Two spanking experiences I want to share:
1 - I was 12 years old and hanging out with a school friend on a Saturday. For some reason, my friend thought it would be funny if he called 911 and then hung up. He picked up the phone in the room we were in and placed the call. As soon as he hung up, he completely disconnected the phone from the landline. I wasn’t sure why he did that.
It wasn’t too long after that when police showed up at the door. They explained they’d gotten a 911 call from this address and they have to investigate every call. My friend’s parents were furious and immediately suspected us. But my friend explained there was no way we could have done it because the phone in the room we were in wasn’t even plugged into the line.
His parents accepted that as proof of our innocence. In their minds, that left only one possibility. It must have been his little sister. She vehemently claimed she hadn’t done it, which of course was the truth, but the parents did not believe it. They went into her bedroom and closed the door.
There wasn’t a huge amount of privacy in that house, and I could clearly hear that she was being spanked. I could hear her crying and insisting she hadn’t done anything, followed by more spanking.
Even though I wasn’t the one that made the phone call, I felt a huge amount of guilt that she got so severely punished for nothing. I went home still feeling that guilt. When I walked inside, I just had this look of guilt and shame on my face, and my mother immediately asked what was wrong.
I’m not sure why I did it, but I started with an explanation that I knew wasn’t really true. I asked her if she had gotten a call from my friend’s mom. She said no, and I acted both surprised and relieved. So she asked why. She asked specifically what we had done that would have merited a phone call.
I told her the truth. I confessed that we had called 911, a crime that we had already completely gotten away with. But I told her we’d been caught, and that my friend had been seriously punished by his parents. She asked what his punishment had been. I felt all the shame and guilt come back as I thought about his sister getting a spanking. I responded, “He got spanked and grounded.”
My mother was no stranger to giving spankings, and I was aware I was essentially asking for one. I think it was just what my guilty conscience needed. But then she asked how long my friend had been grounded for. I knew I would get grounded for whatever amount of time that I answered. I was really deciding my own punishment.
I took too long to answer, so she threatened to call my friend’s parents to find out. I begged her not to. I responded finally had he’d been grounded for 10 days. I thought if I said anything less than that she would think I was lying.
She proceeded to spank me and ground me for three weeks.
2 - One Sunday morning about a year later, my mom had woken me up to get ready to go to church. I told her I was up and getting ready, but I stayed in bed mostly asleep. Then she kept knocking on my door reminding me that it was getting close to time to leave, and each time I would call back that I was almost ready even though I was still laying in bed.
I finally got up and dragged myself into the bathroom. I was standing in there naked, getting ready to brush my teeth, when my mom knocked on the bathroom door. I was about to respond again that I was almost ready, but she opened the door and saw me there naked and not even close to being ready
She was angry. We carpooled to church at the time with this couple, and she told me that everyone was out in the car just waiting for me and here I was still naked. She pulled me out of the bathroom and into the living room. She sat on the couch, pulled me over her knee, and began spanking me.
Spanking was a common punishment for me at that point in my life. I would say I had a high tolerance for it and it didn’t bother me quite as much as my mom probably hoped that it would. But on this occasion, being spanked fully naked in the living room while my sister and this couple were out sitting in the car felt really embarrassing. I just knew the longer this spanking continued, the better the chance that someone would come inside to see what was taking so long, and would see me naked and getting spanked.
This feeling of embarrassment left me begging my mom to stop the punishment and just let me get ready. She wouldn’t hear of it, and continued spanking me. It’s not unheard of for me to cry during a good spanking, but in this case I was pushed to the point of tears very quickly. I started sniffling and that quickly turned into full-on sobbing and crying.
We needed to leave the house at 9:40 to be on time for church. My mother told me that she was going to ground me for a week for every minute late we were after 9:40. There was a clock visible from where I was and it said 9:39. We weren’t technically late yet. I wanted to jump up and get ready but she kept spanking me.
I kept saying things like, “I’ll go get ready really fast now,” but the spanking continued. I watched the clock hit 9:40 and then 9:41. It made me cry more to think that my grounding was already being counted and I was still naked and being spanked, not close at all to being ready. She finally told me to go get dressed, and as I was getting off the couch I saw the clock hit 9:42.
I rushed into my bedroom and threw clothes on as quickly as I could.
When I came out, my shoes were untied, my belt was off, and my tie was just loose around my neck. My mom looked at me and said the clock was still ticking until I completed those things. I had only barely stopped crying from my spanking. I was still sniffling and there were still tears on my face. For some reason, when she said that to me, it brought the crying back full force. The clock said 9:46.
I stood there sobbing and she said, “You can cry, or you can finish getting ready, it’s up to you.” I bent over and tied my shoes, but I was doing it while crying quite hard and I didn’t have the urgency that I’d had while getting dressed. I put on my belt and arranged my tie. When done, with me still crying, we started to walk out the door my mom pointed to the clock. It said 9:49.
She said, “I think 9 weeks is the longest you’ve ever been grounded. I hope you learn your lesson.” i was trying really hard to hold in the tears since I knew I would have to get into the car with other people. We started walking towards the car and she stopped and motioned me to come close to her.
She said, ” When we get home from church I’m going to finish your spanking.”
We got in the car My mom commented that we were finally ready. I was doing my best to be quiet but it was very obvious that I’d been crying. My mom spoke up and said that I ought to offer an apology to everyone in the car for making us late. I knew if I tried to say anything, it would immediately make me start crying again.
I sat there in silence for a second, really trying to hold in the tears, knowing I would have to say something and the it would result in embarrassing myself. The man we carpooled with said something like, “We’re all waiting for this apology.” And I started to say something when the crying came back. I never said anything.
When we got home, we immediately went to my bedroom and I knew I was in for more spanking. As it began again, she said, “I hope not apologizing was worth it for you.”
I defended myself. “I couldn’t talk without crying.”
She suggested I call the man we carpooled with and apologize over the phone. I resisted. That seemed embarrassing and awkward. She said, “I’m adding three weeks to your punishment for not apologizing this morning. If you call him right now it will be only three weeks, otherwise it will be more.”
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