A Little Spanking Story

A big part of the fun on my site is my “Really Spanked Forum“. Members can post their own stories which are always fun to read. Here’s one from “CinciGuy”.

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First off, I would always get it in what I considered a very humiliating way. Over the knee, with my pants and underwear either down or off. It seemed like such a childish punishment, but my parents rarely varied from there ways. And I learned never to question them on the subject.

If momma was doing the spanking, she would use a large wooden hairbrush that must have been a hundred years old. But for more serious offences, my father would be called into action. And that would also mean his dreaded paddle.

I was always spanked the same way by him. He would call me down to the livingroom right before bedtime for a “discussion”. I’m not sure what I hated more, the long boring lecture or the actual spanking!

I was expected to be wearing my nightshirt, instead of pajama’s. I suppose it just made the whole process easier for when it came time for part 2 of the discussion, meaning the paddeling of my butt! For part 2 the same routine was always followed:

My father would sit in a straight back chair in the middle of the room and I would approach on his right hand side. Moma would usually be in the room too, either reading or doing her needlepoint. He would begin by taking his paddle in his right hand, while at the same time I was required pull my night shirt up high. This was the most embarrassing moments for me, full naked except for my night shirt pulled high up to my sholders!

Without being told I was expected to just lay over left knee.

He’s a big man, so with me being short and barely 100lbs my feet would always be off the floor. I would try to grab hold of the chair leg to steady myself since my hands couldn’t really touch the floor either, because the last thing you wanted to do was to move around while your getting it. He hated that and would quickly let you know… painfully too I might add!.

Then he would make the usual adustments by lowering his left leg so that my behind would stick up in the air a little more. I guess the reason for this was so he had the perfect target. Gulp! After I was arranged to his satisfaction, holding his paddle in his right hand he would rest it across my bottom while he began the second lecture. (sigh!)

This lecture would be rather quick and further to the point. He would say the standard: “I’m sorry I have to do this..” and the other one was “While your living under my roof you will obey my rules!” There must be some handbook out there for lines to say before a spanking, because my freinds who were also around my age, and who were also spanked, told me her parents said basically the same damn thing!

Anyways, after the lecture it was time to get down to business. He would give me a warning that he was about to start by saying, “Are you ready for this? To which I would always reply in my most innocent voice: “Yes daddy” and then shut my eyes tight.

The swat was the worst…. “sssSMACK!!”

It always felt like fire, as if I had just been branded! There would be a few seconds pause and then the second stroke.. “cccCRACK!!” as the paddle made contact with my bare bottom again.

The strokes would rain down in a steady relentless pace, and I would always do my best not to cry out and bawl like a baby. This proved to be impossible of course after the forth and fifth stroke, grasping at the chair leg so tight my knuckles were white, and at the same time trying to keep my knees together to save as much modesty as I could. But how in the hell can you be modest at a time like this!

He would keep a hold of me by either grabbing a big section of my nightshirt so that it was bunched up in the center of my back, or if I had a problem with bobbing up and down after each strap he would place his hand firmly around me.
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The paddle he had was old and showed signs of age, but it stung like blazes and would bite into my behind as if it had teeth! And the sound was unmistakable and echoed through the whole house. Sometimes I would be upstairs in my bedroom doing my homework when all of a sudden you would here that noise, “CRACK!!” from the livingroom. That would mean my sister was getting her fanny spanked! Listening, I would flinch after each loud swat, greatful it was her getting it this time, and not me!

Generally a good ol fashioned spanking from either Mom or Dad would last about 4 or 5 minutes, but trust me when I say this, it seemed much much longer! I have no idea how many swats I would get, all I knew was I wouldn’t be sitting down any time soon. After the last couple swats, the last being the hardest of course.. I think this is also in the parents spanking handbook..I would lay over their knee sobbing for another minute. Another rule was that I was not allowed off his knee until I had completely stopped crying. Sometimes after a hard spanking, you would be crying over thier knee for longer then when you were over their knee for the spanking in the first place!

So after the crying was out of the way, I’d have to get up, and we would exchange hugs followed by making me promise that I would be a good in the future. It never seemed to happen though, but I would always promise anyways. After the hug and promises the first thing I would do would be to reach up and pull night shirt down so it covered my very red butt. I would have to give them each one more hug and I would give each of them a kiss goodnight and it was off to bed. Sometimes my sister would come in and want me to show her my red butt. I always went into the bathroom and pulling my night shirt up, looked at my butt. It was usually a blazing red, once I could actually see Mommas hand prints! It would be safe to say I would sleep on my tummy after ALL of those “discussion” nights!