During the 1970s, when I was growing up, a smacked bottom was such a routine punishment for a naughty youngster that we children regularly included corporal punishment in our games, particularly playing ‘house’ or ‘school’.
Despite the profusion of such stories on your website, I believe the number of kids who actually got smacked on the bare bottom was actually fairly low – certainly, most of the smackings I witnessed or heard about were usually to the seat of a boy’s trousers – and it was usually boys in trouble!
Nevertheless, we were cute enough to know that some children were unlucky enough to get their pants put down before they were smacked and so we incorporated this into our play, too, sometimes. This had to be reserved for when you could be somewhere quiet and private, maybe in an attic or deep in the woods.
My friend Andrea and I often took turns to be the child and the other would delight at finding an excuse to put the ‘naughty’ one over their knee and smack, sometimes quite hard. You had to be careful not to hurt your friend too much, as then the other would cry and run off, and the game would be over for a while.
Andrea had a little brother, Peter, and he would sometimes join in these rather illicit games. I think us girls would be about nine and Peter aged seven at the time most of this happened.
Smacking Andrea or Peter was always exciting, even when I was just whacking their trouser seat or skirt, but my favourite times were when we were private enough that we could give it on the bare bottom. This felt deliciously naughty (and indeed, we would probably all have been soundly spanked had we been found out).
I particularly liked to smack Peter. As he was younger, he was much smaller and fitted over my knee like a child would across his mother’s lap. I was curious about his privates, too, and took my time to have a good look at his willy as I took his trousers and pants down and gave him a mock scolding. He had a beautiful little bottom and I loved turning it pink and sometimes red (although achieving the latter was sailing close to the wind in ending the game).
I had to take my turn over the other children’s laps, too. Having Peter take down my knickers and showing him my bum and ‘front bottom’ felt so wicked and made me tingle between my legs: something I obviously didn’t fully understand at the time. I liked being over Andrea’s knee, too – I used to pretend she was my big sister who had caught me doing something naughty, and I was being soundly punished.
I think I had a higher pain threshold than the other two children, so I would often go home with quite a red bottom, which of course I then had to be careful to hide from my parents, in case I was then given the ‘real thing’.
Those games sound rather fun. 🙂 I never got to play anything quite as daring as that. However, I do have one fond recollection from my childhood about smacking games. In the late 1970s, I was just starting primary school, and when I was six, there was a pretty blonde five-year-old girl called Amanda in my class who was my first crush. (I once told my mother I wanted to marry Amanda when I grew up, but then her parents split up, she went back to the UK with her mother and that was the last I ever saw of her, although we did exchange a couple of letters. So much for that plan.) Anyway, Amanda and I liked to play a game that we called “Mothers and Fathers”. It was, by and large, a very innocent sort of game. We would play it during morning or afternoon breaks. I would be the “father” and Amanda would be the “mother” and some of our classmates would be our “kids” who would crawl around and act a bit like bratty babies. (I don’t think we were ever the “kids” in this game; we were always the “mum” and “dad”.) The “kids” needed “discipline”, and Amanda would smack them on their bottoms now and then. That was quite a core component of the game. Actually, looking back, it was probably a variation on “tag”, except that anyone who got smacked still had to be “kids”; they didn’t get to take a turn as “parents”.
I don’t recall smacking the “kids” myself in these games. I mean, I might have done, but I have no memory of it. If I did do it, it did nothing for me. What I do quite vividly remember though is the little thrill I got every time Amanda smacked them. Even at the tender age of six, the seeds of my adult spanking fetish were beginning to germinate. I wouldn’t say that I got aroused as such, more that there was a slight tingling or excited feeling whenever Amanda would smack one of “our kids”. I think I was quite happy to let her be the “disciplinarian”, because in my home, my mother gave 99% of all my smackings, so I just saw it as being mainly the mother’s role. Perhaps it was that way in her home too. But like I say, there was also that thrill factor.
My first ever teacher was fond of dishing out the occasional smack on the back of the hand. That neither upset nor excited me. But I recall on one occasion, she threatened to put me over her knee. Despite my very young age (5-6), I actually did become rather aroused at that thought. It’s one of the earliest memories I have of being properly turned on by spanking (or at least, the thought of it). She never did give me such a spanking, which was probably for the best, but part of me wishes she had carried out her threat. Like I say though, my games with Amanda didn’t cause proper sexual arousal, but still gave me a lovely little thrill that I remember to this day.
This sounds so familiar.
I was a child of the 70s and early 80s. Like you say, despite evidence on here, CP was on the wane at home.
However it was still a constant threat at school. So I would always try and engineer school games with friends.
Every now and then it would be bingo and end up bare bum. It did mean getting my own bum smacked but it was worth it as it meant I could smack the others.
Such amazing memories of smacking Angela, and her younger brother Guy, bare bum over my knee.
I have to say this brings back vivid memories for me. Around the ages of four or five I was aware I had an interest in being spanked, I know not why I wasn’t smacked as a kid at home.
At eight or nine playing with a girl (Let’s call her Gillian) the same age as me and her younger brother we played Doctors & Nurses and Mums & Dads, spanking was a regular part of every game, Gillian spanking us two boys at every given chance. One memorable occasion she fetched her mum’s hairbrush and she spanked me with that pretty hard over her knee. I can only assume it was a regular event in their house because she was pretty good with that brush and tellings off!
I often wonder why I like this whole subject, it was in the early seventies prevalent, at school and most homes, I felt ours was an exception, odd that I enjoy a bit of spanking even now in my older years, no point in trying to work out why just enjoy it while I can!
I wonder where ‘Gillian’ is these days, I imagine as she was the instigator to all the spankings I enjoyed as a kid, she has a husband somewhere and is happily spanking him. I don’t have kids through choice, not sure I would take things quite as far as some on these pages report, but I do think there is a place for the odd smack or two when young.
When I was about 7 my older brother told me about the punishments he received at school with the slipper and cane, he was quite proud of them!
I was curious to know what it felt like and he offered to give me a taster, adding that it would be good preparation for me.
So he gave me a good 6 across my shorts with my plimsol.
Obviously it stung, but it was also fun in a way, especially after the initial sting had subsided.
Yes you have brought back some memories there..
I was 10 at the time and just moved in with my auntie and made friends with the neighbours kids there was only four children in the street now. Me 10, a boy of 14, a girl 12 and another girl 8..
We had known each other a while now and we decided to play kings and Queens, S was the oldest and he was king, the girls was his queen’s. And I was the slave and alway had to strip to my underwear or sometimes naked , and i was made to do things if i didnt I’d have my bare bottom smacked the girls were made to strip to and were smacked to..
This was in the 60s and my friends and I were all periodically spanked.
At age 11, soon going into 6th grade, we had one or two summers when we were super bored, the six of us would go down to one of their basements .
Our game was three of us would pull down our shorts and panties and bend over to put our hands on the couch, with our bared bottoms sticking up.
Most of us already were developing with our breasts and pubic hair. So that was another fun thing to compare. But this is about our spanking game.
Three of us would spank the other three bottoms by hand. We would each give 5 spanks to see who would be Redder. The one who is the least red would stay with her bottom sticking up, and the one who was most red would get to trade places with her Spanker.
Because I am fair skinned, my red bottom turned red pretty quick. In this case, more of a dark pink. So we kept rotating until our bottoms were all the same color. Some games we did not use the hand. We may have used a ruler or hairbrush for our bottoms to see how our bottom colors compared.
Anyway, the one who got most red first after everyone had done the first complete round, got to stay out for round two and so on, until one girl was left. That one had to lay on her back on the couch and her Spanker would hold up her legs over her head for each of us to give one hard spank.
Believe it or not, the loser was the winner because she held out the longest and we each had to pay her $1.00 because she had the redder bottom.
We eventually got tired of this game and found other creative games. Especially because bottoms needed time to heal and we had to be very well behaved during that time so our parents wouldn’t see our bottoms like that. Then we would be in real trouble.
We were 4 children and I was the oldest growing up in South Africa in the 70’s and 80’s.
Spanking or rather canings were pretty much part of the daily routine in our house and school but never bare bottom.
However we regularly blackmailed each other into bare bottom hidings by threatening to tell our parents of some misdeed unless the ‘guilty’ party submit to punishment to be administered by a sibling.
I was the main culprit but my younger brother and sisters also on occasion had the opportunity to tan my naked ass with our mothers strap or cane.