn’t spanked. That’s what I hated. I always wished, they wouldn’t suffer as much as they did, could take it better, be less sensetive to pain, as I began to be at pre-school due to a quite painful medical treatment I was going through for years. I often was thinking about my classmates, what they had to endure.
As I got 12 and we immigrated to Germany, my parents became kind of agressive. They would give me a good thump when they were annoyed. There wasn’t alsways an obvious reason. It has deteriorated into beatings, which first I would return by same kind of aggression. It became a battle about power. I would provoke more and more agression, as if I wanted to increase that lack of fairness, to make it visible, but only for myself. As I could take the pain pretty well ever since (bercause as a child had some very painful medical treatment since 4th year), I considered that I had the power to take it. I would never cry, I wanted to be stronger, unbreakable, insensetive to pain — the iron girl I used to be. Which I did succeed, too badly, one could say: once I accidently burned myself with boiling water at he age of 23, I remained seated there as I could supress the pain pretty well and would take care about the mat. My skin was so damaged that I had to be treated as an emergency.
I went beyond my limits and pretty far. That was what was useful in sports: I could take some real bad pain to achieve a result. But in everyday life, it’s not that useful.
Today I wonder, what was it that made me become stronger then any pain: the wish to work out a solution for my class-mates or the wish to be unbreakable meself? I think I was pretty affected as child by things happening around, and that’s was where I started.
My father was the principal of our local elementary school in mid 60’s to the late 70’s. When I was in trouble at that school my father didnt wait until I got home. If I was sent to the office dad would punish me right away. I would be called into his office and the door closed and locked. Daddy would make me take off all my clothes,like at home even though it was school hours,and I could hear the students outside playing or in the halls from behind the locked door. I wonder did they hear me cry when my father took his belt to me. At home it was me splayed across his bed but at school I was across his lap. In school they only used the strap on the hands back then,so Ive heard, but not in my case. Daddy used it on my bum right there in his office. If during school hours,I would have to first go pee afterward, and then to class. I had to keep my bottom up off of the toilet seat and dad always walked me back to class and that meant he took me to the bathroom. During these times he would take me to the teachers bathroom instead and stand and wait and watch for me to finish. He held my hand back to class. I have discovered recently that a friend of mine was spanked the same way in school by my father. Her father and my father were friends and he had permission to do it. I dont hold it against him, I’m glad really because I think I’m a better person because of it. I can say this though, when I was on his lap at school and the strap was on about its 15th smack, I didnt appreciate it at all. Fond memories.
I was spanked a number of times for lying. My mum would send me upstairs to myroom for 10 minutes and then when she was ready she would spank me. Then she would get a ruler and beat me. Next she would hit my bottom and my thighs with a wooden spoon. Finally she would spank my bottom and thighs. Then she would go down stairs. She would hit me harder is i screamed. Once I went to tell my dad. Big mistake when he found out why my mum did it he took me over to his arm chair and took out his paddle.
My father says that in our house we have red tushies. My sister and I are always punished with a belt. No matter how little bad we did, the pants come down and the strap comes out.We have a red tishie before he is done.
One day I was at my grandma’s house and I woulnd’t listen to her and as soon as my mom came home my grandma told her. After a couple of minutes she brought me home and said “you know what to do,” and that means upstairs, pants down, bend over. When she would come over a make me bend over she would take out a leather belt, fold it up, then say look away. First lash, bam, made my eyes water, another one, bam. I couldn’t take it anymore and it stung the hell. I never did that again, she uses all her force into it so I would learn my lesson. Then again it does teach you to be more obedient and respectful. I don’t necessarily think it would cause any mental dissorders. Although it’s a very powerful punishment.
When we got spanked we were told to go to our rooms and get undressed. That meant we had to be completely naked. Then we had to get the whip out of the upstairs closet and come downstairs to wherever our mom or dad was. We had to stand with our legs apart and our hands on our heads. Then they whipped us hard from top to bottom, front and back. It hurt a lot and left welts. When I spank my kids I do take their clothes off and use a belt, but I only spank their bottoms.
As a teenager (maybe 9th or 10th grade) my mom used to make me cut a switch from a tree outside of our kitchen door, hand it to her and then i was then ordered to strip totally nude (i faced the opposite direction when removing my undershorts), leave my clothes right there on the floor and then i was told to report to the living room to await my spanking. Getting naked like that was done as a preventative measure to make sure i didn’t run away on her.
Once in the living room I’d put a pillow underneath my waist and I’d lay perfectly still - face down on the sofa and was ordered not to move a muscle untill she was ready to come in. This could be anywhere from 15 minutes up to an hour! She made me “guess” as to when i was gonna finally get it! Then when she did arrive she’d whip me for probably a good 2-3 solid minutes long (on the buttocks only)!
After she felt i had enough she’d give me my clothes back and then leave the room. She would then let me cry my eyes out and collect myself before she’d return where we’d talk things out.
My last paddling i was 17 years old and came in at 2 AM when I wasn’t suppose to be out. My dad was furious and so was my mom. The next morning after I got up I had to go back into my room where my dad made me take my jeans off and I had to bend over a desk and then he lowered my panties and I was given 15 very hard licks with a paddle. My butt was sore for several days and I could not sit down for a day with it not hurting me. I was embarrassed for him to see me naked but as I look back I needed to be paddled for what I did. I could have gotten in more trouble that night for sneaking out of my room
i remeber once when my mother told me not to put a spoon im our mixer because it will break (well something like that)but i did it anyways and as sonn as she saw she put me over her lap at the kitchen table and lifted my dress up and pulled my underwear down and just sat there i started to move but she hit me so hard with a metal spoon one of the big ones that i just slummed in her lap she asked me if i was gonna do it agian and i said no and she did the whole i did tell u not to do it and that it could be dangerious and every thing but while she was spanking me my dad came in and he was so mad that my mom had to spank me that he went and got his belt. i had to get naked and he throw me in a cold bath the while i was still wet spanked me with him belt i was embarresed and ashamed that i never tried to help my mum in the kitchen again
When I went to school I was not a great child in school but I did try. I had trouble with the work but the teachers thought I was goofing off and not trying. In Grade 5 there was this teacher I had and he was sort of nice but I could tell he had a mean streak to him. We were reading from our books and it came to me and I said were are we first and he said if you pay attention you know now we are on page 3. So I found were we were and read and then the bell rang and the teacher asked me to stay behind. After the ohters had all gone the teacher called me up to him and said to me I’m going to teach you a lesson so you will not be like this in class. He took the chair from behind the desk and sat down and told me to take down my pants and underwere and bend over so I did and I got the strap like you would never belive but I do not think after that I got any more at school but I got alot at home from my dad.
I’ve been spanked upside down held tightly agenst my mom’s chest BUTT NAKED as she spanked my butt SPANK SPANK SPANK
my three sisters and i were spanked bare bottom with a wooden paddle. Mom would do the spanking and we were spanked till out bottoms were numb. we did not sit comfortable for a day or two. we know thank our mother for the way she disciplined us as we are all successful business women. all four of us are married and yes we spank our children the same way.
I remember my last spanking at age 16. I told my mother that I was spending the night with a friend but I really went to a party at a hotel. The party was busted and the police called the parents of the underage people. When my mother showed up I knew I was in for it. When I got home, My shirt went up and my panties went down. Mom wore my butt out with the paddle. I did not sit for two days. Believe me, I learnt my lesson, never to lie to your mother.
I was a child of the 50s and a teenager of the 60s. My mother believed in discipline. Usually I got my legs smacked. It happened about once a month I would think. Usually there and then. Skirt up, and the number of slaps on the bare thighs that seemed appropriate. For more serious offences, it was stand on a chair in the kitchen, “Hold your dress right up young lady.” Then I was taught a lesson with the ruler, or the wooden spoon, and my bare legs would be very well reddened. However, a direct act of disobedience, lying, or stealing earned what she called, “A damned good spanking.” That was at home, in my bedroom, and after her hairbrush had been used across my knickers, as I lay over her knee, I would be told. “Stand up and pull your knickers down. You need your bare bottom well smacked.” This probably only happened once or twice a year. My worse memories are when I was near too, and in my teens. I think I was probably 12, and it was 1962. Skirts were getting shorter. Mum and I were shopping for school uniform. I was arguing that I wanted the shorter version of the navy blue skirt. I became cheeky, and very vocal. Defiant even. I was wearing the shorter version of the skirt I had insisted in trying on. She said I could not have it. I swore. That was it. In a crowded department store she lifted the hem of the skirt and smacked my legs, right at the top. I tried to resist, but she kept lifting it up, front and back, and smacking me very hard. The assistant said. “Well done!” After about a dozen smacks she told the assistant she would take both skirts, and that I would get no pocket money until the price of the short one was paid back to her. The assistant praised her for disciplining me. My Mother replied. “That is nothing to what I am going to give her at home. She has earned a spanking on her bare bottom.” I was very embarrassed. Not only had lots of people in the store had a good view of me in my navy school knickers, but all within earshot knew how I would be punished at home. My red face probably matched her hand marks on my thighs. On the way home she stopped twice in the street to smack my legs again. Each time there were people who saw my knickers. Also, on both occasions, she made it clear to all,what she would be giving me at home. When we got there she sat me down and told me how dissappointed she was in me. Explained that she had to have authority for my own good. She told me I would only wear the short skirt for punishments. Also that I was going to get “the tanning of my life.” She said that from here on she would be stricter. She sent me to my room, and came up with a bamboo cane. First she had me over her knee, and smacked my bottom very hard with her hand; first on my knickers, and afterwards with them round my ankles. Then she told me to pull my knickers up and lay on the bed. I was going to learn never to create a scene and defy her again. She pulled my skirt up and gave me 12 strokes of the cane. I was screaming. “Stand up.” She said “Take your knickers down…Right down.” I lay back on the bed.”Now young lady I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget.” Lifting my skirt again she gave me 12 more hard strokes across my sore bare bottom. I lay there for ages afterwards sobbing. Eventually she brought me a cup of tea. She hugged me, and told me that it was for my own good. She warned me that the cane would be used through my teens, because she loved me. It was. I frequently got my legs smacked until I was 18, and went to university. I got the cane probably about 25 times over the next 6 years. I do not resent it. In the shop I showed her up, and so she showed me up. I did deserve the cane that night. I never got one slap that was not deserved. Once or twice in adulthood, I have almost wished she would still administer needed discipline. I grew up well, have no criminal record, a good career, and a happy family. Like some others on this site, I am pleased my mother was strict with me. Spanking has its place. Times change, and most frown on it now. I dread to think what I would have been like with out a mother who was prepared to redden my legs or bottom when it was needed. She did very well for a single Mother.
I never had a problem taking someones child over my knee. I was a caregiver for many years and that was many years ago.
A properly administered spanking changes a child immediately. Its important that the child know that a follow up spanking will be administered if the first didnt get the message through. Parents and caregivers shouldn’t feel uncomfortable with removing underpants in order to administer a “proper” spanking. All of the spankings I gave were with the child’s pants and underwear down or panties and skirt down, or dress held high up their back. On the occasion the child is close to bed time or bath than in is a good time to have them remove all their clothing.
This is the way I did it and the way it was done to me. Making a child remove their clothing was also a way of punishing them. The child rarely wants to take their pants down for a spanking. Making the child lay over or crawl across your lap is also part of the punishment. It shows that you are in control. If a child refuses to pull down their pants than a stern warning of a more sever spanking must be given. If the child still refuses than you yourself must bare the child’s bottom and it is then that a much longer, harder spanking is given as promised. It is then that the child sees that you are not joking.
The next time you tell that child to bare their bottom they will obey. I never spanked a child younger than 3 and then only lightly. They are too small. A child of 3 - 5 is given a spanking to shock them and get their attention. Teach basic right from wrong quickly. Once a child becomes self important, stubborn and arrogant of authority than its time to give a real spanking. Around 5-6 is a good age to tan their tender bottoms.They are by now big enough that they wont break. And they will try to impose their will over you.
An 8 year old should know what a “good long hard spanking” feels like. Spankings can be administer to children as old as 10 and 11. Of course it depends on the child will and personality and such. Ive known many children that never needed a spanking at all. It all depends on the child.
I spank both boys and girls the same. If a boy or girl of 10 refuses to remove their underwear and bend across your lap that you must do it.
Spank with your hand. I mostly only ever used my flat open hand. I never liked the idea of using a weapon on a child. If the child were strong willed and obstinate I would increase the number of smacks. Some children are spanked too much and become “immune” to where they dont seem to mind that you are painting their back porch red.
I have used a thick wooden ruler and on occasion a small cutting board. At about 10″ long(not including the handle), about 3″ wide and less than 1/2″ thick. It had a comfortable handle and wasn’t too heavy as to bruise the child’s bottom.
I spanked until the bottom is deeply reddened. I do not believe in beating a child.
Take the child to a quiet calm place, they dont need an audience. Have the child comply in a calm low voice. Yelling only made the child panic and more frantic. Try to be loving. Children are wonderful gifts from above that need our guidance.
A spanking shouldn’t be violent. It should be a controlled, calm application of smacks.
Its not a game and the child must learn that what they did was wrong and to NOT do it again. This said you must spank fairly hard. These shouldn’t be love taps. The child must know right away that this is for real.
Try to do it calmly. Don’t be enraged at the time. Don’t spank in anger.The child will view as unstable and out of control, not someone with whom to look up to.
Slap the bottom using palm and fingers and you will know its being done correctly by the sting of your own hand. You will also see that your own hand is turning red.
The child will beg and promise to behave and cry out but this is not the time to give in. You must spank until the child stops battling you for control and realizes that YES they are indeed getting a promised spanking and that yes you were serious.
I found that once a child stops squirming and fighting their cries change. The child no longer cries in anger at you and the world, they are crying because they are finally submitting to a well deserved spanking.
Sound is important. A child will be shocked a the sound of your hand landing on their bare bum. It will get their attention in no uncertain terms. The sting will be extremely effective and the warmth and redness of the punishment should last for quite some time after as a reminder.
Don’t stop until the buttocks are deep red. If they have warranted an more sever spanking than spank hard enough that the child is rocked forward across your lap. Don’t stop until they are tired and still. Then give them a minute to rest and stop crying before letting them up. This is a good time to discuss what it is they did wrong and how it is they wont do it again OR ELSE!
Even older children of 10. Have the child dress themselves and the dept is paid. The child can be sent outside to play, not sulk.
Some parents believe in rubbing soothing lotion on the child’s bottom just after spanking, before they are let up. Thats up to the caregiver.
I know that many of you modern parents dont agree with my ways but at just shy of 75, this my opinion.
The good old days.
I was spanked as a child and into my teens a few times. I am glad they cared enough to do so. I went to a christan boarding school that spanked and I would say I learned my lesson. I spanked my children and they are ok. As long as you spank on the butt and don’t go over board. I got 5 to 7 swats it hurt i cried but i didn’t dp it again. I was at a party when I was 16 and they started to drink and do drugs i called my mom to come and het me and she seen i knew to take my self out and know that I wouldm’t ne in toube cause i went to her for help.It taught me right from wrong but I knew I could go to them if i needed to without fear. I did do something that was bad and i felt cuilty and told my parents they were going to do nothing about it since i told them but i told them i was wrong and desearved to be spanked that surprised them but I felt better after i was spanked even thouhgh it hurt and i cried,
I was spanked mainly by my mom from age 4 until almost 13. She believed that bare bottom spankings was the best way to punish boys and also believed that the punishment should follow the misbehavior as quickly as possible. This resulted in many embarassing spankings in front of aunts and cousins, friends and playmates, as well as neighborhood moms and their kids. If I was lucky, I would get a warning that in itself was very embarassing… “Do you want me to take down your pants in front of everyone?” This would cause me to freeze, trying to think of just how to reply. One wrong word and the threat was carried out. As I became older, around 9 or 10, having my pants taken down in front of girls close to my age became much worse than the spanking itself, but when I complained about being to old to be spanked in front of girls, she simply replied “then don’t misbehave in front of them.”
I think that it really boils down to the individual child and what other forms of discipline has failed. I was spanked probably 3-4 times a week until I was 12 and I responded very poorly to this form of discipline because I thought something was wrong with me and not my behavior. In psychology we call this Shame vs Guilt; the idea behind discipline is not to cause shame, which is the feeling that something is wrong with us. But rather, to cause guilt for that individual’s actions. I am not for or against spanking children but I do believe that you can raise kids without physical discipline by teaching that actions have consequences.
In conclusion, I encourage parents to, when a spanking is necessary, observe how the child feels about that and why (s)he believes they being punished in this fashion. A spanking that a child recognizes the cause being they actions can be a uplifting feeling as it removes guilt and lets them start anew.
Talk to your children before you spank, you’d be amazed at the quality of input they’ll have. In my family as a child, I was forbidden to say anything before or after a spanking and this breaks down family communication; so please everyone spank with love and think before you hit.
Yes, I have been spanked in my childhood. And, I’m proud of it. It tought me right from rong. When my mother spanked me. I didn’t think she was hitting me becouse she hated me. She spanked me becouse she loved me. The worstest spanking was. When she caught me playing with matches. An started the dog house on fire. Will, I tell you. She took a couple of branches from the rose bush. An made my bare butt on fire. I learned from that one whipping. I got spanked at least ones a week. And wouldn’t want it any other way.
Yes, I was spanked as a chld. My bottom was bare of course. A foul mouth always meant a crimsom bavkside. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way!
My sister and I were spanked by both parents always otk and with a paddle my dad made. Laurie and I were always getting into trouble together and we always got spanked together. Spankings were given through our senior year of high school. The number of sways was always out age plus five for minor things and age plus ten for serious things. We did not sit well after a spanking.
My two siblings and I were always paddled my mom. Spankings were always given over moms knee and on the bare bottom. To embarass us mom would always spank us in the kitchen, so who was ever their either swa and heard us getting spanked. The worst spanking I ever reccieved was when I was 15. Mom had dropped me off at a church youth meeting and as always told me to call her if no adult showed up. Normally I did, but this particular time I decided to stay. When mom picked me up later I told her there was adults there. Once home, I went in and took my shower before going to bed. I heard my mom call me as I was walking to my room. Having just my robe on, I said “just a minute” but she yelled “NO NOW”. As I walked into the kitchen I saw the paddle laying on the table. With out saying a word, Mom grabbed hold of me, put me over her knee, raised my robe up and paddeled my bottom like there was no tomorrw. Pleading for her to stop went on deaf ear. After a good twenty or more swats, mom stopped. She then scolded me for disobeying and lying to her while I was still over her knee. Sobbing and still kicking I kept saying I was sorry and I will not lie again. She then gave me another five or six swats, stood me up and sent me to bed. It was very uncomfortable the next day sitting on those hard wood chairs in school.
Today, I thank her for being so strict and spanking me when I needed one. I spank my children the same way and for the same rules that I was spanked for.
i was spanked often as igot older .father was very strict with me, believed in ‘ spare the rod….’. my parents both felt the same about puninishing me , altough father was always the one to see it thru. mother would never not tell dad if i misbehaved even a little. she would send me to my room to wait until dad got home.this was the way it was as long as i wanted to live under their roof.dads chosen implement was a hard leather strap , about 2 feet long and 2 inches wide.it was always hanging on the fridge in plain sight as a reminder that i better not break any of the rules, of which there were many. when i was to be strapped i was first lectured by both mom and dad downstairs, then sent back to my room to wait for dad.i waited in dread for what seemed like forever ,realy only an hour or so .he would walk in my room with the dreaded strap in hand tell me to strip frm the waist down and to lay down on my bed . he laid it on very hard so in a minute or so my hands would attempt to protect my bottom he would stop and make me hold onto the headboard with orders to not move them again. when my hands finnaly obeyed he would begin laying it on me again .this time when my hands let go of the headboard i would get a few licks on my thighs until i regriped the headboard.this went on until i was crying and pleading for him to stop.when it was finally over my bottom and thighs were very red and marked. i would always have to go back downstairs and stand in the living room in the corner for a while and told to not rub my bottom or i would get a few more.this was the way it was until i moved out at 27 years old. to this day father says im not to old for a good strapping .im now 29 ,the strap is still on the fridge,when i see it i still get pale and get that same feeling of dread despite having been whipped with it every few weeks for years
When I was 12 I got put across my dads knee, had my pyjama bottoms yanked down and got my bare bottom spanked in front of mum, brother and aunt and uncle. He put my hand up my back so I couldnt move and spanked me as I cried and begged him to stop. It still sends shivers down my back today. It hurt and was soooo embarrassing. Im 42 now. Sarah
Sarah. Was that the only spanking you ever gotton?
I was spanked as a child only my mother did it she spanked my bare bottom for coming home late from school and it was hard and she used her bare hand.
You bet, dad used his belt or if we were in real serious trouble, like getting a call from school, he’d take me and my bros to the woodshed, which we had in our back yard, and have me drop my jeans and shorts, bend over the wooden horse, and let the strop fly across my bare ass. I’d get at least 20 strokes, more like 30, and remember my older bro getting whipped for about 15 min. We couldn’t sit down for at least a week. We all are college grads, professional hard workers, good at sports and , yes I do spank my 3 sons, still share the razor strop with my younger bro. We live on the smae farm we did growing up, have houses about 3 ac. apart.
Yep, dad used the belt.i spank my kids, but only if they deserve. its over the knee bare bottomed with my bare hand.
Just hand on pants. Very regularly, long sessions over my grandmothers lap. There was never a time I never felt loved, and I appreciate the upbringing that way. I grew used to the bottom warmings and it often left me in a feeling of comfort afterward. I was lovingly disciplined.
I was spanked as a child, but it was usually when my parents were mad. They would ignore wrongdoing if they were tired, but then the same thing could bring a spanking. I thought it was only fair when I had done something wrong to be disciplined that way, because I knew ahead of time what the consequences would be, but I wish they had been consistent and not spanked in anger. I was usually spanked with a belt. I think it was unfair that my mother would make us wait all day until my father came home — that was kind of emotional torture.
I do spank my child, with a wooden spoon, but never when I am angry. I am very matter-of-fact about it. I usually warn my child, and I only spank when it is a rebellious flaunting of the rules that she is well aware of — when she is refusing to obey my authority and clearly knows what she is doing is wrong. I never spank for childish irresponsibility (breaking something accidentally, for example). I spank 2-3 times, enough for the pain to be a reminder that she made a bad decision, and I always make sure that I tell her it was her choice to break the rule that resulted in the spanking, and that she is in control of whether or not she is spanked by whether or not she chooses to break the rules. She is rarely spanked because most of the time she is obedient and respectful, so it’s not necessary, and she receives a ton of love and affection.
was never punished with hair brush or hand spanked growing up. Mom always used switches. She’d go cut one and I’d watch from inside my room, while she walked toward house stripping off small limbs and leaves. I’d be in my room undress from waist down, shaking, sobbing softly and butter flies in my stomach. She’d come into room and ask me if I was sorry for what i had done, and I’d reply “yes, Mam. Then she would reply, “we will find out very shortly’. Then she’d grasp my left arm in her left hand and turn me around, and begin to switch me. Switch was about 5 ft long, keen on end, and would wrap around my thighs and buttocks. She went down each side of my legs, to just above me knees. I can’t tell how many licks I received, but when it was over, I’d be jumping around, rubbing my sore, aching bottom. I’d have stripes for at least 3 days and stood to eat several meals.
I was a extremely naughty child and was spanked quite often. I spank my 7 kids. 3 of them remind them of myself.
Yes, I was spanked by mom and never regretted it.I was so naughty as a child that she couldn’t control me with yelling or lecturing.Only her slipper could really make me behave.She gave me smacks over pants but she also hit my thighs and back of the legs.I got scared just with her move to take off the slipper but after so many years,I realize that her spankings were justified and did good to me
I was spanked and I’m glad because it may have hurt then, but it’s not like it damages you your whole life. Being beaten is a different story but I know that if I got spanked I didn’t do whatever I did to deserve it again! and my parents would always say they were sorry and hated to do it to me but you cant act bad when you know better, it’s not like they hate you just bc they give you spankings!
I wasn’t spanked. I was beaten. My mom took the strap to me for every offense. If I didn’t eat enough, she got the strap. If I ate too much she was on me with the belt. If she didn’t like my tone of voice I got a beating. Always the same. I had to take my panties down, kneel on the bed and she would wail on me with my fathers leather strap until I was crying my eyes out. I still cringe when I hear the word “strap” today. My husband knows not to use it.
I can’t imagine beings spanked with a whip or any instrument for that matter. I was always spanked with the hand. I also spank with my hand, OTK, delivering anwhere from 10-25 smacks, depending on the severity of the infraction, to a bared bottom. I have 2 children and have not had to spank them but maybe twice a piece. And I don’t just pat them, I deliver nice solid smacks with a palmed hand to their bottoms until they are crimson red and stinging. I never use any instrument just my hand, and they are giving only for serious offenses, because they are not forgotten.
No belts for me. I spank on the bare tushie and I give only 4 or 5 swats but they are very hard and believe me my kids feel them.
Thats a tough one to answer. Was I spanked and how do I feel about it now?
My stepfather was big on spanking. About the time I was 8 or 9 it had become a fact of life. Always the same procedure of having him taking ALL my clothes off. I hated it actually. He talked in a calm voice, never yelling. He sat on the edge of their bed,lifting me up and lay me face down across his lap. Sometimes mom was made to watch as part of the whole thing. I always knew it was going to be hard. He always slapped my bum hard. I would lose my breath and cry out because it hurt so much. Hand only and for a good long time after I stopped squirming. No amount of “sorry I wont do it again, I PROMISE!” ever worked. I would say about 40 smacks and my rear end would be on fire. When it was over I was required to cry myself out on his lap before getting up. Then he would lift me up and sit me on his lap facing him for snuggles and hugs and tell me he loved me. He hated doing it but I needed to learn to be a good girl.
Once I turned 11 I no longer had to take everything off. It was just done pants and panties down. I was bigger then and I would lay across their bed on top of pillows. Ill never forget it. Today I realize its made me a better person. I dont lie, I’m a polite professional. I spank my two sons 6 and 8 the same way. I dont fool around one bit and they know it. I spank them hard and with my hand. I dont stop until their bottoms are RED!! Its important knowing how a spanking feels. I appreciate the lessons I learned growing up. I know exactly how hot their little bottoms feel from my own experience. I know just how much it stings.They get at least 2o smacks of my hand. If its a very serious offence its up around 30-40. It leaves their whole bottom completely solid red. Then its off to the tub for a bath and to bed. Guarantee I dont have to do it often.
Growing up in the 1970s my Mom was a single parent. My sisters and I usually stayed out of trouble but on those rare occasions when we needed to be punished, we got spanked. My mom never used a belt or paddle. It was always across her lap, bare hand on bare tushy. It certainly had an impact on our behavior! It’s probably why we only got it a few times and all went on to become successful professionals, with our own families. I have my own girls now and like my Mom, I am slow to punish (largely because I rarely need to) but when they deserved it, I had no problem with giving a sound spanking.
im 25 and I still live with my parents, my parents mostly my mother still spanks me, I get spanked on my bare bottom over her knees, I get spanked for breaking curfew and talking back, the last spanking I got was last friday night I got for comming home at 2am when my curfew is 12:30, my pzrents are very strict I even have a bedtime during the week its 9:30, my dad told me I will be spanked till I move out.I know that is true becauce my sister was 30 when she got married and was still spanked.
I was spanked as a young child and then told I was finished receiving spankings about age 10. That lasted until I was 13 when I rolled my eyes and told my mother to shut up. She pulled me over her knee, raised my skirt, pulled my panties down and spanked my bare behind hard and long. She declared at that time that it was obvious I needed my attitude adjusted through spanking my bare bottom. The next day she went out and bought a “fanny paddle” which hung on the kitchen wall. I had many more spankings, all well deserved, before they stopped at age 17+. I am glad I was spanked as that was the only discipline that worked with me. Sure, sometimes it was embarrassing when I realized my friends had overhead warnings about spankings or noticed my eyes puffy from crying hard from a well warmed bottom. All in all, the spankings were effective and I would recommend them for rebellious, strong willed kids like I was.
I don’t agree with parents spanking their children.Today it is called child abuse. I understand that children can be very bad, but some other kind of punishment would be better. In my case, it made me dispise my father for hitting and kicking us in the butt. Sometimes he would use a wooden oar.I have lots of bad memories of my father beating us. It has left me with an emotional scar, that I have tried to forget, but it still remains locked up in my memory.Once,he beat the crap out of me, because I called the “other woman” that had the nerve to call our house a whore.
It makes me cry, to hear of all of the spankings parents give children.
Do you reilly get spanked into your 20s, I stoped getting spanked when I was 17 tho my sister once got one at 19.
Yes i was also spanked as a child just over the knee bare bottom spankings. I think i deserved them. I was very naughty
Yes I do get spanked at 25, my dad belives that if you live at home you obey his rules or be spanked, in fact I got spanked about an hour ago, for not comming home strait from work without calling, dad took the hairbrush to my bare bottom and im grounded this weekend, I cryed like a baby, the most embrassing thing was I had to call my girl friend and tell her im being punished, she asked me how my dad punishes me I told her he spanked me and grounded me.
My mother spanked my sister and me with a wooden spatula we all called her paddle. She’d pin my arm up behind my back and spank me until I was crying. For real bad things she’d pull my pants down but then she only used her hand, until I was 9 or so then the paddle came out for that too and everything was pants and panties down. It was a light wooden spatula so didn’t leave marks, it yould make my bum red but no marks and she could give me more if she didn’t think it did the job the first time with no problem, it was all sting. She carried it in her purse and would take it out almost anywhere there was privacy and now it’s in my purse and used on my kids.
I was spanked as a kid. Mostly with a hand but occasionally my father would spank me with his belt if I did something particularly bad. Always on the bare butt - no exceptions.
My husband and I rarely spanked our kids. I could probably count on the fingers of one hand the number of times they got spanked. We spanked on their underwear, not bare. And we never used anything but a hand.
The result. 3 doctors and 1 Engineer - all off the payroll!
I never got spanked but did get hit once. I was older, in my teens and cursed at my father with the “mother” of all curse words (the “f” word)so he cracked me right across the face. At the time I was scared to death but I deserved it. That was the first and last time I did that.
My mum spanked me. Bare bottomed over her knee. She made me pull my own knickers down and submit to it. I feel really angry when I think about it - I know that I should forgive her for it, but I can’t. I think that she actually enjoyed humiliating me (not just the spanking - the general way that she behaved towards me when I was a child…she had a very cruel sense of humour). In some ways, I actually hate her.
She’s a primary school teacher and it cuts me up when I see the way she behaves towards children in her class. She’s firm but essentially very nice to them - why did I, her own daughter, never get that sort of tolerance? She was always telling me that I was an embarassment, that I was selfish and ungrateful, etc. She even read my personal diary and then went ape-shit because I had written some less-than-complementary things about her. My mum didn’t seem to believe in giving me privacy.
I have a fairly good relationship with her now, but there’s always anger and resentment simmering under the surface. I try to move on from it and I think that I hide it from her pretty well. However, I do feel as though I’ve been permanently scarred by awful parenting (of which the spanking was only part).
I was spanked as a child, usually by my overly-frustrated mother who grabbed a wooden spoon or something, because she would hurt her hand if she used that. Usually only a few whacks, but definitely enough to feel it. My dad, then later my step-dad, did the more hurtful spankings. When I was about 12, I told my step-dad that if he ever hit me again, I would call the police. He stopped, but unfortunately my younger (then
sister got the raw end of the deal. It was spankings, never a black eye or broken bone, stuff like that, but still… I’m only 25, and she’s 21, and to this day, I wish I would have stopped him from hitting her, too.
yep i was spanked as a kid by my dad, then told i coould not cry!! wtf is that?? clearly we are close, NOT!! i do sometimes spank my kids only when everything else does not get thru to them but i still let them know that i love them and always will and they need to get their behavior undercontrol. and i never tell them not to cry or pull them up by the top of their hair!!!
I’m 23 now and I can still remember getting smacked by my Dad. I’m not sure how often the smacking took place but I recall a handful of times while I was growing up and remember the marks that he left on my bottom, legs and face. If I had done something so bad, shouldn’t I be able to remember what it was? He brings up discipline, even now, even now that I’ve moved out, he will still make references to how important ‘discipline’ is. While I understand that children need discipline to learn wrong from right, I believe in talking to children and coming down to their level about what is going on. I don’t believe that I was an unruly child. I’ve been told that when I was a toddler I was hyper-active and would often have tantrums when we were out shopping etc. Isn’t this pretty normal for a 2 year old? Is smacking really the way to react to this situation? Also, I had no brothers or sisters, was it that I had a lack of stimulation and so much energy that I played up to my parents? I think whatever the behaviour that a child is displaying, there is a reason for it and it is up the parent to work it out. Nobody else knows your children like you do and I definitely think children know how to push their parents buttons.
But what I can’t seem to understand is why I let him hit me up until I was in my teens. I remember a specific time where I brought a friend around to my house and I started ‘being cheeky’ to my Dad. I have no idea what exactly I was doing or saying but I think I was in stroppy teenager mode and I remember him dragging me across the floor to hit me across the bottom or face. I’m not sure where he hit me but I do remember the way I felt. This was in front of my friend and to this day, I am still humiliated by this. I curse myself for not standing up for myself and giving him one back! A lot of the time, after being hit, I wouldn’t cry. I think it had come to a point where I would not show my Dad how much he was hurting me.
I have come to the conclusion that my Dad is a control freak and has anger issues. His fight for power is something that has affected me and I feel I could never forgive him. During my adult life, I feel I have little confidence to get where I want to be, low self esteem and I always want to please everybody. I put other people before myself as I don’t feel that I am worthy of good things. I genuinely believe that what happened when I was younger has affected me - I’ve been thinking about this for a while - trying to work out why I have little confidence and why I seem to settle for second best. I could be looking into this too much.
At this point, I should add that family life really wasn’t always bad. My parents have always tried to give me everything the best that they could. Is this them feeling guilty and trying to make it up to me? There were rough times but I always remember the ‘little chats’ that had to go on every time something my Dad disagreed with took place. He would sometimes tell me that we need a ‘chat’ at the beginning of the day and then not speak to me about it until the end of the day because he was in work. This would leave me worrying and frightened to go home from school because I knew that I was going to be having a telling’off in the night. I would never be able to win these arguments, as Dad could never see my point of view. This is something that I feel I have carried with me as I hate confrontation now and never feel that I will win in a disagreement. This comes down to confidence as I mentioned before.
The reason I am writing this is because I don’t know if I am right to blame him for the way I have grown up. I disagree with the the smacking and the power trips which he often displayed and know that it wasn’t my fault for the way he handled situations. I am also aware that I was not an angel when I was younger. I would push the boundaries with my parents but I feel that every teenager pushes their boundaries to see what they can get away with. I am not making excuses for myself. I agree that I needed to be disciplined when I came in late at night. Sometimes, I would be 1 minute late and the same punishment would be used- did it matter if I came home I minute late or 1 hour late? The punishment still would have been one of our ‘chats’ and sometimes a smack for being cheeky. He didn’t want to listen when I told him that all my other friends didn’t have a curfew and I always had to leave early and look ’stupid’ in front of my friends leaving early when we were having fun. I see now that he was looking out for me. He wanted to give me a curfew to know that I was home safe. But being 1 minute late and going mad? Is that really looking out for me or is it another craze in his power trip? Did he look for things that I did wrong so that he could have a go at me and inevitably, I would end up doing something ‘wrong’.
I just thought I would share this as smacking can have long lasting affects on children. If you think I am looking too much into my childhood, I am happy to listen. I’m not sure if I am right to blame my parents for the skills that I lack today but I can’t helping feeling like it is partly them to blame.
Yes I was spanked growing up and also as teen.
It was the norm and by us children accepted and expected that we had to be spanked when we misbehaved. It hurt and at times the situation could also be embarrassing but it helped us to learn how to behave and be obedient and respectful. It also taught us that we were accountable for our actions and that some actions have pleasant consequences but other have unpleasant consequences.
I believe that it was good and helpful for me to be spanked growing up and I have never hesitated to spank my daughter and two stepdaughters who all 3 are responding well to this kind of punishment.
My sister and I were spanked by our mother when ever we disobeyed. All spankings were given over her knee with the paddle that my father made just for her. Spankings were given up to our senior year of high school. Now that we are both married and have children of our own, we both spank and with the paddle their grandpa made. We spank the same way our mother spanked us and probably until they graduate high school.
My mother spanked me bent over her knee on my bare bottom usually with a slipper or a hairbrush.She always sent me to my room and I had to wait for her to come up which seemed like an eternity.
Dad spanked me for the more serious offences and made me bend over either ths back of our sofa or the dining room table.Again it was given on my bare bottom and he used either a cane or his belt.
At the time I hated being spanked but now I realise they were given for good reasons and I no doubt deserved every one.
I as spanked, and i did hate it. I was being bad one day. So my mum sent me to the studie, she had this big arm chair and she sat on it. I bent over her lap and she pulled down my jeans. Then spanked me 5 times. She then realised i wasnt crying enough so then she slipped my pants down. She gave me one spanked and i cryed out “mummy please no” she got me up and told me to bend over the table. she hated when we talked in our spanking, she said we must not complain we should be thankfull. She got the wooden ruler, i had never had this before. She told me to keep still and to count outlaod, and is i tried to stop he i would have 5 more slaps. She gave me the first wack and said you must learn a lesson. She then rumbed my bottom so the pain would go away. Then she spanked me again, and then rubbed it. She carryed on till 30 spanks. She then told me to lower my jeans to see my thighs and gave me 30 swats on the thighs. I was crying sooo hard it hurt soo much then she told me to take my jeans off. she then gave me 30 on my calf. It hurt then she spanked my bottom again and said ” you are a very bad girl and if you are like this again i will give you double” i
then nodded me head. She made me pull up my pants and jean, she then said sit on the chair. My bum and legs hurt and she new i would be in pain. I did and i cryed. she mde me sit on the chair for 10 mins. The whole spanking lasted a hour and i never did it again.
I was spanked by my mum when I was naughty
I would be told “go to your room for and I shall follow you up and I am going to smack your bottom”
I would be left waiting for at least half an hour then she would enter the room with her leather solded slipper sit down on the bed put me across her knee and wallop my bottom
If she was in a bad mood my trousers and underpants would be pulled down and my bare bottom smacked. I recken she used to give me upto 100 whacks - She always said that a smacked bottom do no good unless I way crying like a baby afterwards
this went on ubitl I left home at the age of 19
Yes, I was spanked when I was little. It was more embarrassing but it hurt too. She would threaten to spank me in front of friends or family when I was acting up which was so embarrassing. I only remember a few times when she spanked me in public which was so humiliating. I remember how much it hurt so I try not to spank my kids now, but sometimes it is necessary. Especially with five little ones running around it can be the only resort, and it definitely works but it breaks my heart to spank them. I never spank them in public, only in front of thier siblings at times. And I never spank with anything but my hand, except for the wooden spoon sometimes in the kitchen. I remember my mother spanked me and my siblings with not only her hand, but a belt, hairbrush, it was horrible. After my I had my first little one I said to myself I would never spank them but now with five kids, it really is the only way sometimes.
I was never spanked. I will not use spanking as a method of disclipine for my child. Hitting is hitting, whether it be a spank, a slap, a backhand or a punch. Period. I don’t hit my husband when he does something “wrong.” Why on earth would I do it to my child?! In addition, those who do spank cross the line. Spanking is to teach a child right from wrong. Too often do I see parents spanking out of their own frustration. THAT IS WRONG. I think spanking is a cowardly way to disclipine. How about sitting your child down and explaining why he/she is in trouble? How about talking to your child and processing through his/her issue? Raising a hand to anyone is wrong unless, of course, it’s in self-defense.
i was spanked some on my bare butt and i thimk it is ok to spank because it gets they point across.
This is about a co-worker that was a single mom,and we became very friendly since we worked side by side for many years. she had a beautiful daughter that was 9 when we first met.She believed in strong discipline and embarrassment when it came to her daughter. She would invite me over her house often,and many times I would see her in action when it came to her daughter.She would either make her daughter take her clothes off ,or sometimes she would stand her in front of her and remove it all. Next came 30 min of corner time in front of us,while we watched t.v. and had drinks. After that she would call her over and put her over her knees for a hand spanking (she called it a warm up) then she grabbed a ping pong paddle with holes in it and make her stand and count 20 out loud with her hands on the back of her neck.Then another 1/2 hour of corner time and off to bed naked. This went on till she was 16 years old.
When I was about 5 until I was about 12 my two brothers who were one and two yrs. older than me were either spanked or whipped with the belt depending on the infraction, always bare bottom. My mom always had my dad administer the punishment I had heard her say to him that’s part of being a father, do your job. If punishment was needed mom and dad would take us into their bedroom. If spanking was the punishment my dad would sit on their bed, tell me to come to him, pull my pants down and bend me over his knee and administer the spanking. If it was a whipping, I was told to pull my pants down and my dad got the belt out of their closet and I had to bend over their bed. My mom always wittnessed the punishment to increase the shamefulness. It was normally ten spanks or whips. If I had misbehaved my mom would say you’re father’s going to hear about this, I knew what that ment! The anticipation and fear was enough in itself but it doesn’t mean a thing unless you carry it out. My husband and I discipline the same way with our 7 y/o girl and 5 y/o boy. It worked for me and it’s working for them.
All spanking in our house was done with the belt for as long as I can remember. Even my little 3 year old brother got whipped. We have to kneel on the bed with our face in the pillow and get out bare hineys “way up in the air”. Then they whip away. It hurts. My mon and my dad both use the belt but my dad hurts much more. I will never hit my kids.
i got slapped wen i was a kid and only twice got wat i would call a hiding, first time with my mums hair brush wen i was 8 i was put over her knee and had she smacked my bare behind about 6 times with it and the second time was wen i was 13 my parents found out i was drinking and smoking with friends so my dad followed me and caught me in the act. he took me home and lethered my backside with his slipper, i NEVER smaked ever again and only drank wen i turned 18. as much as at the time it was not pleasant and i used to cry and get angry when i was smacked i do think it worked on me, but is not the same for every1 else.
I was spanked when I was growing up, mostly my mum and always on the bare bottom! I would be sent to my room and she would come into my room and tell me to take my pants down and lay on my bed, she would hold my harm so I could not cover my bottom and spank me har till my bottom was very red. usually with her hand, but I did get the dreaded leather slipper twice I think for a bad school report which stung so much, she always made sure you got a hiding,and did not stop till she thought was ready. I used to be scared of her and dread the spankings, I stole something when I was 11 and my dad took his belt to my bare bottom, but he did not do it with much force even though I cried. My mum always spanked really hard, I always thought her hand hurt the most left red hand prints for a few hours.
I cant say i am pleased or enjoyed getting hidings, but look back and think they did not do me any harm and I am a nice person with a good job. I dont have children so can not say If i would spank them.
I was spanked as a kid and all it accomplished was me to never trust anyone. If my mom could spank me….everyone else will definetely kill me.
No thank you. I want to live with dignity.
My brother and I were spanked by my mom from the time were each about two years old (I’m older) pretty much every single day until I was in my early teen years. At some point in my early teens, I told her spanking was child abuse and she switched to hitting me across the face with a rolled up wet towel.
No infraction was too small to deserve a spanking. Get lost in the store and ask for help from a salesperson - a spanking. Forget to take out the dog - a spanking. Look at my mother the wrong way (what was the wrong way-we never knew) - a spanking. I would try so hard to be good so she just wouldn’t hit me today. After all a good day was one where we didn’t get spanked.
Spanking meant being sent up to your room to wait - you never knew how long. I had to take my panties off in front of her, pull up my dress and lie across her lap. Total submission and it was all terrifying. I knew no one would be coming to take care of me. She would spank hard in a state of extreme anger across my (or my brother’s) bare bottom. There was no counting, no idea when it would end. It only ended when my mother exhausted herself of her anger. I would cry and scream and beg for her to stop, but she never listened to my pain or pleas, she would just spank more and harder. Eventually, I learned to just submit and that nothing would change so why cry.
My butt would be so sore I couldn’t sit down after. At first she hit us with her bare hand. It was not long before she switched to a wooden spoon. But she broke that on one of us, so she switched to using the back of my brother’s tortoiseshell brush, which was even more painful and would leave marks.
My brother sometimes got hit with a belt. I would try to take some of blame and thus some of the beatings as he always got it worse than me. I remember watching him stand facing the wall bare-bottomed while she whipped him with a belt from behind. My mother told me when he was born that he was mine to take care of, so I would be horrified that she was hurting him.
I have spent over 15 years in therapy working through the emotional scars left from this abuse. I lack self-confidence, I don’t trust people and I am such a perfectionist that I am terrified that if I mess something up the world will end. I still have trouble crying and I find my own anger terrifying. Those are the lessons I learned as an abused child.
I have 5 year old daughter. I would NEVER spank her or hit her or give her any kind of corporal punishment. I can’t imagine hurting her. If I get that angry, I take my own time-out in a different room.
It is wrong to hit anyone, especially a child. If your friend accidentally spills their drink while they are visiting, do you respond by hitting them? Of course not, they are human beings and so are children. Children deserve to grow up feeling safe and treated as human beings.
i was always spanked by my mom with a hairbrush on my bare backside—she sent me to her room and would follow immediately-she was very matter of fact–as a little girl she would spank me five to ten times—as a teen usually around twenty spanks–she did not beat me –just warmed my bottom very well–all for the usual stuff–answering back—making faces–these spankings took no more than two minutes but they seemed to last forever –always with the same ending–one very contrite daughter–this continued til i married at age 18—ps my dad never spanked or even hollared at us
I was beat with a belt when I was younger and it still sticks in my mind today with sadness! It’s didn’t make me mind it just made me think if you make someone mad at you you just hit them. I also remember my mother slapping across the face one time, all it makes me think of is why would this person I trust so much want to beat on me. I grew up to be a good person but very confused. I used the time out for my own children because of this, now one has a 3.7 in college, violence only teaches violence! I guess men beat women because they think they are spanking them. My brother spent most of his life in prison and beating woman, he said that was how he was raised. If you teach violence then some grow up to be violent! I think of my childhood and all I have is awful memories and how the people I trusted turned me away, I was a child not a mini adult! Now my poor grandkids are being spank by thier mother’s boyfriend, he pulls thier pants down they are four and five, I think this is very inapproiate! My grandson is very angry, my grandaughter is confused he even has them calling them dad! What to do? How do you help these poor kids! Violence only teac
I am the eldest of five and I was the only one that was ever spanked.I was spanked from ages 3-7 and always on the bare arse.I do not know why she only spanked me as my siblings were far worse behaved then me.I dont agree with spanking at all.I Became fearful and quiet as a child and even as an adult I am still shy.my siblings how ever are totally the opposite,they are outgoing and confident.
Yes I was Spanked mostly by mom with cloths on (underware-jeans)somethimes underware thin pajamas and rairly just underware NEVER NUDE BUTT(wow! some of these storys)My mom would give 20-30 licks/hits butt and legs “move your hand”ect..Would Never say sorry I love you before or after just mad/upset at what I did and was somethimes what I did not do and get blaimed for it..(still get upset at that fact it seemed she spanked out of anger)
Dad was more rare but more “firmer” 10 -12 with belt.
oh by the way just figure this-
the number of spankings you remember and the number of times(average) you got hit +the number total of hits in life time!!
Me at least 60 at say 20 each=1200 !!
I was spanked and have mixed feelings about it. Yes, I am glad my parents spanked me, but I am not happy with how it was done. I think that dads should spank sons and mothers should spank daughters. My dad usually spanked me bare-bottom up till age 10 and then clothed through the teen years. It just felt wrong and I don’t think it was right. I think it’s ok to spank through the teen years, however, the parent of the same sex should do it.
I was spanked as a child right through until I was a young adult. I now have very mixed feeling about the subject and spend time looking on the internet. Long ago I learned it was not a topic to discuss with people. Once at school a teacher saw some buises and before I knew it the social workers were involved and I just closed up. No way did I want my family broken up. To this day I believe that there needs to be ways for there to be intervention without the sort of punative ferver that seems to be a part of the social work culture.
My parents were very strict and controlling and required total obedience and submission. My father administered most of the spankings but my mother was always present and often reported me for punishment. The was a big ritual for punishment. I would be sent, usually by my mother, to my room to put on my punishment costume. This was a once piece swimming costume. For modesty. It would not be right for my father to see his daughter nude. Of course it offerred no protection. I would have to bend over the arm at the end of the couch. My mother would sit and hold my hands by my wrists and my father would use the cane on me. The rod of correction it was called. It was unbelievably painful and would leave dark purple bruises and welts across my backside that would last for several weeks. It seemed that I would often get caned a lot in a short time so often my bottom had not healed from a previous beating before I would receive another. At other times I might go for a month or two without punishment.
When I was 16 I was attending a discussion at my church on children being obedient and women being submissive. Some of the other kids were boasting about how they would deceive their parents and be openly rude to them. The more these kids did this, the more I formed a resolve to be the best most obedient and submissive daughter ever. When my mom was driving me home I told her about the evening and the resolution I had made to myself. The result was that I was caned again. Not for doing something wrong but to demonstrate total obedience and submission and this time my mother did not hold my wrists. I had to take it without showing any resistance. I had to bend over and take it. The pain was then as always unbearable and I would end up just sobbing and crying. Screaming was not allowed. For years after I just continued to do this. Its only as I approached 30 that I even started to think about it and try to get to understand myself if that makes sense. Hence finding this site where I have done my usual cathardic thing and write.
Thanks for listening.
k.
I was spanked quite a bit when I was a child… I don’t see anything wrong with doing it in the “right” circumstances for the “crime” and for the child. My mom was pretty short tempered so it didn’t take much to make her mad. I spank my kids when the “crime” calls for it. But I will follow precautions. I wont spank when I’m angry and they have to tell me what they did wrong and apologize specifically for it.
My first spanking was at 7-8. It was in the classroom. It was followed by many more the same. Always over her knee, on my pants and with her hand. Always as the whole mixed class class of boys and girls watched from their seats. A small community where everyone knows everyone. It only happened to me. I never saw another child spanked in that classroom. Very traumatic being isolated and humiliated again and again. All alone. I resented it. I resent that other kids were doing the same things as I was and not punished THAT way. They swore and fought and talked in class but they were never spanked. Its almost 40 years since that happened. A lot of you younger readers probably are surprised to hear that classroom spankings were allowed. But Im not telling the worst stuff. Her spankings of me got much worse if you know what I mean.
I was confused because I was taught to behave, submit, be respectful and polite. As a child I would say “yes mam, yes sir” etc. and be made fun of because I acted so different than everyone else. I knew if I was caught I would be spanked hard. The others looked at me like I had 4 heads. They always made fun of me. It made me different, not fit in.
As an adult I am almost a perfectionist. I am so worried about not doing something right that it makes doing any jog wrong a panic attack. I feel If I mess up I will be punished as I was as a child. weird huh? Its programed, hard wired into my brain. I understand how Kristen feels.
Anyway, thats part of my story. I spend time researching the subject as well, Im sure you know writing about it is cathardic.
Im 22 and my dad still spanks me, he puts me over his knees lifts the back of my dress and lowers my panties, I got one more year of college so I have to live at home, last night my 30yr old sister got home 2 hours past her curfew I heard dad spanking her with the strap boy did she cry he grounded her for a month bet it was embarrassing getting spanked at 30
Yes, usually in anger and when not I felt like my father enjoyed it, and it actually makes me resent him even more when I think back to how he remained so matter of fact about it, like it was a celebration. He spanked me bare-bottom only once, but I had just gotten out of the shower (I was about
and he laid me across his lap and uncovered me matter of factly and made my count the swats -only ten but they hurt like hell. I was screaming so much I could barely say the number. I remember dreading while I was in the shower, I wanted to run away, kill myself even. But I didn’t. To this day I think he liked doing it.
When I got older, he spanked me in anger frequently, though claims not to remember it. I got more than 100 “swats” once and he made me beg him to stop. I was around nine, and after that, they became a lot more rare. I just became a very odd kid, I never had friends, I developed a fantasy that I’ve heard a lot on here, and anyone who has had any experience like mine is out of their mind to consider putting another child through it. I became a messed up kid in so many ways, always socially awkward, I’m afraid of belts and people unexpectedly moving their hands toward me. I can’t imagine hitting my children in any way. A parent is supposed to love their their children, and love doesn’t hurt.
I know plenty of children who have grown up without ever being hit, and they’re some of the most well behaved kids you’ll find, proving it’s not necessary to spank a child for them to be “well disciplined.”
I got spanked by my mom up to age 15. I grew up in a loving family, but those being the 1960s and 1970s, a spanking was what you got when you “acted up” or the teacher called or sent a note home about your behavior in class. My mom strictly believed in bare bottom spankings for me as well as my brother and sister. We got spanked in private, normally in the bedroom, but I have to confess that I sometimes stood outside the closed door and listened as my brother or sister got it! My mom used her hand and as we got older she also used a belt, which really stung a lot and left marks.
I now think that spanking has its place in bringing up children. It is a quick reminder (unlike endless groundings) and re-enforces mom’s words perfectly. No need to spare a child’s bottom - they are well-padded!