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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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Date Posted: 14:19:47 02/20/13 Wed



Carolyn, sorry for the delay in replying, my sister just told me about your post. I am a senior adult now. After my sixth birthday but before my seventh, my mother stopped spanking my rear. My mother, aunt, and sister (when she was old enough) took to spanking my penis and testicles. Mom only spanked my testicles once, and my penis about half a dozen times, by then my sister was old enough and as our mom worked out, the chore was delegated to my sister. My aunts preferred method was to place my flaccid penis across the palm of one hand and spanked with the fingers of the other hand. As I grew older we moved away from my aunt (3 doors down) and my sister had the full responsibility. When I was younger, her usual method was to just slap the top of my flaccid penis with her finger while I was standing. When an erection was a problem, she would use a fly swatter. She used short strokes, side to side on both sides, while I was standing in front of her seated in the living room. After puberty, the embarrassment was worse the the discomfort. Sometimes I was left a bit pink to red but it quickly faded. I was never bruised, cut, or scratched.
For my opinion, I think it was better then the wooden spoon on my rear (that did leave marks). The discomfort is greater on the genitals (remember to use much less force). The fly swatter stung like the dickens and did little, if any, damage to the skin. When my sister discovered it was worse, she started using it even when I was flaccid. It doesn't take many strokes either. 10 to 20 was the usual, and spaced 6 to 8 seconds apart.
I should add: I was usually grounded first, if that didn't do it, I would be spanked.
Hope this was helpful.


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Date Posted: 09:55:05 03/05/13 Tue




My mother, aunt,
>and sister (when she was old enough) took to spanking
>my penis and testicles.

Taking boys' pants down and spanking back and front was not uncommon. When my sitter had jobs sitting neighborhood boys, she also had to keep an eye on her little sister, so she was always around, and one of my rules was not to play with my front parts. I remember her sister saw me one day, and smarmy-like told her "He's playing with his front parts". She came in and saw the front of my pajamas sticking fully straight out. She tugged them right down. I frantically said "I was only scratching my balls, and I couldn't stop." She said "You've been told, you are not supposed to play with these"smacksmacksmacksmacksmack... "Waaaaah!I won't do it again, I promise." Her sister was laughing, she thought it was hysterical--she knew she had gotten me good.

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Date Posted: 11:02:07 03/08/13 Fri




to finish up, when she finished the spanking, she reached down and grabbed the waistband of my winter knit pajamas, and pulled them back up, and of course it went right behind my sore peepee, my sore nuts, ouch! So she puts everything back into my pajamas and turns and pats her little sister on the head and says good job! What did she mean by good job? All she did was snitch, and then watch. I don't think she should get praise. As soon as she told her good job and left the room, her pipsqueak baby sister with the brown nose pointed right at the outline of my peepee and said "don't touch that, or you'll get another spanking". I really needed to rub down there, like it was an itch I guess, and I didn't dare at all, because I couldn't risk getting the spanking again. She was probably used to it all, but when I got spanked, I sure didn't like that she was always around. I thought I was too old to be spanked, but I'm sure she loved it. Though it wasn't as bad as when some new neighbor or classmate might happen to be over, they went crazy.

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Date Posted: 15:16:08 03/08/13 Fri




Thank you very much Tony and Johnny for sharing with us your experiences.

Suzie


>Carolyn, sorry for the delay in replying, my sister
>just told me about your post. I am a senior adult
>now. After my sixth birthday but before my seventh,
>my mother stopped spanking my rear. My mother, aunt,
>and sister (when she was old enough) took to spanking
>my penis and testicles. Mom only spanked my testicles
>once, and my penis about half a dozen times, by then
>my sister was old enough and as our mom worked out,
>the chore was delegated to my sister. My aunts
>preferred method was to place my flaccid penis across
>the palm of one hand and spanked with the fingers of
>the other hand. As I grew older we moved away from my
>aunt (3 doors down) and my sister had the full
>responsibility. When I was younger, her usual method
>was to just slap the top of my flaccid penis with her
>finger while I was standing. When an erection was a
>problem, she would use a fly swatter. She used short
>strokes, side to side on both sides, while I was
>standing in front of her seated in the living room.
>After puberty, the embarrassment was worse the the
>discomfort. Sometimes I was left a bit pink to red
>but it quickly faded. I was never bruised, cut, or
>scratched.
>For my opinion, I think it was better then the wooden
>spoon on my rear (that did leave marks). The
>discomfort is greater on the genitals (remember to use
>much less force). The fly swatter stung like the
>dickens and did little, if any, damage to the skin.
>When my sister discovered it was worse, she started
>using it even when I was flaccid. It doesn't take
>many strokes either. 10 to 20 was the usual, and
>spaced 6 to 8 seconds apart.
>I should add: I was usually grounded first, if that
>didn't do it, I would be spanked.
>Hope this was helpful.

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This is a spanking recollection that I did not witness and only heard about after the fact. It involved the older of my two younger brothers, who was around 13 at the time. When this incident took place, I was already married and out of the house, but my sister Cara, who was around 16 then, was there and witnessed it. I asked her to share her recollections of an episode she says was both memorable and surreal.
Spankings in our house were not uncommon. Both my folks believed in their effectiveness and all of us got them into our mid-teens, mainly from mom, but sometimes from dad, who only used the strap when he did spank, and that was an experience to be avoided!
We had a set of cousins, the children of mom’s sister, and like us, they were also subject to spankings, always from their mother. My aunt and uncle raised six kids: Judi, was my sister’s age, followed by fraternal twins, Jackson and Jordan, who are around my age, then Julia, a year younger, and Jason, a year younger than Julia and around the same age as the older of my two younger brothers. My aunt and uncle later adopted a boy from Vietnam, Jeremiah, who is about 5 years younger than Jason.

My aunt and uncle lived about four blocks from us, but their house was on a dead end street that backed up to woods. They had a large lot and a pool and a built out recreation room with ping pong, air hockey and a pool table. It was a fun place to hang out, but as the cousin counterparts my age were boys, and candidly, both kind of jerks, I did not spend nearly as much time over there as my sister or brothers.
When this event took place it was between Christmas and New Year’s Day. My brother Patrick, who was 13, had stayed at my aunt’s for a couple days after Christmas, immersed in some new game that Jason had gotten. During that stay, Jackson, one of the twins, got into serious trouble for causing some major problem with his dad’s computer. This was at the dawn of the home computer age, and the COMPAQ Presario (!) was kept in a basement office that my uncle ran a couple of side businesses out of. The office was strictly off limits to all the kids, as was his computer. As relayed to my sis from our cousin Judi, Jackson had been busted a couple times before for going in the office. She thought he was looking for cash that my uncle sometimes had in there. The last time he was caught in there, my uncle’s computer turned up not working right.
So, because of his priors in this area, Jackson was presumed to have gone into the office and, again, screwed up his dad’s computer. My aunt, who was judge, jury and executioner, sentenced him to a paddling. This would have been a huge deal there. My aunt definitely played favorites, and Jackson was the golden boy who she always gave every benefit of the doubt. It was extraordinarily rare for him to be punished, let alone paddled. To the rest of us, he was smarmy, sneaky and deceitful, but to her, he was the clear favourite.
I truly wish I had been there to see that spanking, not only because it was so rare that he got one, but also because, according to Judi and my sis, Jackson was very generously endowed. I should mention that because my sis had run off and gotten married so young, my folks kind of kept tight reins on me. I was not yet allowed to date at that point and so my only exposure to male anatomy came when I saw one of my brothers or cousins have to pull down their pants for a spanking.
Fast forward to a couple days later. My aunt calls my mom and relays what had happened and how she had punished Jackson. It seems about a day after that, Julia had come forward and told my aunt she had seen my brother Patrick coming out of the office that day and looking very nervous. You have to understand the relationship dynamic between my mom and my aunt. There was a very weird competitive thing they had around the kids, not just for things like academics or sports, but also around behavior. If my brother had indeed been guilty of this crime, it was making mom look bad as a parent and woe unto you if you were the reasons for that.
I was upstairs, but I could hear mom talking to my brother. She started out asking some innocuous questions about his stay at my aunt’s, then she subtly shifted the conversation to the computer incident and Jackson being punished. I knew from years of experience with these kind of interrogations that she was laying her traps and eventually, if my brother was guilty, he would trip himself up.
“You don’t go in Uncle John’s office, do you?”
“And you weren’t in there any time when you were over there this week?”
“OK, well why would Julia tell your aunt that she saw you coming out of there?”
Mom starts to press and panic sets in and slowly my brother starts to crumble. Mom brings it back full circle.
“I am going to ask you again. Were you in that office and did you touch your uncle’s computer, and I better get a straight answer.”
By this time, I have made my way to the living room and can see into the kitchen where this conversation is taking place. My brother hems and haws some, shifting from one foot to the other. Well, yeah, he may have been in the office, but he doesn’t know about the computer. Mom stares at him, arms crossed.
My brother has not yet developed the skill of total denial to the bitter end. He caves and fesses up to playing with the computer. Mom says nothing, but the glare she is giving radiates anger. Now she will have to call my aunt and concede th
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