Growing up in the 60s and 70s, I – along with many other boys and girls – was brought up with spankings from my parents, from a young age until they finished in my late teens.
All of my spankings at home, whether from Mother or Dad, were always given on my bottom. My Mother’s choice of implement was generally the wooden spoon or hairbrush, while my Father always spanked with either his hand or the slipper.
Sometimes, while staying over with any of my cousins, I would also be spanked by my aunts or uncles. One of my favourite cousins growing up was Jenny. We were really close in age, me being just a couple of months older. Jenny was just such a lovely girl and so much fun to hang out with. She was what you would call a typical tomboy, and would often get into trouble herself – which invariably resulted in her getting spanked by either her Mother or Father.
This story is about a memorable occasion, when we both ended up getting a spanking from my Aunty. I had been staying with the family for a week over the school holidays.
This particularly day was extraordinarily hot. Fortunately, there was an open-air swimming pool very close to the family home – and Jenny and I really wanted to go and swim in it to cool down. However, we were not supposed to go to the pool unsupervised, and the only adult around to do that was my Aunty – and she was currently asleep in her bedroom, having just come off a night shift.
We decided to risk it and go anyway. We sneaked into the house together quietly and went into Jenny’s bedroom. Once there, we put our swimwear on under the shorts and tops we were both wearing that day. We found a towel each and in them put clean underwear to change into once we were done swimming – we thought we were being really clever!
We had a great time splashing around at the pool, and even met up with some friends there. After about two hours, I said to Jenny: “We’d better go now.” We went into the changing rooms and headed home, eager to get back before my Aunty woke up and noticed us missing from the back garden.
On arriving back, we were both shocked to find that my Aunty was up early. She heard us both come into the garden through the front gate and on entering the house, we were both called to the living room.
We could see by the look on my Aunty’s face just how angry she was with us both. She told us that a neighbour had seen us both at the pool having fun, and had been surprised she had let us go there. Of course, we had not had any such permission, and we both hung our heads in shame as we were both soundly scolded.
Then my Aunty said: “There’s only one punishment for this, and that is a very hard spanking for you both. Go upstairs to Jenny’s bedroom and wait there for me!”
We headed upstairs and waited for my Aunty to arrive – the wait seemed like an age but in fact it was only probably 10 minutes or so. While we waited for her mother, Jenny said to me: “We’re both going to get one hell of a spanking for this, for sure.” I felt my stomach turn over.
When my Aunty finally entered the bedroom, she had one of her slippers in her hand. I had been slippered before by my Aunty, so I knew only too well just what our little bottoms would be looking like and feeling like soon.
My Aunty sat down on the edge of Jenny’s bed and called her daughter towards her.
Jennys mother pulled her closer to
Jenny was then told to bend over her mother’s knee and she gave her around 15 really hard whacks of the slipper.
After her own spanking, Jenny was made to stand up and watch me getting mine. Again, the order came: “ come here to me.”
I walked over to where my Aunty was sitting, knowing that my own bottom would be on fire all too soon. As she had done with my cousin, over her knee I went for my slippering. I got the same number of whacks that Jenny had just got and my own small bottom must have been as red as hers.
Aunty put us both to face the wall and said: “Stay there, and don’t you dare move until I tell you to!”
We both cried a bit more and stood there – rubbing our sore, red behinds – for about half an hour until my Aunty returned. “Get into bed,” She instructed. “If either of you leaves this room for any reason other than the toilet, you’ll be getting another hiding!”
