Growing Up Jim – III

This the third of a series by a regular reader

Were you both each others first spanking partner?

From a sexual standpoint, yes.  First and only partners, but you must to take into account that we started dating when I was 15 and she was 16 and have been together ever since.  There was a brief bit of dalliance when we were about 21 or so, but that only lasted a few months.

When I was between 8 and about 12 I had an infrequent and casual spanking relationship with “the girl next door” – this is the Nancy who I mentioned in my account of the neighborhood group spanking.  I would really consider this more of an advanced game of “doctor” than a true spanking relationship.  I think she was really interested in seeing developing pubescent male genitalia than the actual spanking segment although she did enjoy feeling my bottom with her hand (as I did hers!).  For whatever reason she never touched my penis and I never touched her vagina – we looked but did not touch –fannies were definitely fair game for touching.  This activity stopped when we were in 7th grade and started growing significant pubic hair – her breasts were beginning to develop and I suspect she was afraid I would want to have access to them also (her fears were probably well founded).

How did you two get started?

As I said we started dating when we were 15 and 16.  This was the late 60’s.  High school sex, at least in our circles, was pretty much limited to a lot of kissing and a bit of fondling mostly through or under clothing.   

As the relationship progressed, we became progressively more bold and we both spent a lot of time topless.  Both of her parents worked and we had their house to ourselves for several hours every weekday afternoon.  There was a significant amount of grinding with pants on which frequently resulted in orgasm for both of us.  About the time she was a senior in high school she decided to take a bit of a plunge and we began “finger play”.  This facilitated orgasm for both of us.  We were terrified of pregnancy and established a rule which pretty much guaranteed there would be no pregnancy – one of us had to keep our pants on at all times – the pantless person changed but we were never both pantless at the same time.

In 20/20 hindsight it was an odd situation – we had both seen and felt each other’s genitals, but had not had a really good rear view of each other – we had seen the more intimate frontal nudity but not the rear.  One day she laid across my lap bottomless – I was sorely tempted to give her a few smacks but did not – I was 17 she was 18.  I was interested but feared she would think I was strange and there was NO WAY that I wanted to turn this girl off!

The fall took her to college at the state college about 10 miles away where she lived in a dormitory with a bunch of women who were w-a-y ahead of her in the sexual experience department.  By the second semester in college she was on the pill and it was not long before we were having sex in her dorm room on a regular basis.  We were still terrified of pregnancy and were using condoms also – belt and suspenders!

One evening on a whim after sex, we were rolling around in bed naked and I found her across my lap with her bottom in classic OTK spanking position – still do not know if that was an accident.  I playfully told her that she was a naughty girl and should be spanked – I proceeded to give her a very light hand spanking – when I stopped after a few spanks, her response was to shake her young fanny which I took as a non-verbal request for more of the same.  I gave her a dozen or so harder spanks and stopped.  I was incredibly aroused and so was she – sex followed at a furious pace.  Afterwards she suggested that we experiment with a small paddle in the near future.  I made our first paddle the very next day and we have used it on and off for 40 + years.  It wasn’t too long before I suggested that “turn about was fair play” and she began to paddle me also.

Growing Up Jim – II

This is the second in a series of memories of a regular reader.

I mentioned that I was spanked as punishment when I was a child.  I grew up in suburbia in the late 50’s and early 60’s.  Most suburban developments at the time shared a few common characteristics – lots of kids around, most moms stayed at home, and the spanking of children was common and socially acceptable. Mom did 99.9% of the spanking in our house – there was no “just wait until your father gets home.” My development was no exception, but maybe exceptional at least in one way.

One time, four of us kids were playing and had accidentally broken a neighbor’s window, we were all about 8 years old.  We ran away and had chosen our house’s basement to hide.  From the basement we could hear the phone ringing and my mother’s muffled conversation and several subsequent phone calls dialed and received.  Mom came downstairs and asked if we knew anything about a broken window — we foolishly claimed ignorance.  She left and we heard some more muffled conversation upstairs.

About 10 minutes later, all four of our moms came down the basement stairs, each carrying their favorite spanking implement – my mom with her paddle, David’s with her worn leather belt, Nancy’s with a hairbrush and lastly Glenn’s carrying 4 switches freshly cut from their weeping willow tree – we all had heard from David why it was called a “weeping” willow!

The moms told us that we were all going to be spanked severely – not because we had broken the window – that was an accident, but for lying about it.  We had traded enough notes and stories to know that we were all being spanked at home in similar ways – all moms subscribed to the idea that the number of spanks was equal to your age, all of the moms first delivered a “warm up” by hand and then used their implement of choice and lastly all of them spanked bare.  We had not figured out why all of them had convened in our basement WITH their favorite spanking implements, but were soon to find out.

The four of us watched as two moms moved a large table into the center of the basement. We were told to each pick a side of the table and stand facing it.  By this time we had figured out that our spankings were going to happen right here and now.  We figured we were actually pretty safe since Nancy was there and we assumed that our spankings would be administered over our clothes, surely we would not be bared in mixed company.  Then my mom said to the group, “OK kids, get your pants down and fannies bare!”   Glenn’s mom protested and said that Nancy should not be required to be naked in front of us boys – Nancy’s mom quickly disagreed and pointed out that she had already “played doctor” with all of us at one time or another and none of us would be seeing anything new (she was right!).  Embarrassed looks were traded around the table as we dropped our pants and underwear and quickly covered our young genitals.  We were told to bend over the table and not move.  They explained we would be given our warm up from our mom, then our mom would give us “age spanks” with their implement, then the moms would shift around the table and spank the next kid, continue until they got back to their own child where they would again deliver age spanks a second time.  So I got 8 by hand, 8 by paddle, 8 by belt, 8 by hair brush, 8 by switch, and finally another 8 by paddle from my mom.  When they finished there were 4 very red and very sore young fannies around that table! Modesty had flown out the window as the four of us danced around rubbing our burning bottoms.  The moms were all complimenting themselves as to what a good job they had done and the merits of their implements.

Once the dancing slowed down and the crying had subsided we were informed that these moms had made a pact – if any of us were seen to be misbehaving in the neighborhood – any one of the moms could spank any one of us with no pre-approval required.  This lead to many “group spankings” in the following few years.  If you were at another kid’s house and their mom decided that you and her kid needed a spanking – out came the implement, down came the pants and your bottom got warmed right then.  I always wanted to be first in these group situations, that way I would be finished and would not have to watch my friend being spanked knowing that I was next.  A phone call always followed these neighborly spankings and we all knew we would get another spanking when we got home. 

This agreement remained in effect until we all began to enter puberty at which point the moms just “tattled” on us via phone.  I’m not positive what happened in other houses, but in mine – my mom got a worn leather belt, a hairbrush and permission to cut switches, so I would get the same implement mix as if I had been spanked at the other house.

I continued to be spanked fairly infrequently at home until I was in college.  Mom continued to use her paddle but adopted the use of the belt for more serious offenses – same general arrangement though – always bare, warm up by hand + paddled with “age spanks”, or if really serious – bare, age spanks with paddle + age spanks with belt.

I was usually spanked in the basement where there was a bit more privacy and mom had plenty of space to swing.  When she decided I needed a spanking, I was told to “go get ready for a spanking” – protesting was futile.  This meant I was to go to the basement, close the windows for privacy, remove my shoes, socks, pants and underwear; retrieve the paddle from the cabinet and wait for her – hoping that she did not bring the belt with her. She would arrive, review my offense and order me to bend over a stool for my spanking – when it was over – all was forgiven and the matter never mentioned again.

I mentioned that she had “switch cutting” privileges at the neighbor’s willow tree – I hated to be switched – that was the worst.

My very last spanking from her was when I was 27 and already 6 or 7 years into a spanking relationship with Wendy, my girlfriend / now wife.  Mom and I were at home alone and I said something which really hurt her feelings – I regretted it the instant I said it, even before I saw the hurt in her eyes.  I apologized immediately and then sheepishly (foolishly) suggested that she should give me a spanking for it – I don’t know why, it just popped out of my mouth.  She thought about it for a moment and then simply said, “go get ready for a spanking”. I told her to bring the belt and to give me a few minutes while I went to Glenn’s (this was a truly crazy decision on my part).  She seemed confused but said OK, to call upstairs when I was ready.

I got the clippers and went to the willow tree in Glenn’s yard and hastily cut 3 switches (drat! spotted by Glenn’s mom – who just smiled knowingly and waved…..). Back in the basement I stripped naked below the waist, fetched the stool, set out the paddle and called upstairs.  Mom arrived shortly with the belt, I presented her with the switches and she asked why the paddle was out.  I explained that I was much older and could handle much more punishment – that she should paddle me first, then use the belt and finish with the switches – 27 strokes each – that I deserved all of it for saying what I did.

I guess she agreed because she laid into me right away with the paddle, used the belt with gusto and the swung the switches with great speed.  My burning fanny was crimson and well striped when she was finished!  I was right, that was the most severe spanking that I have ever gotten and do not to ever want to repeat it.  She gave me a big hug and told me I was a good son.  We both said I love you.  I collected myself and went back upstairs where we chatted as though nothing had happened, true to form, the incident and the spanking were never mentioned again. Although, I always suspected there was a conversation between my mom and Glenn’s mom! Something casual in the back yards, “Did I see Jim cutting switches a few days ago?”

I remember being very embarrassed at about age 11 by having an erection prior to being spanked by mom – she came down to the basement to deliver my spanking and saw me struggling to hide my erection (hard to do when you are naked from the waist down) – she merely commented – “don’t worry about that, your brother always gets a hard on before his spankings – it won’t last long!”  I sometimes got one and sometimes not as I grew older – she never directed any attention to them, but they always embarrassed me when with her.                

I did not get an erection when being spanked that last time by my mom – maybe because I knew I had committed to a v-e-r-y unpleasant experience or perhaps it was the context of the whole situation.  I know that I was grateful to not have to suffer that embarrassment along with the very painful spanking that I had requested. But, it surprised me at the time since I was in a spanking relationship and whenever I was about to spank Wendy or be spanked by her, I always had a full erection well before any spanking started (and still do!).  And who knows, perhaps my preference for being spanked while standing and bent over and my fondness for smallish paddles all goes back to mom – I just know what I like.

Another From Where It All Started

I was a late blooming spanker. While I spanked gals from around 15, it was never something I set out to do. It just happened. I have blogged about this several times and will not take up your time again with it. See Memories if you are interested.

In my 20’s I was all about spanking. I saw an ad from this lass who was seeking a spanker. I wrote her an audition letter. Regretally by the time she got my letter she had already found a man, but sent me a nice reply anyway.

Growing Up Jim

This is the first of a series of memories of one of OBB regular readers.

My punishment spankings looked almost exactly like this below except I can never recall being spanked by my mom with her wearing a skirt or heels – she was more of a shorts or long pants lady with flats. 

I don’t think I have ever gone into much detail concerning my mom’s discipline spankings.

She was the disciplinarian in our home; me, my older brother and I suspect my dad also on occasion. There was never the threat of “just wait until your father gets home”.  Mom was quite capable of handling us all by herself.

She was a mid-west farm girl that I suspect had her bottom warmed on a fairly regular basis and probably learned her techniques from her mother.

When mom had decided one of us needed some discipline she simply said, “You need go get things ready in the basement.”  Resistance was futile.  “Getting things ready” meant: go to our basement which was unimproved; retrieve a low backless, stool which she generally used to hold laundry baskets while she hung wash to dry on the basement lines; retrieve her paddle which was a “fly-back” type kept in a cabinet; close the basement windows if it was summer (privacy); remove your shoes, socks, and pants and then wait for her arrival.

There was a possibility of 4 different implements that she would apply to your bottom – hand, paddle, belt or switch and one never knew exactly what was coming until she arrived in the basement.  The implements are listed in the order of severity.  The number of strokes was always predictable – your current age which she would round up to the next year if you were passed the 6 month interval – so if you were 11 years and 7 months old – she would round up to 12.  She would claim that was an early birthday present!

After a while she would come down the basement stairs hopefully empty handed – her spanking belt was kept upstairs and if she planned on using a switch she would have gone to cut that from a neighbor’s tree.

Following a brief recount of your offense the first half of the spanking would begin – on rare occasion I would be permitted to keep my underwear on for this segment (she called it a “warm-up” ) but generally it was preceded by the command – “take off your underwear, I’m going to spank your bare fanny”.  Until I was about 8 years old, spankings were always OTK with mom seated on the stool using her hand or paddle; after 8 years old, I would stand and bend over the stool gripping the edges of the low seat.

Once in position, mom would spank me with her chosen implement – number of strokes equal to my age.  I have described her as a “full swing” spanker, regardless of tools used.

Once she completed the “warm up” it was time to move on to the main event – if I still had underwear on they were removed (rare), the second half was ALWAYS bare, and mom would change implements – moving up one on her list.  If the warm-up was by hand, she would change to paddle. 1st with paddle = 2nd with belt, 1st with belt = 2nd with switch (worst).

I really hated that belt or the switch because they left marks which would sometimes still be visible at my next gym class – yes, I still got spanked in junior high and occasionally in high school.  Spanking was common among my peers and marks would be seen on others, but it was always embarrassing and drew comments in the locker room.  I could sometimes manage to negotiate a delay to avoid the locker room exposure – usually that cost me a “late penalty”, third round of spanking which guaranteed the use of either the belt or a switch on Friday afternoon after school – sometimes it was worth it.

After a spanking, I would be left in the basement to compose myself and put things away.  There was never any additional mention of the offense or the spanking after it was completed – my slate was clean.

Tighty-whities

Tighty-whities were invented in 1934. Men at the time were sporting incredibly uncomfortable knee-length flannel knickers. Tighty-whities remained popular for a few decades. They began to lose their appeal in the 70s and 80s. In today’s society, tighty-whities act almost solely as a hilarious punchline.

  • 58% wear boxer brief
  • 18% wear boxer shorts
  • 16% wear colorful briefs or bikini briefs
  • 6% wear tighty whities
  • 2% wear thongs

So what is this post about?

I saw this picture and it got me thinking back. File it under TMI.

My Dad wore them. My mother bought them. I grew up wearing them. I don’t recall any guys wearing boxers in school. It seemed normal to me.

When I think of being paddled I always think of what I will be wearing. So does Bacall. That’s why she has a drawer full of spanking panties. I wore tighty-whities when we married, so they were naturally what I had on when Bacall put the board to me. For a while, my spanking ensemble was a white t-shirt, white socks, and tighty-whities. [The only time I wore white socks]

So for me, tighty-whities were my original spanking attire and so occupy a place in my memories.

Bacall started buying boxers for me and I found out how damn thin they were.  No protection from the paddle. Then one day I decided that I wanted to start out bare bottom. But, I still like to wear panties before a paddling. Call it a fetish. I have a fetish about wood paddles and panties.

PS Someone gave us a souvenir Attitude Adjuster paddle as in the picture. They are made of red cedar, a rather fragile wood for the purpose. It lacks a proper handle for a good grip.

The Picture That Started It All

For Openers – From time to time, I may post an image before the topic of the post, that will have nothing to do with the post. Like this one.

I have written that I spanked almost all of my dates in HS. It was never something I planned to do. It was never something that I fantasized about doing. The little darlings must have read “I spank” on my forehead and would do something to earn a spanking. The reward for both us was they had on fewer clothes than before I spanked them. They had not had to give up their clothes, they were taken from them. That’s way different. Isn’t it girls?

I was paddled all through school. I never fantasized about it. I never wanted to be paddled.

In spite of my spanking activity, I was a late bloomer to spanking. I was suddenly turned on to spanking by seeing a few pictures quite by accident. I was 19 and in the Navy. I was trading magazines with a shipmate and one of the magazines he had showed women in bra and girdles spanking each other. I was instantly mesmerized. From seeing women spanking each other I now wanted to spank women and be spanked by women.

It was a picture like this.

You Wanna To See A Trick?

We were both in college when we met. She lived with her parents. I had a room in frat house. [It was an urban college, mostly night students, that did not have any panhellenic organizations. A few of us got drunk, someone suggested we start a frat. That sounded like a good idea and so about a dozen of us got it started. Thankfully,  it was not charted until after I graduated.]

So anyway, two of us paid token rent on a huge victorian home. There were parties every weekend. Usually several of the faculty joined us to suck up. Yeah, a different time.

The house was our rendevous site. One day, I asked her if she wanted to see a trick and started quickly taking off my clothes. She surprised me and had her clothes off, her ass on the bed with her knees up before I finished. That’s when I knew she was Olympic caliber keeper.

I Lost More Than A Friend

I am somewhere on the depression scale. January and February have always been dismal months for me. Often too cold to be outside and I have many projects to do outside. So I am anxious about not being able to do them. This puts me in a mood, without even taking into account social isolation and the political crap. It would be nice to have someone to have a beer with. I have had exactly 12 beers in 18 months. I’ll bet most of you are feeling about the same to one degree or another.

All these brought me to reflect on a dear friend I lost in November. We went back to our 20’s together. He loved music. He played a Les Paul, not all that well, but enough to amuse himself. We spent many nights together listening to music while smoking some weed. [His wife always carried a Mason jar of all buds in her purse]

Tom was losing kidney function and refused dialysis. If he could not have a transplant he was resigned to die. He refused contact with all of his many friends. Even his sister was mostly excluded. The last time he would take my calls or acknowledge an email was six months before he died.

Tom was always quick with a laugh and a solid friend. If he had an enemy, I never knew it.

I not only miss our sharing of music but our conversations. I miss Tom.

In the end, all we have are memories. I treasure them.

 

 

Sue

Sue and I knew a bit about each other from reading each other’s online profiles, but we had never met or even chatted online.  I knew she was married and she and her husband switched, but since she had not given any hint that they might attend a party I did not pursue her. So it was a surprise to me when they did come to a party. I did not talk with her long, but later that night she came to me and said “You are sitting on what I want to paddle”. That’s all it took for me to follow her to her room where she expertly gave me the most wonderful spanking of my life.

This memory came back to me the other day when I was corresponding about leather slappers. The ones with a slightly flexible piece of thin steel sown between the leather sides.

This is what Sue used on me. My profile indicated that I did not care for a warmup and she remembered that, confirmed it and she got right down to business. My bottom had the most wonderful glow for hours afterward.

The Early Years

Over the years I have written about spanking my dates in HS. I would say I spanked every date, but that seems beyond incredible. I can’t say how many girls with any reliability as ADD left me with few complete memories of those years. I barely recall any of their names.

The odd thing to me is that I never planned to spank anyone. The little darlings would push my buttons and I spanked them. Not a one protested. Some of them repeated their behavior to earn another spanking. Looking back I see they were playing me. I wonder if they acted the same with other boys or did I have a sign on me that said “I spank”?

I had never seen anyone spanked nor been spanked OTK, but I found it was a natural position. I spanked on couches and the back seats of cars.

At that time, I did not connect spanking and sex, other than once their panties were down it was seemed reasonable to me that sex might follow. And sometimes it did.  I had no clue that spanking a gals bottom would give her a sexual thrill – both mentally and physically. We were not taught that nerves went from the posterior to the sex organs.

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My Dad had a 33-foot boat and he would sometimes head down river and dock overnight at a business associates river cabin. The cabin was on a bluff, so it was a long flight of steep stairs from the dock to the cabin. That ensured the adults would not be checking on us down below. Especially after they had had a few drinks. We would sneak a few brews to enjoy on the rear deck of his boat. That section was hidden from their overlooking view.

One time Dad’s friend had his two nieces at the cabin for the weekend. I think they were a year older. We spent the day skiing. I spent a good deal of time gawking at their boobs and bottoms barely covered by their bikinis.

That evening the girls showered and put on short shorts and perfume. I can recall the scent now. We started making out and they both got playfully sassy. Well, you know what happened. Their shorts came down and they got spanked on the dock. We then returned to making out. I would like to say more happened, but it did not. I think it was because I was apprehensive that we would be caught.

I was 19 when I connected spanking and sex and then I also wanted to be spanked. I continued to spank, but now I could occasionally be on the bottom.

Flash forward to just now – The Older Years

I took a break from writing this post. On the way back to my computer I found Bacall bent over in the kitchen. What’s a guy to do? I took down one of our too seldom used spanking spoons that hang in the kitchen and gave her four firm wacks.

Then she wanted me to Feel The Burn, so I bent over and got four and I did ever feel the burn.

Footnote, our spoons are like nothing you have ever seen or felt. They are hand-carved from Arkansas Cherry. A friend had them special made – the spoon side is only slightly dished out, so it fits the curve of the bottom well. They have long handles and are on the tuddy side. I would say they might compare to a long handle bath brush.