It was quite later on in my formative years when I got my first-ever spanking.
I was playing baseball with five of my friends, Paul, Jacob, Duke, Jerry, and Alan in a large empty lot next to Paul’s house.
All five of us were in little league and we needed to practice before the next game.
We lined up the bases and put home plate near pauls house in order to work on hitting curves and sliders.
I was pitching, Jerry was catching and Paul was on the plate.
The Others were in the outfield.
I had a fairly good slider and paul had missed three of my pitches and had hit two foul balls out the third.
I switched to a curve and he caught a big piece of it, but it went foul to – straight back toward the house, where it sailed towards an upstairs window and smashed through an upper pane.
No one said anything.
We knew we had set up far too close to the house, but since we were hitting in the opposite direction we thought all would be safe.
It didn’t take too long for Paul’s mother to come out.
She walked the short distance towards us and looked up at the broken window.
We all liked Mrs Winters.
She always had cold drinks and snacks for us when we played there and she gave us great treats at Halloween each year.
Mrs Winters was frowning but she did not appear too upset.
“I did it, Mother,” Paul said ” I am so sorry.”
” You all should know better than playing ball games this close to the building,” Mrs Winters said.
“It will be very expensive to get the window fixed,” she continued.
All five of us stood there feeling ashamed of our actions.
“Paul go into the house please,” said Mrs Winters, “I will be along in a minute.
“The rest of you boys stay right here, I will be back in ten minutes and I will want to talk to each and every one of you.”
With these orders now duly given Mrs Winters followed Paul back into the house.
All us boys did what we were told and gathered up the bases whilst we waited for her to return.
Practice was over for the day.
It was a tad longer than ten minutes before Mrs Winters returned, followed by paul who was looking very sad.
His eyes were red and he had been crying.
Mrs Winters sat down on the picnic table and beckoned us all too come close, which we all did.
Mrs Winters told us all that Paul had just been punished.
As well as this in addition to the spanking he had just received Paul had been told that he was to forfeit a dollar of his pocket money each week,
This forfeit would continue until the repairs to the window had been paid for.
I felt very sorry for poor Paul,
“I am sure you boys all understand that you are all partly responsible for the damage to the window.” Mrs Winters said.
“So perhaps you would all be willing to contribute a dollar of your pocket money a week towards the repairs to the window as well.”
We all looked at each other and nodded, after all, it only seemed fair.
“There is one more thing as well,” said Mrs Winters.
” I want you all to go home now and tell your parents just what happened, and that I want them to spank you as well. After they do come back and tell me that you have been punished. Untill I know this has happened you are not to come round here and play with Paul again. Is that understood?”
What could we do?
We nodded one more time, said our goodbyes, and walked out to the street.
“Father is going to be really really cross,” Duke said. ” I had better tell my mother instead,” He continued.
“She does not spank quite as hard as he does.
Jerry said, ” I am really for it, Mother will paddle me good.”
Myself, I did not say anything for I had a much worse dilemma.
My mother was a single parent who did not believe in spanking.
She would probably give me a softer option and ground me instead.
I was now truly worried that that would not satisfy Mrs Winters
Although Mrs Winters was very nice, she was also very old-fashioned and very strict.
If she wanted us all spanked for the damage that had been done to her window, It was unlikely that she would settle for anything less.
Mother was out shopping when I got home.
When she came back she asked why my baseball practice had ended so soon.
I told her something awful had happened and that there had been an accident.
I continued to tell my mother that we had accidentally smashed one of Mrs Winter’s windows.
“Oh Dear” my mother replied, ” Was it your fault?” she asked.
” I was not batting,” I replied. Paul was, but I was pitching so I am as much to blame as everyone else,” I continued.
” We have all agreed to give Mrs Winters a dollar a week out of our pocket money until the window is paid for. But but but” I stuttered, “There is something else Mother.”
I hesitated to tell whilst mother waited patiently.
“Mrs Winters took Paul into the house and spanked him. She then told the rest of us that we were to go home and ask for a spanking as well, and come back and tell her after it had been done.”
” I am very sorry to hear this,” said Mother, but you know only too well Peter, we do not spank in this family. You will have to tell her that your punishment is not television for a week as well as some extra chores.”
“But Mother,” I whined,” If I do not get spanked Mrs Winters will not let me go there to play anymore.
“I am not happy about this,” Mother said,” It is not ok for another parent to tell me how I should be punishing my own children.”
“So what shall I tell her?” I asked. ” I want to be able to go around to their house and play with Paul again, and I cannot lie about it, after all that would be wrong.”
Mother was silent for a moment.
Then She said, “Let me think about this.”
After supper that evening, Mother gathered us all together, so my sisters Lucy and Claire and my little brother Ben would know what was going on.
Mother explained what had happened and she told us all that she was not going to make a big deal out of the situation with Mrs Winters.
However, she also made it very clear that under no circumstance would she use spanking on any of us just because someone else’s parent thought that she should.
“The boys should of been more careful where they were all playing,” Mother explained to her offspring, “But Peter admitted to being partly responsible and I am so proud of his honesty.”
” However he still has to be punished and punished he will be, So there will no television for a week for Peter and he will have to undertake extra chores.
Mother then added that she would be calling Mrs Winters to explain.
“Can I tell her myself ?”I asked, “I should be the one to explain.”
I was already thinking of how to make things right again. I really liked Pauls mother and she was after all expecting to hear from me in person.
“Is that what you wish to do Peter?” asked Mother.
“I really should,” I answered.
“Very Well then.” Mother said in an agreeable tone.
“When you come home you have to tell me everything that happened, after all I do not wish to have any ill feelings with the Neighbours.”
I told Mother in a grown-up manner that I would deal with everything.
The next day, which was a Sunday I arrived at Mrs Winterss’s house after lunch and rang the bell.
It was Paul who answered the Door.
“I have to speak to your mother Paul,” I told him.
“I know,” he said
Whilst coming through the door he enquired as to whether I received my spanking from my mother.
I found myself ignoring the question.
Instead of answering, I asked Paul how his mother spanked him.
“Mother has a Paddle,” he Said, ” Father made it for her. It is pine with groves on it and had my name on the back.”
“Does it Hurt,” I asked.
“Does it ever,” replied Paul. I have to drop my shorts and briefs as well.”
Mrs Winters came into the living room.
“Hello Peter,” she said pleasantly. I am overjoyed to see you here. Did you come to talk to me.
“Yes Mrs Winters,” I answered, “But it may not be what you want to hear, My Mother won’t spank me. She never spanks any of us, She does not believe in it. As a punishment, she took away the TV and I had to do extra chores for a week.
“Well that’s a problem,” Mrs Winters said. You were all responsible for what happened and thus you should all be treated equally. The other boys have already had their bottoms smacked.
“That’s ok.” I quickly replied without thinking, “You can spank me instead.”
Mr Winters looked surprised.
“That is very brave of you Peter, Did your mother suggest that?
It was not in my nature to lie and I found myself looking at the floor.
“She Didn’t Did she? she said. “Well it does not matter” she continued.
Feeling unhappy with this situation I almost blurted out.
“Paul got spanked, and if the others were spanked then ill be the only one who wont be able to come round to play.
“Oh no,” Mrs Winters replied. “This is not your fault Peter,
“But I am to blame as much as anyone else for the Broken window.” I said. “and I should be punished the same way as Paul.”
Mrs Winters thought this situation over for a moment.
Finally, she turned to her son and said firmly but kindly.
“Paul I want you to go and fetch me the Paddle, please, and then I want you to go upstairs to your bedroom and make sure you close the door. I will call you when you can come down again.
Paul followed his mother’s instructions and after fetching the paddle climbed up the stairs. When we heard the bedroom door close, she pointed to one of the arms of the sofa.
Whilst pointing at the sofa she told me that that was where Paul had to bend over for his spankings.
I took a deep breath.
It was far too late to back out.
I took hold of the elastic waistband of my gym shorts and pulled them down to my ankles.
“What are you doing?” asked Mrs Winters.
“Doesn’t Paul get spanked this way,” I asked,
If so I should as well, after all, its only fair.
“Well, I must say, this is a first.
I have never heard of a boy Volunteering to be punished before,
I pbent over the arm of the sofa.
I was determined to take my punishment without crying.
Mrs Winters then picked up the paddle and then proceeded to gently tap my bottom with it three times,
“You can get dressed again.” She announced.
In some confusion, I failed to move.
“Mrs Winters, you did not really spank me,” I stated with some at least some trepidation. ” What will I say to my mother?”
“You mean you plan to tell her about all this,” she asked in a gentle but equally somewhat confused voice.
“You told me that she does not know that you are volunteering for a spanking.”
“No, she does not know Mrs Winters, at least not yet,”I answered, But I do have to tell her everything that happened to me when I get home. I promised her I would. I must, as I never hide things from my mother.”
It was quiet a big living room. I was a little embarrassed, a little apprehensive and a Little frightened, lying there with my bottom exposed and afraid of what was going to happen next. However I was fully determined to see it all through.
“I would not want you to lie to your mother Peter,” stated Mrs Winters. “I would like to tell her what a fine young man I think you are, and that I forgive you for what happened to the window.
“Are you going to spank me Mrs Winters,” I asked in a passive voice. “Please Mrs Winters you must.”
“Very well then Peter,” replied Mrs Winters still somewhat baffled that I was volunteering for such a thing. “You do understand it is going to hurt though?”
“Yes Mrs Winters, I understand,” I replied once again in a passive voice.
Again I buried my face in the sofa cushion, knowing that this time the paddling would be for real.
Mrs Winters Proceeded to paddle me for what must have been at least three minutes as I lay perfectly still accepting the harsh punishment I thought I deserved.
Finally, my first-ever spanking was over.
Although it had hurt and I was in tears I was proud of how I had taken it.
At long last Mrs Winters said.
“You can cover up again, your punishment is over.”
“Thank you Mrs Winters,” I said to her, still with tears running down my cheeks.
“You have paid your Debt Peter and you will be welcome to come here to see Paul and play anytime..” she told me in a comforting tone.
Mrs Winters turned towards the stairs and called out to Paul to come downstairs.
Paul hurried down. He saw my tears and asked as to my well being and as to whether the paddle hurt.
“Sure it did,” I replied forcing a smile on my face. “You are so lucky to have a mother who understands these things.
Paul smiled back.
I know she spanks hard though, doesn’t she?
I turned to Mrs Winters who was also smiling and asked if Paul could walk home with me and say hello to my mother.
Mrs Winters agreed and off we went.
“I bet the paddle really hurt,” Paul said to me as we walked the street. “But I do not think you should tell your mother that you volunteered to be spanked,” He advised.
“I have to” I told him, “I tell my mother everything.”
Mother was watching for me and opened the door as I claimed in the porch steps.
“Hello Paul,” she said to my friend. I see you two are allowed to be friends again.”
Mother then turned to me.
“Did you explain to Mrs Winters about the punishments I gave you.
“Yes Mother I did,” I responded, ” and I let her spank me.”
Mother was more than somewhat astonished.
“I had to be fair. Jerry, Duke, and Alan got spanked at home, so…”
“My Mother thinks he is very brave,” Paul interrupted. She said he is a really fine boy and that you should be proud of him.
I looked at Paul in somewhat surprise.
“I heard her,” He admitted. I had my door open listening to you getting spanked.”
Mother laughed out loud.
“Well if you have been punished like everyone else,” She said to me, ” I guess you get your TV privileges back as well as no more extra chores. However, Peter, I may have to start spanking you myself!”
I stared at my mother, shocked that she had said such a thing.
We had Milk and cookies in the kitchen before Paul left.
Despite my sensitive bottom, I was happy with how the day had turned out
As well as this Mother was true to her word.
When I was in my pajamas and in bed later that evening, she came into my bedroom.
“Your grandmother used to spank me when I was small Peter,” she told me. “Just like this.”
To my amazement, Mother proceeded to tug me face down over her ample aproned lap.
I started to struggle and hollered a little.
“Hush!” She said. “Your brothers and sisters will hear you.
It was then that I got my second smacked bottom of the day.
However, it was a gentle loving one that felt really good.
Mother hugged me for a while and when she finally allowed me to climb back into bed I knew I had done the right thing that day when I went to talk to Mrs Winters
