Earliest Spanking Memory

[Blackleaf]

When is the earliest memory of yourself being spanked or witnessing a spanking?

For myself, I remember I was very little. I was sharing a bath with my brother, and after we got out, I had one of those not-so-well-thought-out moments when I tried rolling my towel up and popping it in the air. But I hit my brother in the behind. After that, my mother came in, put me over her knee, and spanked me there in the bathroom. I don't remember if she hit me hard, but I made a fuss.

[CCDPA]

Mine would have to be when I was in Kindergarten. Back then paddling was the norm in Louisiana and while I was a pretty well behaved kid I guess I did something to get myself into it. It was the only time I was paddled at school.

[Tromohawk]

Um mine was, I guess was when I was 5 and I broke something I guess, and then my dad brought out the belt and I started hopping around and crying, jumping around the sofas and it was pitch dark in the room, and all I can hear is him shouting my name and I tripped over one of the sofas and fell on the floor, then I was hoisted over his knee, and I don't think I need to explain anymore

[ellipsis39]

I was seven and playing "house" or "family" with my cousins, a boy and two girls. In this play there were always a lot of "naughty children" and play spankings. My boy cousin was oldest so he made the rules, and his two sisters and I of course got the spankings. Over the next few years we played at this a number of times, and I got spankings from him perhaps a dozen times, some of them on my bare bottom. I spanked his sisters too, but somehow that never seemed as "right" as getting it from him! He never did it very hard so it was more symbolic than punishing, and THIS was my first "imprinting" with M/f relationships!

[Blackleaf]

Sounds like you have some interesting cousins, Ellipsis.

[Hawke]

I wish we would have been cousins ! I have a younger one ( girl ) I still spank on occassion.

[trip.delta2]

This is one of the first spankings for which I have a vivid recollection. Prior to this time I remember getting a hand swat or two on my hiney - but this was the first "real" spanking I remember. I was around age 5.

It was a very hot summer day and my family, including my grandma, were visiting Grandma's friend who was an old lady living in this big house with lots of interesting things in it. It was quite fascinating to a 4-5 year old toddler.

In the dining room there were loads of breakable things that my mom told me not to touch. In fact she told me to stay out of that room. All the grown-ups were in the parlor talking and watching something on TV. Very curious as I was, I couldn't stay away from all those interesting glass figures in the dining room and the inevitable eventually happened. My brother went running into the parlor annoucning "Danny broke one of the glass ornaments that were on the shelf." Everyone came running out and there I was standing in front of small pieces of broken glass on the floor looking down in shame and afraid to look up and see the faces of the grown-ups.

The next thing I remember was my mother's reaction of horror and anger. She asked my the old lady of the house if she had a small stick or a ruler that she could use to give me a spanking. The lady did not, but did offered up a fly swatter that was hanging in the kitchen. In a matter of seconds everyone was in the kitchen. Since it was a hot day I was just wearing this little pair of short overalls with no shirt underneath. My mom told me dad to life up my arms, and while they were up in the air she unsnapped my overalls and they fell to the floor. She then pulled my underpants down and they fell to the floor on top of my overalls so that I was effectively completely naked standing in front of my mom, dad, siblings, grandma, and the old lady.

Mom told my dad to hold my hands up over my head as she grabbed the fly swatter and began to vigorously spank my hiney and the backs of my legs while I stood there and screamed from the stinging pain. I remember jumping around and so that my overalls and underpants came off my feet. When she finally stopped my spanking I wrapped my arms around her leg and and in between my crying and sobbing said "mommy, I don't ever want you to do that again." She told me that she would only do it if I didn't behave but if I wasn't a good boy and didn't do as I was told she would have to do it again.

She picked me up and held me for a minute and then everyone went back into the parlor. My mom sat down and held me on her lap while I fell asleep with my head on her breast. In a few minutes I woke up and suddenly realized that I was the only one in the room who didn't have any clothes on. I felt very self-conscious and whispered to my mom if she could get my clothes. She told me they were in the kitchen and that if I wanted them I would have to go and get them. At that moment I felt very embarrassed to be completely naked in front of everyone but jumped down off her lap and hurried to the kitchen with everyone looking at me completely naked. I remember hearing my grandma say "his little hiney is cute when it's red." When I came back I handed them to my mom. She helped me get dressed and I felt much more comfortable after that.

For most everyone it was just another summer day - but one that I never forgot.

[JoeThoms]

I was 10 years old and made to undress completely by my uncle. Then across his lap for
a good blistering with his wood paddle.

[prc1966]

I was not spanked often growing up, never was in trouble very much. In fact, I was a very well behaved young boy, and most of my trouble was caused by breaking something accidentally, or "forgetting" to do a task I was told to do. But I know it did happen a few times, maybe about a dozen times during my entire childhood, and never at all after the age of about 13 or so. And although I know there must have been about a dozen spankings, I only have vivid memories of 2 of them. This is perhaps because these 2 occasions were the only "formal and ceremonial" style punishments I can remember receiving.

I do have vague memories of dad whipping of his belt in exasperation and cracking me across the legs with it a few times - that happened once or twice but I really don't much remember the incidents other than that it did happen. There were a few spankings that I know must have happened to me before I can remember back.

But I very much recall 2 classic punishments where I was in trouble and knew it was coming and went through the lecture, assumed the position and took a paddling. One was at home - over the knee and spanked with a ping pong paddle. The other was a typcial school paddling. I don't remember which came first, so I'll tell both. They were horrible to me at the time, and I seem to remember every vivid detail.

The one at school I know was toward the end of my 6th grade year, which means I was 11, approaching my 12th birthday. I had been off school property during lunch, which was the only automatic paddling offense. I had to bend over the principal's desk, actually lying across the desk with my hands stretched across and grabbing a hold of the other edge. The paddle was made of black wood, I remember, and must have been about a quarter of an inch thick, about 18 inches long and about 4 inches wide. The phone rang after I had got into position, and I had to wait about 30 seconds or so for him to tell whoever ti was he'd call back later. The extra waiting time because of the phone call actually allowed me to sort of steel myself for it, and I was glad it happened, glad for a bit of time to prepare.

I remember hearing the scraping sound as he picked up the paddle from the other desk in the room. I remember I licked my lips and swallowed hard. Then I kind of froze as I felt the first tap as he lined up his aim. Two gentle taps with the paddle on my seat, then he pulled it it back and a second later, WHAP!!! We weren't allowed to wear jeans to school, so I was wearing cotton khaki style pants - not as thick as jeans so not as much protection. The noise was incredibly loud, and my body tried to lurch forward with the impact, but the desk kept me from moving. I remember closing my eyes tight for an instant and kind of gasping. The was a pause of a 2 or 3 seconds, and again, tap-tap, backswing, WHAP. This time I grunted, sort of like uuuhhhnnnnn, and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment again. This time, they were watering.

I actually had no idea when we started how many I was going to get. I thought I had heard somebody say that 3 was the standard. Another 3 second pause, another tap-tap (this time, even the taps smarted a little) another backswing and another whap and another grunt and more water in the eyes. Now I hoped it was over, but I wasn't about to stand up till he told me to. But then I felt another tap on the rear and the realization that another lick was coming actually made me sob outloud once, kind of an "Oo-ohhh". I also squirmed just a bit to one side, which made him pause, and then do the tapping part again. The 4th swat made me groan and sob out loud again, and I was on the verge of actually going into full scale crying, but was just maintaining control of it. Then he said "one more", and somehow, that made me relax a bit. There was one more coming, but that would be it, and knowing when it would end seemed to make it easier to take the last one.

He took his time with that last one, doing a lot more tapping, 2 taps, pause, 2 taps, pause. Then a short circular rubbing motion with the paddle across my butt, not sure what that was for, but I started thinking "get on with it!". The 2 more taps, the final backswing and the 5th and final swat, I think it was supposed to be harder than the others, but by then some numbness was kicking in, and it didn't feel as painful. Still made me groan out load though. I stayed where I was till he told me I could stand up. Then he just simply said, that's it, you can leave now. It was the end of the school day, all the other kids had left, I was staying late for the paddling. Walked home and rubbed the ol' cheeks alot that evening.

The one at home I do not remember the exact year, but it would have been around the age of 11 or 12 as well, maybe just past my 13th birthday at the latest. The one at home, I actually can't even remember what I had done to deserve it and I don't remember much of lecture part of it. But I vividly remember the punishment itself because it is the only time I ever had my butt bared for a punishment.

It was in the evening, I was in a pair of short-pants pajamas. My dad finished his lecture and then told me to lay across his lap. The ping pong paddle was already laying on the edge of the bed. Dad was sitting on the edge of the bed too, and I got up and lay across his lap, feet dangling on one side, head and hands hanging down on the other. I wasn't very tall, and I remember thinking it was somehow embarassing that my feet didn't touch the ground.

But I didn't know what embarassing was yet. I knew it when my pajama shorts came down, leaving me comepetely bare from my waist to the mid thigh. That really surprised me, and I think it is what makes this the ony home spanking to stay in my memory. It had never occurred to me that he'd do it, especially with my mom there watching. I was around 12, but remember that this made feel like a much younger kid, really humbled me. Between the moment the shorts came down and the first swat, which was about 5 or 6 seconds, I never felt so helpless in my life.

When the swats started, I stopped thinking about being embarrassed and just reacted to the hurt. They came quick, only about a second, perhaps even a little less than a second between them. I remember I heard the first one a split second before I felt it. It started out as sharp sting, then became really painful. I have no idea how long it lasted or how many swats there were. It felt like forever, but probably was over in less than a minute, maybe a minute and a half. I do remember he had to pause a couple of times to push my feet back down after I pulled them up too close to my butt. I didn't want to kick or cry, and tried not to, but I couldn't help doing both. I started crying out loud toward the end of it, and that, along with my uncontrolled kicking, made me feel embarrassed all over the again. I also remember that there was a piont at which I really felt like I couldn't take anymore - like it was a breaking point and I had had enough. I think that was about 5 or 6 swats from the end. I recall just lying there and crying for a minute or two, feeling the burn and feeling humiliated, but not able to get up till the crying stopped. Eventually, the desire to get out of the position and cover up my butt took over and I managed to stand up and pull up my shorts. I recall the burning sensation that lasted the rest of the evening and into the night after going to bed. A very bad evening, and one of only two punishments I really remember.

[Blackleaf]

^^^Holy Hell. That last one sounded horrible. I can't imagine you could have done anything to deserve a spanking that severe. Now I'm kinda depressed.