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.