Mommy Spanked Me

Mommy Spanked Me
Have you heard your mom being spanked?
What is your opinion on a mother who wants to be spanked as a teenager?
What happens if you get spanked by your mom?
Are there other moms like mine who still spank their daughters?
As a girl, have your mom spank you on your private parts?
What is your opinion on a mother who wants to be spanked as a teenager?
What happens if you get spanked by your mom?
Are there other moms like mine who still spank their daughters?
As a girl, have your mom spank you on your private parts?
Has anyone ever spanked their mom as punishment?
Did anyone spank her mother for her mistake?
What happened when your husband spanked your mother?
Have you ever been spanked "severe" by a friend's parents or watched them getting a "severe" spanking?
Why did your mother spank you (any incident)?
How should I get spanked by my mom?
Who is the oldest person that is still spanked by their mom?
Has anyone ever heard their mom getting spanked or caned?
When was the last time your mom put you over her knee for a spanking? How old were you at the time, and why did your mom spank you?
What is your opinion on a mother who wants to be spanked as a teenager?
What happens if you get spanked by your mom?
Are there other moms like mine who still spank their daughters?
As a girl, have your mom spank you on your private parts?
Has anyone ever spanked their mom as punishment?
Did anyone spank her mother for her mistake?
What happened when your husband spanked your mother?
Have you ever been spanked "severe" by a friend's parents or watched them getting a "severe" spanking?
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As a mom whose husband disciplined her I can say that our daughters have heard me get a strapping more than once. My husband usually takes care of it after they leave for school; but there have been times when he has sent me to our bedroom to “get ready for a spanking”. One time, while waiting naked and bent over the wedge with my hands clasped behind me holding a strap - my eldest daughter (13) walked in and saw me; I told her to leave. She must have heard my belt whipping about an hour later. When I tucked her in she asked me about it and I told her that sometimes mommy’s get a spanking, too
As a mom whose husband disciplined her I can say that our daughters have heard me get a strapping more than once. My husband usually takes care of it after they leave for school; but there have been times when he has sent me to our bedroom to “get ready for a spanking”. One time, while waiting naked and bent over the wedge with my hands clasped behind me holding a strap - my eldest daughter (13) walked in and saw me; I told her to leave. She must have heard my belt whipping about an hour later. When I tucked her in she asked me about it and I told her that sometimes mommy’s get a spanking, too, when they misbehave or don’t do as they are told. She seemed t accept that answer and we cuddled. I remember, my bottom was soooo sore from the strapping I got earlier.
Yes. She and Dad had a very deeply sadomasochistic relationship and she had to endure belt spankings that seemed to go on forever. All us kids heard things from their room—belt cracks and soft crying--but never talked about them. I was the oldest kid so at any given time I knew the most. When I was 13 they left the door cracked, I think they thought they were alone in the house, and I was too fascinated to leave. Dad had Mom on the bed on all fours and whipped her with his belt not just on her butt but everywhere. She cried softly but didn't beg him to stop. Then, after her butt was good and b
Yes. She and Dad had a very deeply sadomasochistic relationship and she had to endure belt spankings that seemed to go on forever. All us kids heard things from their room—belt cracks and soft crying--but never talked about them. I was the oldest kid so at any given time I knew the most. When I was 13 they left the door cracked, I think they thought they were alone in the house, and I was too fascinated to leave. Dad had Mom on the bed on all fours and whipped her with his belt not just on her butt but everywhere. She cried softly but didn't beg him to stop. Then, after her butt was good and bruised, he entered her anally and she screamed into her pillow. It was a scene that's burned into my memory after 47 years.

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The most embarrassing corporal punishment I ever got was when I was 11. My mother was just starting to prepare me for my spanking, which had been coming both for sassing her and for playing ball in the house which resulted in a broken window.
When it came to administering the spanking, Mom always took my pants down herself. She said naughty boys were not allowed to do it. Anyway, just as her fingers were starting to unzip my short pants, the door bell rang.
My mother looked up. “That must be the babysitter – don’t you dare move!” I was so embarrassed when she returned with Sarah, my babysitter. Sarah was only four years older then me and I had a huge crush on her. She was wearing a pencil skirt, stockings and high heel pumps. She looked at me and smiled.
To my utter shame, my mother told her: “Bobby has been a very naughty boy and I was just about to administer his spanking when you arrived. I didn’t realise how late it was, and I won’t have time to whip him. Would you do me a favour and administer it for me?” Sarah looked at me and smiled, then said: “I would be happy to.” Mom told her to pull my pants and underwear down and spank me over her lap, then she left.
When my mother had gone, Sarah looked at me and said knowingly: “I think this spanking will do you a lot more good with me giving it to you. I know you have a crush on me!”
She sat down on the straight-backed chair previously occupied by my mother and called me over, then her fingers slowly finished unzipping my pants. Sarah took down my underpants and looked down – she smiled as she gazed at my growing erection. My embarrassment was complete. Then it was over her lap for my spanking. I felt her stocking-clad thighs under me and rubbed myself against them.
Sarah raised her hand and began to spank me slowly, pausing between spanks to let each one sink in. The fire built up steadily in my bare bottom but at the same time, I also felt something else as my penis rubbed up and down against her stockings as I wriggled. With hindsight, I was on the point of coming. However, just before I did, Sarah stood me up, told me to pull up my pants and go to my room until I could be a good boy.
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That my mom was very good at administering a spanking had lots to do with the fact I presented her with many chances to practice the art of correcting a naughty boy’s behaviour.
Mom’s spanking were always painful yet never abusive. I read some of the stories of kids being spanked till they couldn’t sit for days after and I can’t quite see how the adult doing the spanking could be that rough.
I gave my parents many a reason to whip me good, yet neither ever bruised me or caused me to be hurting for days, even at times when I was spanked a couple of times in one day, as in this next memory I shall recount; nor when I was spanked on consecutive days, as happened on many occasions.
They spanked to punish, and therefore it was painful, but also to teach lessons: that they loved and cared enough about me to take time to spank; that the world had rules, limits and penalties for breaking those rules. Responsibility for actions and the idea of having a duty; them as parents and me as a growing-up boy.
One of the top crimes for which I could count on having my pants taken down and my bare little bottom warmed by hand and stick was for lying. I look back on it now and I cannot believe some of the lies I told – and told with the full if naive belief that I was going to get away with it! That I ever sat down was a miracle, almost as big as that mom never left me at someone else’s doorstep and ran.
Mom’s patience is probably best shown by the fact that she did not beat me bloody when she did spank me; God knows I tried her patience and love enough.
It was the day after Halloween. I was happy with my loot and trying mom’s patience with my pouting, whining, and general nagging her to let me have more of the candy from the night before than I needed. She’d set the limit and this I knew, but I was a self-centred kid to the end (usually, literally, my end).
I was in the middle of one of my pouting binges when the phone rang and mom started to listen to someone on the other end. When mom’s glance turned towards me something told me trouble was coming. The words ‘yes, Mrs. Miller, I’ll take care of it’ froze my blood – I knew what this was about.
“Mrs Miller tells me you stole candy from her last night?” “No, mommy, I didn’t – really!” I was making like a carpet and praying like a priest to get away with the five extra candy bars I’d pinched from Mrs Miller. She couldn’t know I stole them because she wasn’t looking when I took them. “You’re sure, Michael?” Mom asked, dialling a number on the phone. “Yes mommy.”
Mrs Miller had thought my sisters and I were so cute, she’d gone to get a camera to take our pictures, and as she was out of the room I loaded up. I was so smart I didn’t even empty the dish, I left two candy bars so she wouldn’t know any were gone. So went my thought process as mom called Steve Boxer’s mother. Steve had been with us.
To make a long story short, Steve had given me up and Mrs Miller had known by the number of bars I’d removed that either I or my sisters had done the thieving. I broke down when confronted with the facts and was marched from the kitchen to my bedroom.
Mom slipped the suspenders off my shoulders, unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to my ankles. Underpants were then pulled down to my knees and over mom’s knee I went. Thwack, thwack, thwack! The stick, an 18in long heart of redwood, made red stripes across my little naked seat.
“Those are for stealing.” Smack, smack, smack! “Those are for lying. Now, you go lie on your bed and think about what you’re going to say to Mrs Miller when we go over there.”
My butt really stung. I lay on my stomach and rubbed the fire out while thinking about how embarrassed I was going to be at Mrs Miller’s – I really liked her and she was always really nice to all us kids.
Boy, was I going to get Steve for getting me in trouble! (Ah, the thought process of a nine year old!) Needless to say, I beat Steve up after mom and I’d gone to Mrs Miller’s for me to say how sorry I was. It wasn’t bad enough that I beat Steve up, for saving his own behind because he’d been accused of the crime first, but when his mother called mine, I lied to her again.
I was called into the house, confronted with my misdeed and denied it right to mom’s face. What was really dumb was there were many witnesses, including my own sisters. Mom’s face got really red and her mouth barely opened as she told me to go to my room and get my clothes off – all of them.
Boy, was I in for it! Mom came in with the stick and my diapers. I knew it would be a spanking and then to bed for me. She made me lie on my stomach on my bed and she gave me five spanks for the fighting and 10 for the lying. She powdered me roughly and her hand on my hot little bottom was almost like another spanking. She pinned my diapers, pulled up the waterproof baby pants and put me to bed.
When I was called for dinner, I had to go in just a T-shirt and my diapers, which was embarrassing, but also told my dad I’d messed up. It really hurt to have to tell my parents I was a liar or thief, but then I had done the behaviour.
I learned and believe I have succeeded in life, raised good children and helped others because of the lessons taught over mom’s knee. I also know that many others would have been much more violent towards me and my outcomes might not have been so good. I don’t believe in beatings, but I know being spanked did wonders to save my life.
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First I will admit that I have been reading through this site for a couple nights now before I decided to write, and I am really nervous. Even though I went to counseling for a few years, I was just too embarrassed to share this with even my councilor.

It will probably help to know that I am was the only boy in my family, and I had one sister that is 2 years older than me, then two younger sisters that are 3 and 4 years younger than I was. My mom wasn't really sexual with me, but this is more about how screwed up she made my life. My mom seem to always have it in for me, and what made me decided to post this here was because of what she did and maybe there are other people that can relate to this.

My mom doesn't just spank me or ground me like most moms would do, but my mom always seem to be out to embarrass me somehow. I remember that when I was a young child I was not allowed to lock the bathroom door when I took a bath, and I remember my older sister and female cousin coming in and staring at me an laughing while I was naked. I would scream and holler for my mom, but she never came, and eventually my sister and cousin would leave. Of course after my bath I went to my mom and aunt to tell them what happen, but they just laughed and thought it was funny.

This went on every time my cousin came over, and as much as I begged my mom and told her what kept happening, she just acted like it was no big deal and would still not allow me to lock the door. I remember when I was a little older, that I didn't even bother to ask, I just went and took my shower and locked the door. My sister must have tried to come in and found out the door was locked because the next thing I know my mom is pounding on the door demanding that I unlock the door. Of course I didn't want any more of a punishment, so I had to do so, and i imagine it was only a minute or two later that my sister and cousin came in, pulled back the curtain and began gawking and laughing again.

I thought turn around was fare play, but when I tried to walk in on my sister and cousin, the door was locked and yet when I told my mom about this, her attitude was that they were girls and they need their privacy. I get so upset just thinking about this, and that someone how it was perfectly fine for them to have their privacy, but my was almost laughed at.

The other way my mom would punish me was by spanking me, however she always did this by making me pull down my pants and underwear before proceeding to spank me. I understand that a number of kids got spanked on their bare butts, but my mom would do this right in front of everyone. I will never forget that one time when my cousin was over that I was playing with her and my sister in my sister's bedroom, and I don't remember exactly what happen but I remember my sister and I getting into a fight and my mom came up the stairs yelling and very pissed off. When she got into the bedroom, my sister started telling my mom some story about how I started the fight, and right there in my sister's room, in front of both my sister and my cousin, my mom stripped my pants and my underwear down and started spanking me right in front of them. It wasn't bad enough to get a spanking right in front of them, but to almost be stripped naked while they watched is something that still makes me sick to my stomach all these years later.

I also recall one time getting a spanking in front of my whole family. I don't even recall what it was over, but I remember my mom yanking me up right in the middle of my family room and in front of my three sisters and my dad, and my mom made me pulldown my own pants for a spanking. I recall her yelling at me to pull my underwear down, but I was embarrassed and I just froze. I was scared but als
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