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Handprints Spanking Stories
Spanking comics spanked children
spanking little girls drawings art corporal punishment bare bottom
spanking.
Otk, over-the-knee, over the knee spankings of
little girls. Little Audrey, Little Dot, Lil' Iodine, Nancy comics, Lil'
Jinx. Spanking drawings, spanking art, spanking comics. Child
spanking, preteen little girl spanking stories, child spanking, child
discipline.

This imaginary child's make-believe Mommy
is about to give her a spanking!
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you
 and you would be well advised to
On the other hand, if you feel
that ficticious children like her
need firm discipline, and
you want to check and make sure they are
receiving it, then please
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This web page contains drawings, paintings and sketches depicting imaginary
spankings of minor females . If
this sort of material offends you, please do not enter the Handprints web
site.  The author of this web page strongly opposes all forms
of child abuse and violence against children, including "spanking". 
The child discipline techniques depicted on this web site should never
be used on real-life children. Children are human beings entitled
to respect for their personal dignity and for their emotional and physical
boundaries. Hence, spankings in any form should only be given
to imaginary children, or to consenting adults.
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Choice exerpts from the old, now-defunct

CHILDHOOD SPANKING MEMORIES FORUM

I think spanking on bare skin has the big advantage
that the spanker
can use less force; it’s a question of flicking the
wrist to produce a
sting rather than hitting hard. I remember feeling
embarrassed or “disappointed”
when I checked “the damages” afterwards and they were
hardly visible. With
my own children I have used a flexible 20” plastic
ruler. Used on bare
skin it produces considerable sting at low force
leaving no redness at
all after 20 or 30 minutes. If a parent spanks over
clothes (in my days
it would have been full sized knickers plus a
petticoat plus a pleated
woolen skirt at winter time) they will have to use a
heavier implement
and spank much harder which increases the risk of
producing longer lasting
deep muscular damage. Also the spanker can’t see what
he/she is doing.

I agree that today a girl might as well keep her
skimpy panties on.
They don’t offer much protection and “half the
buttocks” stick out anyway.
However, since you haven’t tried it yourself I can
assure you that the
spankee desperately hangs on to any protection he/she
can get and the feeling
of sliding the last piece down (however thin) is just
awful; not because
of embarrassment but because you believe it going to
hurt more on bare
skin.
Worst of all was seeing it lying on our BEDS when we
went upstairs.

That brush certainly had a fascination for me
too. But the
main thing was I never really knew when it was to be
used as we were never
sentenced to "the brush."  It was either
"Go to your room."
(Pretty well always meant a spanking came with it) or
"We'll see about
this at bedtime."  Very rarely were we
actually told "You are
going to be spanked." It was however almost
always used as the threat
"Do you want a spanking with the clothes brush?"

Generally however we knew that it had to be
something fairly classic
for the brush to be used and to be honest a "normal"
spanking, while unpleasant,
was not something that caused me to worry about too
much until the moment.
[I was] 9 or 10 [for the] last one from Dad, 12 from
Mom?? 
Teen years we were always warned that we were not too
old to be spanked,
or "you're not too old to be put over my knee young
lady." Although I do
not remember any spankings in my teen years, just
denial of privileges
and groundings.
I don't think a bare bottom spanking is ever needed
either, though
my mom did some when I was under the age of 7. My dad
never spanked any
of us on anything but clothed bottoms. My mom did what
she was taught,
like I think a lot of people do, so I harbor no ill
feelings about them,
but I have told her that her bare bottom spankings and
implements were
unneeded at the time, her hand on my pants worked the
same magic on my
behavior. And as far as dads not spanking a girl's
bare bottom, my dad
preserved my modesty (as well as my brothers) and I am
appreciative of
that. The spankings coming from him were terrible
enough since I was a
daddy's girl and had so much admiration for him. Some
men feel the same
way, while their wives will spank a bared bottom...
which I can understand
without the sense of a double-standard. Mom's always
feel physically different
towards their kids than men do. They are literally a
part of your body
for 9 months, and that's something men will never get.
I can see where
the dad might want to not do anything that would seem
inappropriate to
the girl as she got older. Having said that, I don't
think moms should
do it either... I am against it... even though I got
them. I wasn't embarrassed
at the time because it was mom and me alone in my room
and I was quite
young, but looking back I do feel pangs of humiliation
knowing I was in
that position of complete loss of control over my
physical being. Differently
than my pants up spankings (which were the normal ones
in our house).
I think I must have been about 10 at the time, just
on the brink
of puberty or maybe already in it and rather
independent-feeling for my
age. My sister would have been 6, almost 7. I don't
really remember the
boys' ages but they were slightly younger than me I
think. I was as big
or slightly bigger than the oldest, I do remember. He
had pushed my sister
in at least once and had tried me when I turned the
tables on him. I was
a lot stronger than I looked I guess and was proud of
my athletic ability.

My undoing was the fact that it was a warm day and
my mother had
opened the front windows in our motel room. So the
boys heard much of my
fruitless pleading about not taking off my bathing
suit for my spanking,
all of my spanking and my cries, plus my mother's
lecture. Of course I
pleaded with her that she had got it wrong, but it
made no difference.
I went up to Mum in my bedroom, and she had the
clock in her hands.
My heart sank.

"You've been stealing!" she said, followed by "I'm
going to WHIP
you!".

Next thing I knew, my skirt and knickers were pulled
down, and -
standing - Mum started to smack my bum HARD with the
pink bath brush reserved
for such occasions.

"No more, Mum" I cried - in vain. Mum blistered my
bottom, to the
point that I actually wet myself uncontrollably (for
the only time, I think,
during a spanking).

She'd never used the word "whip" before, and when
she said that word,
I had imagined it would involve a belt or suchlike.
That was never used
in this or any case, but the bath brush was absolutely
severe enough.

Afterwards, I was left alone and crying - and I can
distinctly remember
looking at my crimson bottom in my mirror, hating Mum
for it.

I've never really stolen since (okay, the odd
envelope from work)
- but I often think about this spanking, my most
severe I ever received.
True to his word, he spanked my bare bottom with the
hairbrush. Normally
spankings at the age were about 12-15 spanks, and any
with the brush were
over my panties. I didn't count but this spanking was
probably closer to 20-24
spanks. Afterward, Daddy hugged me super tight like
he'd never let go,
and I realized he was crying too.
Mother was FUMING and told us to change into clean
dresses and then
appear in the dining room to say hello to the guests.
“Father would deal
with us later”, she said. They were already at the
starter when we showed
up and we ran the gauntlet round the large dinner
table and made some 18
or 20 curtseys. Then we were fed in the kitchen and
between the main course
and the dessert Father found the time to “deal” with
us his usual way in
the master bedroom. Each and every guest heard it and
when it was over
he told us to reappear in our dining room to say good
night to their guests
once we had calmed down. This caused fresh tears and
wild begging to be
spared the embarrassment, but he was adamant. So after
some time we entered our dining room and stood quietly
like “wet mice” along the wall. The guests
were laughing and talking as if “nothing had happened”
till Father got
up and said that his daughters were sorry they had
been late and would
like to say good night before going to bed. All I saw
were “faces of approval
of good Conservative child rearing” round the table.
We dropped a quick
curtsey, mumbled good night and disappeared as quickly
as we could.
She then told me that if I ever did that again,
she'd take my pants
down in front of the other children and spank me with
them watching. 
That hit a nerve.  It was then that I
realized I had an interest
in spankings.
Barbie was 9, and Billy was 5. One Saturday, the
three of us were
found out in a deception that was instigated with two
other children. 
We had camped out overnight in the river drain
tunnels, each set of kids
using the others as an alibi for staying overnight.
when confronted, we
tried to lie, which only made it worse.

I crept up to the windows (which were high and
screened), and although
I could not see, I heard more than enough. Billy's
cries, Barbie's screams,
and the rhythmic flat smacking sounds of the paddle on
those two little
bare bottoms still reverberate in my mind.

The next day, I was still in bed when Barbie and
Billy came into
my bedroom complaining that I should have been spanked
too, and teased
me until I said that they could spank me. They
did this with great
fervor and little effect as I was still under the
sheet and blanket. But
that mild sting did firmly reinforce the sounds of the
previous day, further
embedding and sealing the neural nexus that brings me
to this wonderful
community of like souls.
My mother used a thin belt, folded. I had to bare my
butt and bend
over, elbows on knees or grabbing the seat of a chair.
She'd then stand
back so that there was about 18-24 inches of belt
extension from her hand
to my butt. And it cut like crazy. Up until about age
5 or so she had used
a thin switch, so a thin belt was a logical step up as
I got bigger.

She spanked fast and covered my whole bottom with
red stripes before
she was done.

Whenever she spanked me my mother always tried to
hug and comfort
me afterward. I'd never accept it, but would fight her
off and run off
from her. Sometimes I'd have nothing to do with my
parents (other than
basic requirements) for days afterward.

But when I was 10 my mother spanked me pretty bad
for something I
thought was totally beyond my control.  (I
had failed a math
test because one of my contact lenses was scratched
and not only could
I not see the paper, I was in extreme pain in my
eyes.)

I was so angry with her for spanking me for that
that I resolved
not to make a sound or shed a tear. I found that I
could, for want of a
better phrase, practically step out of my body and
become so completely
detached from the goings on that I never even changed
expressions or even
flinched as she wore my butt out with a thin belt.

It was as if I was two entities, and the one in
control was watching
things and not directly involved. The me who was being
spanked could still
feel her spanking, but the me in control chose for us
not to react to it.
So I didn't.

To my mother it must have been like spanking an
inanimate object.

When it was finally over I still didn't say
anything, but just glared
at her. She was so shaken by this that I was never
spanked by either of
my parents again. But then, I never hugged my mother
again after that either.
She received a lot worse spankings than that one. My
aunt was too
strict with all three of her children, and I do
believe it had long lasting
consequences with all of them. She would spank them
(bare) with a belt
or razor strop for not making straight A's in school.
I don't think we
ever visited them where at least one of them didn't
get a spanking - sometimes
just for looking at her wrong. All three have had
problems in their adult lives
with substance abuse, relationships and
professionally.
I was good friends with the daughter who was my age
and I was over
their house many times all during my childhood when
one of them would get
out of line. This was the early to late '60's. The
father was a no nonsense
guy and if he thought a spanking was warranted the
unlucky girl got it
no matter who was around. In fact, he didn't seem to
even notice who was
there. This happened to the girls up to the age of 10
or 11.
Here's what really bothered me; my mom didn't give
me a chance to
explain my side of the story. I would hate to think
that she knew about
my brother picking on me and thought that I was the
only one who deserved
to be punished because I lashed out. My brother really
could be mean to
me. My butt really hurt and stung for a long time
after that. I had red
spank marks on my bottom for a while and it was very
tender. That night
as I was getting ready for bed, my mom noticed my red
spank marks. She
said, "You must b
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