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Выбрать язык русский азербайджанский албанский амхарский арабский армянский африкаанс баскский белорусский бенгальский бирманский болгарский боснийский валлийский венгерский вьетнамский гавайский галисийский греческий грузинский гуджарати датский зулу иврит игбо идиш индонезийский ирландский исландский испанский итальянский йоруба казахский каннада каталанский киргизский китайский (традиционный) китайский (упрощенный) корейский корсиканский коса креольский (гаити) курдский (курманджи) кхмерский лаосский латинский латышский литовский люксембургский македонский малагасийский малайский малаялам мальтийский маори маратхи монгольский немецкий непальский нидерландский норвежский ория панджаби персидский польский португальский пушту руанда румынский самоанский себуанский сербский сесото сингальский синдхи словацкий словенский сомалийский суахили сунданский таджикский тайский тамильский татарский телугу турецкий туркменский узбекский уйгурский украинский урду филиппинский финский французский фризский хауса хинди хмонг хорватский чева чешский шведский шона шотландский (гэльский) эсперанто эстонский яванский японский
The following is a true story, which I would love to share with your readers. It happened to me in the early 1980s. My parents divorced when I was seven years old. My Mom had been a stay-at-home mother since I was born, but after the divorce she went back to work and needed to find someone to watch me over the summer.
So she arranged for my Aunt Janice (who was actually her first cousin) to take care of me. Aunt Janice was an attractive woman of around 40 at the time. She had a husband and a couple of teenage kids of her own, but when I stayed at her house it was usually just her and me.
Aunt Janice always acted very friendly and upbeat when my mother was around, but with children she was very stern and strict. The first day that I was at her house, she sat me down to give me a long list of rules – the most important one being: “Do as you’re told, and don’t talk back.”
Aunt Janice then informed me that she had an understanding with my mother that so long as she was taking care of me, she could punish me any way she saw fit. I was a quiet boy, and usually obedient, so I didn’t get punished much at home or at school. I wondered what kinds of punishments Aunt Janice might use. However, I was determined to follow her rules so as not to have to find out.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t long before an issue came up that got me in trouble. I was a shy, slightly anxious kid, and for some reason I had this weird fear of using the bathroom while away from home. I was shy about asking, and I felt self-conscious about the idea that someone might overhear me in the bathroom.
If I needed to use the bathroom at Aunt Janice’s, I would usually wait until she was in the basement doing laundry or upstairs doing housework. But around the third or fourth day that she was watching me, the first incident occurred. I was playing outside in the back yard and Aunt Janice was watching me from the kitchen table. I felt a very strong urge to pee but was too shy to go back inside and explain that I needed to use the bathroom.
After maybe an hour of trying to hold it, I ended up wetting my pants. I tried to hide my accident for a while, but when Aunt Janice came to check on me and saw that I had wet myself, she angrily ordered me inside. She threw my pants and underwear in the laundry and gave me a bath. While I was in the tub, she told me that I would be getting punished for wetting myself.
After drying me off and getting me into a change of clothes, she took me to the kitchen and told me to wait there. She brought a small wooden chair out of the closet and placed it facing a corner. “This is my naughty chair,” she informed me. “Any time you do something wrong, you will sit in this chair and face the corner until I tell you that you can get out.” She then marched me over to the corner and placed me in the chair.
I continued to have wetting accidents once or twice a week over the next couple of weeks. With each incident, my time in the naughty chair increased. Aunt Janice also introduced other punishments – no TV, no toys, no dessert, no going outside – to try to break me of the habit.
Around the third week, after discovering that I had wet my pants while watching TV and left a stain on the couch, she had had enough. After changing me once more, she sat me down and said: “Michael, I have tried every other punishment I can think of with you, and they are clearly not working. There is only one option left – a spanking!”
I felt my heart skip a beat when I heard that word. My mom had swatted me on the behind a couple of times, but had never taken me over her knee for a formal punishment.
My mental image of a spanking, which mostly came from TV shows and movies, was of a child draped over a grown-up’s lap, getting his bottom smacked with a hairbrush or a paddle until it was red and sore. Upon being told that I was going to get spanked, I was very frightened – but also a little curious, and maybe a little excited too, to find out how it would feel to be punished in that way.
Aunt Janice took me intto the kitchen, where she retrieved a wooden spoon from a drawer. She took one of the chairs from the kitchen table, placed it in the middle of the room, sat down, and motioned for me to come near.
When I was face-to-face with her, she asked me: “Does your mother spank you?” I shook my head. “Well, she should,” Aunt Janice replied. “Do you know what a spanking is? Do you understand what I am going to do?” I nodded. “Good – now take down your pants.”
I hesitated a little, but after she gave me a stern look I complied, dropping my pants to my ankles but leaving my underwear on. I was afraid Aunt Janice would tell me to lower my underwear as well, but instead she patted her lap to indicate that it was time for me to lie across it.
I did so then, once I was over her knee, my heart skipped another beat as I felt her peel back my underwear to bare my bottom. Then the wooden spoon was brought down on my bottom for the first time, with a loud smack. I winced at the sting. Aunt Janice raised the spoon again and administered another smack, and this time I let out a whimper.
She proceeded to give me about ten or 12 good, hard spanks – and by the end, I was really in tears.I was allowed to pull my pants up and rub my bottom for a few moments, then I was sent to the naughty chair.
After that first spanking, I made more of an effort to overcome my habit of wetting my pants – but I was not successful right away. I continued to have accidents about once a week, and each one resulted in a stinging, red bottom and a trip to the naughty chair.
Aunt Janice was a consistent believer in spanking children ‘the old-fashioned way’ – over the knee, on the bare bottom. She was also very creative in her choice of implements – I remember being spanked at different times with a wooden ruler, a spatula, and a fly swatter. I even got spanked once with a plastic toy shovel, the kind kids play with at the beach.
However, my story ends on a positive note. On my last day at Aunt Janice’s house that summer, she pointed out to me that I had managed to go a full two weeks without once wetting my pants. She even gave me a hug and told me she was proud of me. Then she added: “I guess all those spankings did you some good!”
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Why I Bare the Boys

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Jack

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« on: November 09, 2017, 04:30:55 pm »
I was requested to address this topic. I believe the actual question is why I handle the actual baring. Let me start by saying that, while I do bare completely, removing pants and shorts, I have not always done that. That started about 10 years ago. I don't remember ever having a problem with Steve or Corey or Tommy having their pants slide down during a spanking. I would take their pants and briefs down t their knees, and they'd stay there. As the 90s went on, boys pants grew looser (and their short trousers grew longer). When I was raising Barry, Johnny and Josh, and Bryce, we started having problems with their pants and briefs sliding down and getting tangled up. That would have been about 12 years ago or so... not long after Bryce moved in with us. Beyond the tangling, I had several times when boys were getting up, rubbing and crying, and they tripped over their pants. Within the next year or two, someone told me that their son had tripped over his pants after a spanking, fell against a coffee table, and broke his nose. Considering I'd already seen the boys tripping, that was enough to convince me to start removing pants and shorts for spankings. I also don't always remove a boys clothes for him either, but let's come back to that. When my mom spanked me, back when I was under 10, she made me take down my own pants (and sometimes briefs). Later both my dad and Ralph did that. I honestly hated it. To be even more honest, when I started spanking my little brothers, they fussed and argued about taking their pants down, just like I had. I did it for them. I liked it. The twin facts that I like to do it, and that it gets things done without so much whining and complaining (and wasted time) would probably be enough for me to have stayed with it. However, I also think it's actually easier on the kids. As I said, I hated being made to bare myself. As a matter of fact, the person who asked me this question stated in his contact to me that, " I would be crying by the time I finally took my underwear off, (I was always very sensitive) so stripping myself was difficult. It made the fact that I was going to be whipped, REAL. " Let's take a second to differentiate here, since I don't always undress the boy myself. In my home, we're pretty casual about clothing. We've lived in this home for over 17 years now, and there has never really been a girl who lived here regularly or long-term (my sister, Amanda, had a room at our previous house, between here and me being married to Cathy, but by the time we moved in here, she was in her upper teens (she's barely younger than Steve, about the same age as Mikell), and spending nights and weekends with her big brother wasn't really a thing anymore). While a female might put a fox in the hen house, most of my boys and a lot of our more regular visitors are somewhat comfortable with nudity and their bodies. With the younger boys, they're not worried about me seeing their body (which I probably just saw in the bathtub last night), they're worried about how much worse the spanking is going to hurt with no protection. It's different with older boys. Let's be honest, most of Curtis' shoes are either slipons or have velcro fasteners. He can tie his own shoes, but it's still hard for him to get a good knot, and his absolute favorite, blue light up shoes, only came with ties. So I often get to tie them for him, when we're going someplace he can wear them. In the same way, he likes me to help him get his pajamas on after his bath, and I sometimes help him finish dressing if we're starting to run close on time. Also, I help him get undressed for his bath in the evening. Connor sometimes gets some of that treatment, but not nearly as much as Curtis. Why? Because he's more coordinated than Curtis is, and is better able to do it himself. Doing things for themselves is one of the ways boys (any people, I suppose) measure maturity. Having things done for you can be nice, both for the help, and because sometimes it's nice to regress a bit and be pampered. Still, as boys get older, they become older and more physically mature, their dignity becomes more important to them, and being undressed like a little child goes from being a comfort to being an affront. That doesn't even consider that boys are becoming sexual (or aware of their sexuality) at about that same time, which can make the idea of being undressed even more stressful. Because of that, once boys reach middle school level, I start giving some consideration to allowing them to undress themselves. Usually if a boy of around 12 or older asks, I'll give him the chance. With a boy who's definitely growing up, or who seems very uncomfortable or shy, I may very well give them the chance without them asking. Then again, if I do give them the option, I expect them to do it without arguing or delay. As boys get older, especially once they're old enough to be offered paddle swats or restrictions, I pretty much allow them to do it themselves, and they pretty much know to get it done. Yet, there's still another exception. When an older boy has been acting in an especially immature way - whether through one especially bad incident or a recurring problem - I will let them know how disappointed I am with them and why, and then I'll spank them just like a much younger boy, including undressing them myself (but with an age appropriate implement, of course). This was not a consideration when I started doing this, but I think there is a certain amount of truth to it. The simple fact is that, when a kid gets in trouble, he's rebelling against his authority figure. When that authority figure steps in and the kid has to allow himself to be prepared for his consequences - he's having to submit himself to that authority figure again. I didn't think of it for years, and I doubt even an older kid would think of it, but I think there is a certain amount of truth to that. So yeah - while this probably rambles a bit (it's taken me over 24 hours, in several sittings, to write it), I think it pretty well deals with my thoughts on the issue.

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« Reply #1 on: November 10, 2017, 03:05:21 am »

Jack

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« Reply #2 on: November 10, 2017, 04:23:10 am »
Thank you, Zyngaru. I had actually come back this morning to break it down a bit, only to find you'd already done it for me. As for taking some time to do it, you are partially correct. In large part, having some crazy weather these days, and having daylights savings time only recently end also has me sleeping more than usual, and despite Daniel's help at the store, I'm actually finding myself just as busy as ever (though a large part of that new business is very enjoyable - like the volunteer work at BCA). When the question was asked, I was also asked how I do it. While that's been described in many of my stories, I don't see any reason not to give it a quick break down again. Let's assume a boy dressed for cooler weather, but who's been inside for a while - socks, long pants, normal underwear, a polo and an undershirt. He was wearing a hoody and shoes, but those have already been removed before he got in trouble. Depending on how the polo fits, and whether it's tucked in, I may start on his pants. Let's say he's untucked it, and it's pretty long. If I can tell he also has an undershirt, then I will probably have him raise his hands and remove the polo shirt. Then he will have to hold the t-shirt up, well above his natural waist (possibly all the way under his arms, which does more to keep his hands out of the way than anything). With clear access to his pants, I will undo the belt first, if he's wearing one. I will then go to the zipper. Using my left hand, I will spread the fly to expose the zipper, then use my right hand to take it down. Then I will undo the button (which can be stubborn when the zipper's still done). Then the pants will be lowered to the boys knees. If I'm preparing two boys, I will actually probably stop when the fly is spread, then bring the other boy to the same point, before coming back, and taking each boy to here. Once the pants are at or below the knees, I will have to change position a bit (and with younger/shorter boys, I will often sit them in my lap at this point). Pants go the rest of the way down. This can be difficult even for older, better coordinated boys, so I often suggest they put their hands on my shoulders to help balance. When pants are off, they have to stand again, lifting shirt. Their underwear come off much more easily. Drawing this out can be hard on the boys - making them wait longer for what they know
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