I grew up in the 2000s, and by that time I don’t think spanking was really that popular among parents – certainly not the archetypal over-the-knee punishments, at least in the north of England where I lived.
That said, when I was little I got a smack on the bottom about once a week. It wasn’t never intentionally given , but if it happened when Mother was giving me a bath or getting me dressed, it would of course end up being on it.
My older brother got smacked a bit more often, but my little sister hardly ever received corporal punishment. For all of us, it wasn’t a planned, ritualistic punishment – just a random slap now and then, when Mother lost her patience.
I only witnessed one ‘proper’ spanking when I was little, and that was given to the little brother of my best friend James.
On this particular day, his brother Reese was being really annoying. He kept running in and out of James’ room, making a nuisance of himself andgenerally being a gross little brother.
Eventually, James ended up chasing him out of the room. Their Mother got a bit upset about the noise we were making and told us to be quieter. Moments later, Reese came bursting back into the room, screaming and yelling. He’d pulled his T-shirt up to show off his belly, for some reason, and he had held a plate in front of his plate like a mask.
At that moment, his mother came into the room and in a sharp voice, called his name. He jumped with surprised, dropped the plate and it smashed into several pieces.
Naturally, that made his Mother even angrier. She started telling him off, but Reese just screamed even louder, refusing to listen, even shoving his fingers in his ears.
That was enough for his mother. She grabbed him, turned to me and apologised for his behaviour, then pushed her little boy . She then proceeded to give him around 15 hard smacks on his bottom, while he roared all the more.
I’m definitely against hitting children, but as a spanking fetishist I find stories on websites like yours very stimulating. Reese’s spanking was my sole source of fantasy fuel for quite a few years and I’ve relived it over and over in my head.
I saw Reese recently in town – and I think he’s at uni. It’s funny to me that my longest-lasting memory of him is as an annoying little brother getting his bottom thoroughly smacked, rather than the mature, handsome adult he is now!
