I enjoyed sharing my last entry. To be clear, I didn’t enjoy living through those experiences, but as someone with my current level of experience in the BDSM community, there’s something fun about thinking back to some of these childhood punishments. It made me want to share a little more about childhood spanking.
My mother spanked a lot when we were little. There was kind of an understanding that at about age 8 it would stop. I have two older sisters and knew both of them were not getting spanked after they got to that age, so I looked forward to it.
And it was true. When I got to be that age, punishments were more about grounding and having privileges taken away.
I had bed wetting problems throughout most of my childhood, well into my teenage years. That’s worthy of an entry on its own. I went through phases where I wouldn’t wet the bed for months, and then other phases when I’d wet almost every night.
I knew my mom was aware of it although we never talked about it. I had a plastic mattress protector on my bed and I was responsible enough to wash my own sheets. I was a typical lazy kid though and would often wet the bed, let the sheets dry, and then sleep in them again. I probably washed my sheets every third or fourth time I wet them.
There was always a tiny bit of embarrassment when my mom would see me washing my sheets because I knew she knew why.
When I was 10, it was during a week-long break from school, and I was going through one of those phases where I was wetting the bed every night. Because I was out of school and had free time, I was washing the sheets each day. After the third day in a row of washing them, I got a weird look from my mother. On the fourth day, while I was putting them into the machine, she appeared in the basement where our laundry room was located.
She asked what I was doing and I said washing my sheets. I was embarrassed. I knew she knew. But I didn’t want to talk about it. She pointed out that I had washed them yesterday. I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t want to say the reason.
My wet sheets were mostly still in my laundry basket so she walked over and looked at them. She asked me if I’d wet the bed. Of course she knew that already. I lied and said no. I don’t know why I lied. I was embarrassed. She touched the sheets and could clearly see that I had lied. She started talking about how often I wet the bed and how there was something wrong.
Nowadays we know you shouldn’t punish a child for bed wetting. But things were different back then. I was expecting to be punished.
She commented that she wasn’t sure about punishing me for wetting the bed, but that I was going to be punished for lying about it. She was standing next to me and she gave me three hard spanks over my pants.
I pulled away. It caught me by surprise. She walked back over to me and gave me a few more spanks over my pants. I tried to pull away and she asked me if I thought I was too old to be spanked. I nodded.
She pulled me out of the laundry room and over to a random out-of-place couch that we for some reason had in the basement. She sat down and told me to get over her lap. I resisted, but knew there was no getting out of this and eventually laid down. She struggled to get my pants down and told me to stand up and take my pants off. I think that might have been the most embarrassing part of the experience.
That spanking seemed to overturn the rule that we didn’t get spanked after age 8, and I continued to get spankings when I misbehaved throughout my teens.
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