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Posted by
mjc012074@yahoo.com

on 2014-05-15 23:15:14
Posted by
R.J.

on 2014-05-21 01:31:18
Posted by
jared23b

on 2014-05-25 08:49:47
Posted by
KC91

on 2014-10-03 07:11:20
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superhero

on 2015-08-28 00:04:19
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My son is a freshman in college and I still spank him when he acts impulsive or irresponsible or breaks family rules. He thinks he is the only young man his age that gets spanked. If your in college and still spanked please share your experiences!
I wasn't spanked beyond 16 when I got my last belt to bare butt tanning from dad, except a b-day prank spanking from roommate & buddies on my 21st.
If your son still needs that method of discipline & is receptive at apparently age 18/19 then it may well be appropriate. That is a personal decision & only you & he know the correct answer.
I think if you fif a honest survey you would find that this is very rare
If he wilfully consents to it then that is i suppose is legal but of he is coerced or its inflicted upon him without his concent and he is 18 in most states and countries then its assault ,,
You can tell our son he is not the only college student that gets spanked. I'm 23 and in my last year of college and still get spanked. In my freshman year I probably got spanked once a month, but know it's like every 6 weeks to 2 months. I posted my last one when I did a poll tonight about College Students spanked. My last on was about 3 weeks ago. I was supposed to be home at 3 pm, but got home about 6 pm. My mom told me she was going to spank and put me to bed after dinner. After my shower she came in and took me to my room, laid e on my bed and paddled me, put me in my pajamas and put me to early bed.
I am also a male college student, aged 22 who still gets a spanking from my parents. Your son is definitely not the only one. So add me to the list along with the 23 year old-KC91. I am spanked 2 or 3 times a month on my bare bum by either my mom or dad. They put me over their knee, pull my pants and underpants down to my knees and spank my bare bottom with a wooden backed hairbrush. It is a very big brush and hurts like you would not believe and although I try hard not to holler and cry, I cannot do it and after a small number of hard whacks with the hairbrush, I am hollering at the top of my lungs and crying and kicking my feet in the air like a 6 year old at 22 years of age. This is incredibly humiliating to say the least, but I must admit every bare bottom spanking I have received has been deserved. Not doing my chores around the house, staying out to late partying, having a bad attitude, swearing, not making my grades and other infractions will earn me a good spanking. Most of my spankings are administered in my bedroom, but occasionally I am over my parent's knee with my bare bum on display in front of my sisters and brothers(all younger than me) to send a stronger message to them and me about the consequences of misbehavior. My siblings are also spanked the same as I am. Five days ago, I got caught smoking pot in my room by my mom, so she took me downstairs where the other family members were watching television, told them what I had done, put me over her knee in front of them all, pulled my pants down and blistered my bare backside with the hairbrush and said to my siblings that this is exactly what they would get if she ever caught them smoking pot. What a tanning she gave me, possibly the worst one ever and I don't think I have ever cried harder, yelled louder or kicked my bare feet harder.

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I’ll always remember the last spanking I got while living at home – it was exactly three days before I left home for college!
A couple of weeks earlier, my mom had told me to go through my closet and box up all the old clothes I wasn’t taking with me. She reminded me about this several times over a couple of weeks but I kept putting it off.
Three days before I was leaving, Mom said she wanted the task done by the time she got home from work that day. I started sorting my clothes as requested – but then a friend called and asked me if I wanted to go to the pool. No prizes for guessing what I chose.
Mom was already home by the time I got back, and she was not happy at all. To cut long story short, we got into a huge argument, I smarted off and told her to get off my back. Then I stormed off to my room.
As I was changing out of my wet swim clothes, Mom came in with the family paddle in her hand. I started arguing again, but Mom said I was acting like a child and needed a spanking.
I suppose I could have resisted more, but in the end I thought it best to just bend over and take my licks. Mom usually didn’t spank me naked but since I was already undressed, she did.
I think she knew that this would be the last time she spanked me, so she put a little extra oomph into every spank and gave me significantly more swats than she usually did during my childhood.
In fact, she walloped me so well, I actually cried – something I never usually did during a spanking, even when I was a little boy.
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The year was 1972. I was just about to start the 4th grade at my new school, a Catholic school. I was new to the neighborhood and didn’t know anybody yet, but I was anxious to make new friends. However, I was a little hesitant about going to this school. It would be my first time attending a Catholic school and it was made clear when I enrolled that corporal punishment was allowed. This concerned me, as I had never been spanked before. I tried not to think too much about it as the first day of school approached.
On that first day, I dressed in my new school uniform which was something else that was new for me. I wore navy blue dress pants, a white button down dress shirt, and a clip on tie. All the boys wore this same uniform while the girls wore a blue plaid jumper over a white blouse. My mom drove me to school that first day and I entered my classroom.
My teacher was Sister H. She was an old school nun, cold and stern. It was clear from day one that she would not tolerate any misbehavior or disobedience. I also found out through some of my new classmates that corporal punishment at school was worse than I was expecting. During lunch and recess that first day some of the guys in my class were educating me and one other new student about it. Basically, every teacher had the right to spank as they saw fit. Some teachers were more strict than others, but all were known to spank in some fashion. For more serious offenses you would be sent to the rectory to be disciplined by Father D with a leather belt. And then they told me the piece of information that scared me the most. Teachers could spank you on your bare butt if they chose, and many did.

I was mortified by this information. The idea of getting spanked was bad enough, but having to pull down my pants and underwear too! I was a very timid boy and the idea of having to disrobe in front of a teacher would be a nightmare come true.
It didn’t take long to find out how strict Sister Helen was. On the third day of school one of the boys, Andy, burped loudly right in the middle of class. Sister H chewed him out and then ordered him to come up to the front of the classroom. Andy turned pale and slowly got out of his seat, but didn’t move forward. In the meantime, Sister H grabbed her chair and brought it out in front of her desk.
When she saw that Andy hadn’t moved, she said, “Andrew G, get up here right now!”
Andy put his head down and walked the green mile towards Sister. She was now sitting in the chair facing the class. When Andy got close enough she grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards her so that he was standing right next to her on her left. Without saying a word, her hands went to Andy’s waist. I watched transfixed in horror as she methodically unbuckled his belt and unzipped and unsnapped his pants. She roughly yanked them down to his ankles. Then her fingers went to the waistband of his white underpants and quickly slid them down to join his trousers. He stood there completely bare form his waist to his ankles in a dress shirt and tie.
Sister H then looked Andy in the eye and said, “Andy, why are you being punished?”
Even from my vantage point I could see Andy’s lip quiver as he said, “Because I burped.”
Sister H then asked, “And now how am I going to punish you?”
Andy responded something but was so faint he couldn’t be heard.
Sister H said, “Speak up so the whole class can hear you!”
This time Andy said, “You’re gonna spank me.”
“How am I going to spank you, Andy?”
Andy seemed a bit confused and said, “With your hand?”
“Yes, I am going to spank you with my hand, but that isn’t what I meant. Where are your pants?”
Andy looked down and then said, “At my ankles.”
On the verge of tears, he replied, “My ankles.”
Sister H asked, “Why are they at your ankles?”
Andy responded, “Because you pulled them down, Sister.”
Sister H seemed mildly exasperated. “And why did I pull them down, young man?”
Leading him to the answer, she asked, “To spank you on your? What?”
Suddenly it came to Andy what she was driving at. “To spank me on my bare bottom?”
“That’s right.” She now looked at the class. “I want all of you to pay attention because this is what will happen to bad little boys and girls in this class. You will be spanked on your bare bottom.”
With that, she guided Andy over her lap. She pushed up his shirt tails to his mid-back then proceeded to give Andy a good hard spanking. The smacks on his bare skin were loud inside the classroom and Andy was soon crying loudly as well. After about 20 smacks the spanking was over. She then had Andy shuffle over to the corner to stand there with his back to us and his pants and underwear still at his ankles.
“You will stand here with your naughty bottom on display for 10 minutes.”
Just like that, class resumed, although many of us couldn’t help but look over at Andy and his red behind in the corner. After 10 minutes were up Sister Helen simply said, “Pull up your pants, Andy, and go back to your seat.”
My senses had been overwhelmed and I found it difficult to focus the rest of the day. I hoped and prayed I would not end up like Andy at some point.

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