Pants Pulled Down And Spanked

Pants Pulled Down And Spanked
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I was around seven or eight when Mum actually carried out one of her most heart-stopping threats. It only happened once, and for me once was enough! We had gone to the swimming baths in another part of the city where I lived – this would have been around 1980.
My Mum, my little brother (three years my junior) and myself, as well as some of our neighbours, were on this particular outing. Three families lived next door to us. The houses were quite large. Some were split into flats, but this was a house share with a different family on each floor. Most of the adults were social workers for the local authority. Jenny and her daughter, as well as Felicity and her son, joined us on that fateful day.
After a good swim – or in the case of us children, a lark about in the water – we got dressed and went into the little café area, still glowing and damp from our exertions, our eyesight still a bit fuzzy from the chlorine in the pool, for snacks and drinks from the pool’s vending machines.
My brother and I were fooling around, as was our habit. We generally got on and played really well together – until we didn’t, and it turned into a fight. Mum was watching us to make sure it didn’t turn nasty and gave us several mild admonishments to be ‘careful’.
On this occasion, we didn’t heed her warnings. My brother knocked over someone’s hot chocolate drink on one of the tables. It almost went all over Felicity, but total disaster was avoided – just.
If us boys was playing up when we were out, Mum would often quell our excesses with the rhetorical question: “Do you want me to pull your pants down right here?” She knew the embarrassment factor would usually pour cold water over whatever behaviour was causing her unease.
Implicit in that statement was the promise of a smacked bottom, of course – and just the idea of such a public punishment would make me cringe with embarrassment. We knew the threat was always there, but Mum had never carried it out. Up until now.
At that moment, I made the fatal mistake of swearing at my brother. Mum did not tolerate foul language from her boys. In fact, she had once washed my mouth out with soap for the same offence, which was an awful experience.
This time, there were no threats – in Mum’s eyes, it was already too late. “Come here!” she snapped at me.
I didn’t quite know what she was going to do, but I knew it wouldn’t be good. I probably thought she’d tell me off and make that ‘classic threat’. Instead, and to my absolute horror, she grabbed hold of me and before I knew what was happening, I was being pulled over her knee.
She was actually going to spank me right there! I prayed that she wouldn’t pull my pants down, but as her hand firmly grabbed the hem, I realised that I wouldn’t be afforded even that last shred of dignity. True to her word, she exposed my bare bottom to all and sundry. I was absolutely mortified.
It was bad enough Jenny and Felicity seeing me bare bottomed over my mother’s knee, but their kids and any passers-by could also now see my little white rump being prepared for a spanking.
I tried to put my hands in the way to cover my bottom. Usually, when Mum beat me with me with the belt, this move was intended to protect my sensitive naked flesh from its blows. This time, the manoeuvre was purely aimed at protecting my modesty. I just wanted to bury my head in shame and not even see exactly who was witnessing this degrading spectacle.
Mum easily pushed my little hands out of the way and without further ado, she began smacking me hard. The slaps were brisk and sharp, ringing out across the room like a humiliating call for even more potential witnesses to turn their heads and see what was going on. Although the sting from my mother’s hand was significant, and left me with a very warm, smarting bottom, it wasn’t as painful as the strap. This time, my pride was hurt far more than my buttocks!
After about five sharp slaps, Mum pulled my pants back up and sat me down next to her. My face must have been almost as red as my bottom now undoubtedly was. I was transformed into a contrite little boy, so embarrassed about what had just happened to him that he barely dared lift his eyes to look at anyone else.
As I mentioned, our neighbours were social workers. The fact that they didn’t bat an eyelid at this bare bottom motherly spanking is definitely a sign of different times. There were certainly no repercussions that I was ever aware of.
More than 40 years later, the events of that day are still burned into my memory. As for the experience itself, it taught me that Mum was more than prepared to follow through with that familiar threat. I learned my lesson – and it never needed to be repeated.
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Date Posted: 20:07:37 09/21/16 Wed

When ever I was spanked, it was bare bum, no other way, and it was always, pants all the way down, then shirt up under my arms, then under pants all the way down, then I would reach across moms far thigh, and put myself in position. What was it like for you?

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[> Subject: Re: How were you bared?

Date Posted: 11:08:34 09/22/16 Thu

For me it was almost always bare bottom.There was some discussion of what I did wrong. Then I would have to hold my shirt up, which kept my hands occupied and gave my dad access to unfasten my pants and take them down, sometimes to my ankles and sometimes all the way off. My underwear followed. Then, with me still having to hold my shirt up, which was more embarrassing when I reached my teens, there would be some more discussion/scolding and I'd go over his knees.

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Date Posted: 22:53:20 05/08/20 Fri

My mother all ways put me over her knee when she spanked my bottom. As a boy growing up in the sub tropics I usually wore just shirt and shorts,without underpants until I was about 13. The shorts had elastic at the back and drawstring at the front which I tried in a bow. When she was going to spank my bottom, mum would undo the bow, put me over her lap and pull down my shorts at the back till my bottom was bare. Then she would give it a good spanking with the wooden spoon or hairbrush. It always stung awfully and I would bawl and kick my feet. When she was finished she would pull my pants up and I would stand up and put my hands inside shorts and try to rub the sting out of my bottom while doing a little dance. Then I could go to my bed till I was cried out.

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[> Subject: Re: How were you bared?

Date Posted: 13:04:55 09/22/16 Thu

Mom bared me for all my spankings (Dad was absent.) She'd take my pants and undies down and lecture me standing in front of her. Often swats accompanied the lecture before I went across her lap. On a few occasions she'd roll up the back of my shirt if it had a long tail, but I was usually wearing a T-shirt and that wasn't necessary. I don't recall her every having me hold it under my arms though.

My aunt spanked the same way, though with her I had to put my hands on my head while she lectured and bared me.

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Date Posted: 13:12:55 09/22/16 Thu

I was always spanked bare I had to strip to my panties then right before getting in position I would pull my panties down .I got the scolding before I was sentenced to a spanking

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[> Subject: Re: How were you bared?

Date Posted: 05:08:25 09/25/16 Sun

Like others I was always spanked bare. Both mom and dad spanked at my house. Dad would tell us to take our pants down. Back then we had pants that tended to be baggy and once unbuttoned they would fall to my ankles. Then I would pull my underpants down. There were usually tight and pulling them down turned them inside out so they would hang below my bottom or towards the knees. Mom had more of a temper and would take our pants down for us. She would unbutton the pants and then pull the pants and underpants down at the same time. They would end up at out ankles. If we did something like talk back she would take our pants down then take us by the arm pulling us towards a chair or the sofa where she would sit to give the spanking. I can still remember walking with pants down and how silly I felt that way.

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Date Posted: 12:45:43 09/25/16 Sun

When I was little, I would be told to get my pants down, which I soon found out, always meant underwear, too. Then I would get in position to dad's or mom's right as they were sitting, and I would get guided into place. If they were particularly angry, I'd get yanked across their lap. As I got older, they never had to tell me to get them down. It was assumed.I kept them at my ankles so I could pull them back up afterwards.

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Date Posted: 09:35:21 10/01/16 Sat

We had to drop our own drawers before getting the belt. If my brother and I were punished together, he always went first. No idea why.... After the lecture, he would order my brother to lower his pants. My father would be taking off his belt as my brother unbutton his pants. My father wasn;t very picky about how we pulled them down, as long as our briefs were exposed. As I recall, we would just get them down about half thigh. We would then bend over the edge of the couch to get our welts.

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Date Posted: 05:00:38 10/03/16 Mon

Was your brother older or younger?

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Date Posted: 14:53:35 10/03/16 Mon

Alan,

Brother was about 2 years younger. Reading other people's posts, seems pretty standard for the oldest to go last.

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Date Posted: 10:56:05 10/04/16 Tue

When I was getting spanked before age 10 or 11, it was always over the knee and jeans and underpants were pulled down by Mom or Dad, if they were spanking one of us on the spot. There were some times when I was already undressed to my underwear and those got yanked down to my ankles before I went over a knee for a spanking. I remember getting yanked out of the bathtub once when I was in elementary school for splashing water out of the tub when my Mom had already told me not to. Nothing to yank down then. Just got pulled out of the tub while my mom sat on the edge of the tub and spanked my bare bottom.

As an older kid, starting around 10 or 11, I still got spanked on the spot but bent over a bed and had to pull my jeans and underpants down myself. If grounded to my room for a spanking from Dad when he got home, then I was already undressed to underpants only and did that myself.

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Date Posted: 01:53:54 10/10/16 Mon

Generally speaking I would be told to go prepare for the spanking, which meant taking my pants and underwear off and bending over the bed/couch.

If I was spanked right then and there (as opposed to going to my room or such) my parents would often take my pants down and put me over their lap.

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Date Posted: 06:23:47 10/11/16 Tue

As a child it was over the knee dress or skirt up panties pulled down. Mom or dad would use there hand. But if I did something that really angred them it was the wooden handeled hair brush, the top of it resembled a small paddel.
At about 10 years old they would make me remove all clothing from the waist down, and bend over the edge of my bed, or my desk chair. It was at that time that I was introduced to the strap. Mom had decided , that at 10 years old I knew right from wrong. I did and the spankings w
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