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Spanking by a Stranger
This is a story that a friend told me several years ago and I am
reasonably sure of its accuracy because I was a witness to the Monopoly
game spanking he received. I will tell this story in the first
person,
just as he told it to me.
When I was 11 years old I went to a coffee shop with my mom and it was
crowded so we had to wait for her to get her coffee and our bagels. I
got bored waiting and started to whine and give her a hard time in
general and in fact made a real pain out of myself. One of the men in
line asked mom if she needed any help in making me behave and she said
that she wished that she had not given up spanking, because it was
obvious that I need a good sound one. The man volunteered to help her
if she really wanted to spank me, but she said that she could no longer
make a lasting impression, because she did not spank hard enough. She
then asked the man if he would be willing to give me a spanking and he
agreed. He grabbed my hand turned me over his knee and pulled down my
gym shorts in front of everybody in the restaurant. He then explained
to my mom that he intended to give me 50 swats if she thought that was
enough, and he then asked if he should spank my underpants or my bare
bottom. Mom did not answer him, but she pulled my underpants down and
told him that she thought 50 would be to light and that 100 might make
a better impression on me.
The man then gave my bare behind 100 of the hardest swats I have ever
had and by the time he was passing 50 I was crying so hard that I no
longer noticed that I did not have any pants on and that my bare behind
was attracting a fairly large gathering of spectators. I could not
believe how much each smack hurt, his hands were huge and covered my
entire behind each time he brought it down.
When the spanking was finished I had to stand in the corner of the
restaurant with my pants down around my knees while my mom and this man
finished their breakfast and talked. When mom was ready to leave
about 20 minutes later, I was allowed to pull up my pants.
I behaved well for several weeks after that spanking, but finally had a
really bad day where I talked back to her several times while I was
playing Monopoly with my friends, Larry, Sam, Sally, Carol and Betty.
Right after lunch the doorbell rang and mom got it while we continued
to play. I looked up from the game to see my mom and the man from the
restaurant standing in the doorway to the game room. I panicked and
started to tell my mom how sorry I was, but it did not do any good.
The man made me take off all of my clothes except my underpants, while
my 5 friends watched and giggled. He then described the spanking I
was
going to receive, which was 100 swats on my bare behind followed by 25
more with a paddle he had with him. I argued with him and tried to
get away but he caught me and turned me over his knee and had one of my
friends, Carol, pull off my underpants which left me in my birthday
suit.
He then gave me 100 swats with his hand which left me in tears
and with a bright red behind. I was then made to stand in the corner
for 15 minutes while he and my mom discussed the punishment I had
received. After the 15 minutes were up he turned me over his knee
again and told me that because I had tried to run away the punishment
was changed and he gave me another 100 swats with his hand, before he
used the paddle to really blister and I mean blister my behind with 50
swats.
When the spanking was over my friends were sent home smiling and
talking and I was put to bed sobbing.
About an hour later my mom called me back into the game room to discuss
my behavior and the punishment I had received. I told her that I
thought that the spanking was unfair and that she had no right to have
someone spank me in front of my friends. When I finished talking the
man came back into the room and I got another spanking worse than the
other ones. I got 200 hard swats with his hand followed by 100 with
the paddle, with no pause in-between.
My behind was red and sore for several days after these spankings and my
behavior improved for months after that. After this my mom continued
to spank me on my bare behind, when she thought I needed it and she used
the paddle instead of her hand so that she was sure that I got the
message.
My behavior only justified this man coming to our house two
other times and both times it was a painful and I mean painful
experience, which my bare behind vividly remembers to this day.
When I was 14, I came home early one day (Wednesday) because school had
let out due to a power failure and I saw a strange car in the driveway.
I went around to the back of the house and peaked into the window and
was surprised to see my mom turned over a mans knee with her skirt
pulled up and her panties pulled down to her ankles while the man who
had spanked me was blistering my mom�s bare behind with the paddle, just
like he had done to me. I watched my mom getting her bare behind
spanked with the paddle for about 15 minutes until she was sobbing like
a little kid. When he was finished with the spanking which left her
behind bright red and she was made to stand in my corner while she
continued to cry.
I quit watching and waited until he left a few
minutes later before going to a friend�s house to play until school
should have been out. I then went home to find my mom making dinner as
if nothing had happened, but it was obvious that she was having trouble
sitting down for dinner.
I have often wonder how many times this man
had spanked my mom during the years. I now can remember many times
when she acted strange and had an unusual smile on her face, and I would
be willing to bet that each of these times she also had a bright red
and very sore fanny.
After this time I was still spanked by my mom when I needed it, but each
time she blistered my behind I pictured her over this mans knee getting
her behind blistered and it made me feel better.
Author's note: During our high school years my friend and I often cut
class on Wednesday afternoons so that we could go to his house and watch
his mom getting her Wednesday afternoon spanking from this man. It has
been ten years now, but I am sure she is still enjoying the paddle as it
is skillfully applied to her bare behind.
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Daughter Spanked at School
When my daughter was 13 she received a spanking at school from her
teacher in front of the principal and two other facility members. This
spanking was for talking back in class, and she was given 10 swats
across the seat of her jeans in front of these 4 adult staff members.
She came home after school and had a note I had to sign acknowledging
that I knew she had been spanked.
Upon seeing the note I was furious, and called the school and talked to
the principal. I told her how upset I was and that I wanted to meet
with her and the other witnesses as soon as I could get there.
My daughter and I left for school immediately and within 20 minutes were
in a conference room with the 4 staff members who had witnessed my
daughters spanking.
My daughter's teacher described her misbehavior and stated that they
were sorry I was up set, but that it was school policy to paddle
children for certain offenses.
At this point I grabbed my daughter and pulled her pants down before
turning her over my knee. I then pulled down her pink panties and used
my hand to spank her bare behind in front of these witnesses. When I
had finished giving her 50 swats, her behind was bright red and she was
bawling and begging me to stop.
I pulled up her panties, and then asked her teacher to give her another
spanking. This teacher turned her over her knee and started swatting
her panties, when I stopped her and said that if she deserved to be
spanked she deserved a bare bottom spanking. The teacher willingly
lowered her panties and gave her bare behind a good sound open hand
spanking.
I then had the principle administer a third spanking to this very sore
red bare behind.
When the principal was finished, my daughter got dressed and we went
home, after I told the staff that I supported paddling for misbehavior
but that I believed that if a spanking is needed it should be
administered to the bare bottom. In addition they had my permission to
spank my daughter in the future whenever she misbehaved, but only on
her bare bottom.
That night my daughter received another very hard and long bare bottom
blistering with my wife's wooden hairbrush. I had not spanked my
daughter for over a year before this episode, but afterwards she spent a
lot of time with a very sore behind.
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Altar Boy
When I was growing up in the 50's my parents believed in spanking
whenever it was needed and this method of punishment was used by most
parents and schools. The idea of childrens rights was unheard of, our
right was to behave or face the consequences which were often a bare
bottom spanking by any nearby adult.
This is one of a number of stories that describe spankings that I
received in public from my parents that stick in my memory, even today.
We belonged to a small Episcopal church and when I was 11 years old I
served as an altar boy during the 11 o'clock service every Sunday.
One Sunday dad and I had an argument going to church and I could see
that I had overstepped safe boundaries and that dad was really getting
mad, so when we got to church I hurried to the classroom building to put
on my robes before the service. I got my robes out of my locker and
then noticed that my dad had followed me and that he was standing behind
me. Dad informed me that I was about to get a spanking for my behavior
in the car, and I tried to delay the punishment until he calmed down by
saying I had to get dressed for church. Our Priest, Father Fowler,
overheard our conversation and said that I did not have to be ready for
20 minutes and that dad had plenty of time to take care of me properly.
Dad grabbed my arm and took me to a chair where he pulled down my pants
and underpants before turning me over his knee for a bare bottom
spanking in front of our Priest and the other 5 altar boys. The
spanking consisted of 50 hard swats which left me crying and with a very
sore and red behind. When he was finished spanking me dad made me
remove my pants and underpants and then he let me put on my robes for
the service. I attended church taht Sunday with my sore red bare
behind under the long black robes of an altar boy. Our Priest started
his sermon and then stopped and advised the congregation that he had
just seen something that caused him to change his sermon and that the
new sermon was on taking parental responsibility seriously. He made a
strong point on the responsibility of parents to ensure that children
understood the difference between right and wrong, and enforced these
lessons with consistant discipline. He illustrated what he meant by
calling me to the front of the church and making me face the altar while
he lifted the back of my robes so that the whole congregation could see
my shinny red bare behind.
When the service was over my dad met us in the changing room and gave ma
another spanking before I was allowed to put on my pants. This spanking
was even more embarrassing than the first one, because the children's
choir was getting their robes on for an after church peformance and
these 20 boys and girls got the witness the second spanking.
After this I served as an altar boy at my church several times in the
next three years whit nothing but a red behind on under my rober after
being spanked by either my dad or Father Fowler.
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